Omonigho Lilly Okojie dragged one of her boxes as she made her way into the house they were going to be living in for, probably, the rest of their lives. It was a brown bungalow, streaked with cream lines at the bottom and a brown roof.

It was hers, theirs, her mum's. Whatever.

For some reason it was modest unlike where they used to live as tenants in the down part of Berger, Ojudu. Half of her life had been spent there, or 5 years of her life. She was going to miss her neighbors, the Nwanchwuku's, who had a large dog that always scared potential buglers. She chuckled; remembering how a mallam they had called to repair their children's shoe had jumped once the dog barked. Hitting the metal gate abruptly, she mentally scolded herself for thinking so much. But that was all she had done these past few days, think of what new things awaited her. She was going to a new house, new environment, new neighbors, if they had one, of course they did, and most of all, new school. That made her nervous.

"Omo,"she heard her brother call out to her as she made her way to the room she had chosen. "be quick, the van wants to leave"

"Eghonghon, I'm still older than you, shey you know?" she rhetorically asked him sighing because she knew his usual response, she was 16 and he being 14 never let the question slide.

"With just two years," as annoying as it sounded to her, she had to bear with it.

"Still older."

She dropped the box in the empty, yet beautiful room. Mother had allowed each of them choose the color she wanted and she had picked the purple color. It wasn't her favorite, she had actually found it online. Eghonghon being a boy, picked blue.

Ugly Color, she thought.

"Omonigho, the van is about to leave o, except you don't want your other things," She heard her mother say, making her dash outside in haste. Two more boxes and one ghana-must-go left for her to carry. If she had hurried when they came earlier, she wouldn't be in this mess now. Eghonghon was carrying a school bag and smirking while passing her. He had recently relaxed his hair and it was glistering as the Sun shone on it, to Omonigho, it still looked like chicken yansh.

She laughed mentally as she struggled to carry her boxes. She had to admit, one way or another, that her brother had good looks. His not-so-dark skin complemented his eyes, they were the normal color almost every Nigerian had, dark brown, but they were still pretty or handsome, whichever fits. He was taller than her and that made her cringe anytime he stood beside her when they where out and most of all he could look good in anything. She could say he took his looks from her, but that'll be a lie. For starters she always looked like a sack of mashed potatoes, irish not sweet. Then there was the height, 5'3, her skin colour was imbetween dark and darker.

After successfully getting all her things in, she laid down on the empty floor, feeling exhausted.
Hungry too, she noted.

"Lying down is not going to get your room arranged on time," she silently groaned as she heard her mother's stern voice say. Leslie Okojie glared at her daughter after hearing the groan that had escaped her mouth.

"Omo, stand up and arrange this room," she walked out of the room. Omonigho did abide, she didn't want to piss off her mother, she knew how much her mother had gone through, being a single parent, worker and mother all together. She had gentlely trained her children, working tirelessly to meet all the needs of her children.

"Eghon, come and help me put this bed thing," she shouted to her brother.

"No." was the reply she got as he came to her room. How do people manage with such siblings.

"Please na,"

"Give me your hand beads," she rolled her eyes at him, he had continuously wanted the fashion beads she had bought because, according to him, "they were rare."

"One of it," she replied him.

"All or no help."

"Why are you like this?" she groaned, taking off the beads from her wrists and handing them over. "Something of 150Naira, the money you have, you won't use it. It's my things you'll be taking."

"You're my big sis," he grinned, showing the perfect set of white teeth, white enough.

Arranging her room finally, she went to take a shower before they had lunch. She had caught a glimpse of some supermarkets around and also her neighbor, or one of her neighbor, probably around her age. Time to make new friends.

I think I'm going to like here, She thought as the water slipped down her body.

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Have you ever been scared to move to a new place, school, house, neighborhood or whatsoever?.

How do you cope with new things?.

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So I finally got the ability to post the first chapter.
I hope it's worth the wait.
There you have It, that's Omonigho and her family of three.