Janice and I went to the same senior high school. We were not friends when we were in senior high. On my first day at the university, I saw her. She called me by name and I was surprised. “You know my name?” I asked with a dint of surprise. She answered, “Who doesn’t know your name? You were popular in school, remember?”
We had lunch together that day. We went about searching for things together. We were in a new compound that needed searching before you know. As fate would have it, we were placed in the same hall—the same room. We became two peas in a pod from there.
There was no Janice without me. There was no me without Janice. People thought we were sisters. We confirmed their suspicion by referring to each other as sisters. “Are you talking about my sister?” I usually asked people who talked about Janice in her absence. They’ll ask me, “Are you……Read Full Story Here…………………..
