TWO WEEKS FINAL EPISODE

Mike was discharged from the hospital and Posh begun serving her six months public service term as punishment for her offense against Mike.
Gregory and Miley begun making preparations for their wedding and the Faith band’s CD was out.

A couple of days after Salvation song was released to the public, the dean of students, along with the student government council, called together the Faith band in their office, and organized with them to officially launch Salvation debut in the Ortegun campus so as to promote the song.
So, when the day came, the whole campus filled the open square in front of the fountain.
Banners of the band in yellow and white colors, surrounded the campus, advertising the event and the song. The class 100 members had volunteered to be agents of the Faith band and sell the Salvation CDs.
They sold more than 1000 copies in 2 hours alone, even before the band walked to the stage to sing.
Vicky was very excited as she climbed up the stage with the rest of the band, wearing white T-shirts with bright yellow bolded words of Faith at the front.
The record company crew was with them and they wore the company shirts, checking the instruments and mikes on the stage.
The people cheered when the Faith band took their positions. The band smiled, waving at the multitude that appeared like ants, spreading all over the campus lane.

The producer saw Kyle behind the brass and asked if he was alright.
“Set.” Kyle replied.
“Your friend was right," the producer said, loudly for the noise that the spectators made on the ground.
“Yes. This really is a hit song.”Kyle agreed.
“Jesus, hits.” The producer admitted. “You should write Gospel songs, always.”
Kyle laughed and nodded.
The producer abandoned the stage and Kyle looked at the others to see their condition.
There was no one behind the Keyboard.
“We're gonna have to do without.” Fred, who seemed to notice Kyle’s worry, called to him from the drums.
Kyle nodded sadly. “But, I texted him.”
“Do you think, he’d come?” Deborah asked, turning to the guys from the front.
“Let us hope so.” Another guy, Kendal replied from another mic.
Vicky looked at her friends and sighed. She realized who they were talking about.
“It’s alright. Intro, Vicky?” Kyle said.
Vicky turned to the crowd and gave them a bright smile before beginning. “Thank you all for your coming.”
“YEAAH!” The crowd shimmered.
Vicky laughed a little. “The Faith band is highly encouraged by your presence. We are so honored to have you all here and support us, pushing the Gospel of Jesus forward,” she added.
People just cried, “Faith! Faith! Faith!”
She smiled looking around the heavily flocked field. “We hope that, this song would touch and transform you. Because, there is no Salvation in anyone else except in Jesus who loved us so much, enough to die for us.”
There were mild reactions. Probably not all the crowd were convinced.
As Vicky looked around, by chance, she caught sight of Wayne.
She became puzzled to see him again after the while that he was away.
He made his way through the crowd, wearing a white shirt and dark trousers.
He begun taking the stairs at Vicky’s left side, to the stage where, the rest of the band was.
Vicky had a lot of questions in her mind at that time. Wayne was back, when did he get back? Did he know that they would have the launch of the Salvation song?
The rest of the band smiled, feeling happy to have him again.
The crowd cheered.
The crew shrugged and were amazed until someone from campus tipped them that the ununiformed man approaching the soloist on the stage, was the Keyboardist.
Vicky was happy but, her joy was replaced with worry, when she could recognize the sadness expressed on Wayne’s face.
More than that, other than the keyboard, he followed her.
Vicky swallowed and reckoned, “Wayne," when he drew closer to her.
She drew back a few steps and he didn’t look at her rather than, at the mike stand, taking hold of it.
Tears flowed from his eyes and the crowd became silent, surprised at the turn of events.
Wayne sighed first, shutting his eyes and collecting himself to say to the quiet field. “My, my mother was sick.” He said and his voice shimmered through the huge speakers that were on the opposite sides of the stage.
He opened his eyes again and glanced at the confused crowd. Most were wondering why he had to say that and some, felt sorry.
“She had cancer.” He added.
There were many gasps.
Victoria gulped. She begun to feel bad, thinking that Wayne’s mother, died.
Kyle, and the rest of class 100 were shocked.
The producer and his crew were concerned with why the newcomer had to say that. And if, he was confused. 
“This Jesus who, we are preaching,” Wayne went on, disregarding their reaction. “He healed my mother.”
There were more gasps of joy.
Vicky broke into a huge smile, beaming at Wayne who stood just a few feet from her.
“I was a waste until a couple of weeks ago.” Wayne went on, as though, he didn’t notice the elation on people’s faces. “When I received Jesus Christ, my life changed. He gave up to me what he gives to all who turn to him; the free gift of love, the free gift of healing, the free gift of peace.” He said and there were many nods.
Many people who did not believe in Jesus in the compound, were touched to accept him then.
“There is Salvation in no one else,” Wayne said. “Except Jesus Christ who died for us.” He concluded and turned to Vicky, grinning at her.
Vicky smiled and though she wouldn’t, she gave him a hug.
“Thank you Vicky,” he said before they parted.
“Glory to God.” She replied.
The crowd cheered and once again, Vicky took the mic and Wayne assumed his position behind the keyboard, greeting his friends with light hugs and arm shakes as he did.
“Amen. Thank you Jesus for healing Wayne’s mom.” Vicky said. “God is able to heal. He is able to save you. It doesn’t matter who you appear to be now. God has a purpose for you and he is able to heal you.”
“Amen!” The crowd roared. They were all convinced.
“Thank you.” Vicky said and the beats begun playing.
The song rouse a great reaction from the spectators. It became more spiritual and touching to them then.
Some people who had gone to be part of the event, were healed and they confessed Jesus as the savior of their lives.
The band sold more than 10000 copies to the approximately 14000 students and teachers who came to the launching.
They also had many viewers online and soon, the song begun to sell in Africa because of Vicky’s nationality.
Soon, what begun from an evening contention about producing a gospel song, became the most popular hit song in America, being played in Gospel and non-religious radio stations.
The record company made a lot of money, and so did the artists.
Soon, they shot the video and made concerts in West-Virginia, Texas and Europe, getting the chance to sing in front of the nobles.
Vicky already purchased her laptop, phone, bought her real-estate and a car.
She was ever thankful to God for transforming her life and indeed, it was transformed completely.
Sasha was healed and she could conclude her studies and become a doctor.
                                                                #
Now, Two weeks.
Can a man encounter God and his life not change?
Why don’t you answer that yourself by trying it out?
Accept Jesus Christ as the savior of your life by following this prayer sincerely from your heart.
Dear Lord,
Thank you for giving me your message of Salvation.
I am willing to accept Jesus today as the savior of my life.
You died for me and took all my sins.
Please transform my life and help me live it toward you.
Please lead me to notice the important things in my life.
Thank you Jesus. Amen.

After you’ve said this prayer, know that you are saved. Just read the Bible.
You can start from the book of John.
Or begin from Genesis.
I will leave you with one word from Hebrews 4:12

“For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and spirit, of joints and marrow; and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.”

More to come…

Can you guess what happened with Annie Earl?
How about Gregory and Miley?
And Wayne?
Chris?
Mike, Posh?
Oh and Vicky?
Emeka?

The story doesn’t end here.
There’s more to come so please, stay tuned for the next part of this book, titled.

“27 YEARS” Can a man remain with God even after being rich?

STAY BLESSED in Jesus’ name. Amen.

                                                             
End

TWO WEEKS - Episode 18 (Holy Spirit)

Sunday morning, Vicky dressed up in a new purple knee-length dress. That was the first dress that she bought in America. She purchased it after setting apart tithe from her food business and sending 100$ to her sister’s account through Western Union, for her mother. She was so happy to have such a success in the food business. She knew that, soon she would be able to buy a phone and collect money to buy her new laptop.
She pampered her braids in front of her bedroom mirror and turned to the bed where she picked her shoulder-bag and left the room.

As she neared the church, she lowered her motion, amazing a handful of familiar guys hovering outside the church doors. 
She walked closer and greeted Wayne, Gregory, Kyle and the rest of the band members.
“You’re late." Wayne said. 
“No. The service starts at 9.” She replied and checked her watch. “Right, it’s 9:15.” She turned back to them. “Why are you outside?”
“Your pastor invited us to sing in your church.” Kyle replied.
Vicky smiled. “That is great. Were you waiting for me?”
“Wayne actually.” Gregory answered.
“Suddenly, they can’t sing without me.” Wayne added.
Vicky agreed to that. “That’s right. No one can play the keyboard like you.”
“I support Vicky.” Greg said.
“It’s also great to have you all for the mass.” Vicky said looking at Greg and Wayne. “So, are we going to rehearse or something? Where’s Debby?”
“She is inside, leading the service.” Kyle replied.
“The guys are all kinda anxious.” Fred, the oldest guy in the group told Vicky.
Vicky glanced at him and back at them. “Relax. We will be fine. It’s like, we have been practicing for this, the whole week.”
Kyle sighed.
“Are you unconvinced, Kyle?” Wayne asked, patting Kyle’s shoulder.
“Ah it’s alright.” he agreed, reluctantly.
“So, let’s go in.” Vicky suggested.
They followed her inside and Wayne for the first time in his life, stepped into a church.
When he did, there was some music playing and Deborah stood at the stage, singing a slow song with her eyes closed. Members who had already arrived, stood in front of their seats with their hands raised.
Wayne was captivated by the words of the song.

“We give you all the glory
We worship you O Lord
You are worthy to be praised.”
The chorus was numerously repeated.
He bluntly followed the guys to a bench in the back rows while, Vicky walked to sit at the front.
Wayne shut his eyes and raised his hands to the air, following what the Christians were doing. He hoped that, they were worshiping God.
He did too, thinking about how God had given him peaceful nights and a second chance to do his group assignment.
As he sang, he felt his hair strands standing, it was divinely refreshing to recite those spiritual lyrics, sincerely, from his heart.
When Deborah begun to pray, he uttered his own words of thank you to the Almighty God and eventually, requested for his intervention in his assignment, mother’s and Sasha’s health.
He found himself having more words to pray than other times. By the time the prayers ended, he clapped his hands saying many Thank you’s to Jesus.

“Amen.” The pastor walked forward and said, holding a mic and an opened Bible. “Thank you Deborah. Our God is good?”
“All the time.” The church chorused.
“Amen and all the time?” The man of God asked again.
“God is good.”

Wayne was smiling, nodding to that true greeting.

“Please open your Bible quickly to Mark 16 and let’s read together from verse 16 to 18,” the pastor directed.
Many people begun to shuffle the pages of their Bibles and at that time, Wayne blamed himself for not bringing over his Bible. However, he took out his phone and opened his Bible app. When he found Mark, he added another tab to launch a recording app. He did not want to miss anything from the service.

“The Bible says in Mark 16 from verse 16; whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned. Verse seventeen says; and these signs will accompany those who believe; in my name they will cast out demons, they will speak in new tongues; verse 18; they will pick up serpents with their hands; and if they drink any deadly thing, it will not hurt them; they will lay their hands on the sick and they will recover.” The pastor read and begun to pray. “Father in the name of Jesus. We thank you for this opportunity of coming before you today. Father we would like to learn from you and we pray that you may teach us. I destroy and destruct any power or thought of darkness that is acting against this service, in the name of Jesus. As the Bible says in 2 Corinthians 10:5; we destroy all arguments and every proud obstacle to the knowledge of God and take every thought captive to obey Christ. Thus, I destroy every obstacle to the knowledge of God in this room and take the thoughts of everyone captive to heed your voice Jesus. We pray that, we may learn from you LORD; in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”
“Amen.” The church chorused.
“Praise the Lord.” The pastor greeted.
“Amen!”
“If you are writing somewhere, please note as the head of today’s sermon; to exercise faith.” The pastor instructed and paused. “The Bible says that, whoever believes and is baptized will be saved but, he who does not believe will be condemned. The belief that is being talked about here is that faith in Christ Jesus. That is; he who believes in Jesus and is baptized, will be saved but, he who does not believe will be condemned. Now how many here have believed in Jesus? Just raise your hands.”
There were many hands. Wayne raised his hand as well.
“Amen. Thank you. So, the Bible goes on saying that, the signs will accompany those who believe_ in Jesus. Those who believe in Jesus, in Jesus’ name, they will cast out demons; they will speak in new tongues, they will pick up serpents and if they drink any deadly thing; it will by no means hurt them. They will their hands on the sick and they will recover.” He paused, relinquishing his Bible on the altar. “Praise the LORD!”
“Amen.”
“We have already believed. And because we do, these signs mentioned in the Bible ought to accompany us. We ought to exercise the faith that we have in Christ Jesus, otherwise it will be like, a turned off switch. If you won’t turn it on, no power will it give.” He paused for ‘Amen’ from the crowd and went on. “The Bible says that; in the name of Jesus, we will cast out demons; demons causing sicknesses, infirmities, depression, poverty; opposition to serving God to the standards that he deserves. Also, it goes on saying that, we will speak in tongues. Now, speaking in tongues comes after being filled with the Holy Spirit. When you receive Jesus Christ as the Savior of your life, the Spirit of God enters your heart and begins to instruct you about the Way of following Jesus. Being filled with the Holy Spirit happens when that Spirit of God abounds and overflows in your heart.” He taught and asked. “Can someone please open the book of John, chapter 4?” He walked to the altar and stood behind it, opening his Bible. “In the Book of John, chapter 4, we see Jesus, encountering a Samaritan woman.”

Wayne, recalled to have read that Chapter. He opened the book of John in his Bible app and perused it, listening to the pastor.

Kyle, who sat at three men past Wayne, glanced at Wayne who was tapping his phone and, furrowed his eyebrows. Does he have a Bible app or something? He wondered.

“Now, Jesus is telling the woman… Please, read verse 14; But, whoever drinks of the water that I will give him, will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water, welling up to eternal life.” The pastor read and shouted. “Hallelujah!”
“Amen.” The church shimmered.
“When you are filled with the Holy Spirit, out of your heart flows rivers of living water. Amen? Please read John again; chapter 7 verse 38.” The pastor said and opened his Bible to the page. “Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.’” He turned to the congregation. “These words may be too hard to understand but, please bear with me for a second.” He paused, darting his eyes around the congregation. “The Spirit of God helps us in our weaknesses for we do not know how to pray as we ought. The Bible says so in Romans 8 verse 26. The Spirit of God also helps us in all of our daily endeavors. He bears all of God’s judgment about our actions. If you are filled with the Spirit of God, you can study better because it will be God teaching you. To exercise faith, you also need to be filled with the Spirit of God.”
There were some nods.

Wayne wondered who the Spirit of God was and what he did to people like him.

“The gift of the Holy Spirit is poured out to all who believe in Christ Jesus. That is why the Bible says; in my name they will cast out demons, they will speak in new tongues. Say Amen?” The pastor went on.
“Amen.” The church repeated.
“The Bible goes on and says that; they will pick up serpents. That means being fearless. Also, in prayers, we pick up the serpents; serpents causing strife, enmity, envy and all manner of evil. Please let us go to Luke 10:9.” He said and turned the pages of his Bible like the rest of the congregation. “Amen, the Bible says in Luke chapter 10 verse 19; Behold I have given you authority to tread upon serpents and scorpions, and over all power of the enemy, and nothing shall hurt you. Amen?”
“Amen.” The mass replied.
“So, in prayers, we tread upon serpents and scorpions and over all the power of darkness causing diseases, distraction, poverty and all kinds of bad feelings or situations that we may be facing.” He paused to lay emphasis. “Listen, our battles are not against our friends or people that we see. If you see your friends quarreling, do not go among them and join the quarrel or, if a friend quarrels with you, do not go punching him or her like a carnal person.” He begun and raised his voice afterward. “Bind that spirit trying to cause strife amidst your friends or with you in the name of Jesus and cast it out!”
“Amen!” The church roared.
The pastor chuckled. “I see that, some of you are not getting me. Please, let us go to Ephesians 6:11.”
The congregation murmured with joy while shuffling the Bible pages.
“The Bible says; put on the whole armor of God that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we are not contending against flesh and blood,” he paused, stressing the following words, “but, against the principalities, against the powers, against the world rulers of this present darkness, against the spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. HALLELUJAH!”
“AMEN!” The Church shimmered.

Wayne was nodding, understanding the preacher.

The keyboardist played some notes to add up to the excitement.
The pastor laughed, pacing in front of the altar. “I don’t think that, you still get me.”
The church laughed too.
He paused. “Okay. Open second book of Corinthians, chapter 10 verse 4. We’ll read up to verse 5.” He said and returned to the altar, where his Bible was. “Tell your neighbor, the weapons of our warfare are not of worldly fashion.”
“The weapons of our warfare are not of worldly fashion.” The members told each other.

Wayne told Greg so, seating next to him.

“Amen. The Bible says in 2Corinthians 10:4; for the weapons of our warfare are not worldly but have divine power to destroy strongholds. We destroy arguments and every proud obstacle to the knowledge of God and take every thought captive to obey Christ!”
“Amen!” the church roared.

“Amen.” Wayne agreed. He felt the power in the words.

“The Bible says in Mark that; if those who believe in Jesus drink any deadly thing, it will not hurt them, Amen?” the pastor went on.
“Amen.”
The pastor sighed with exhaustion, lowering his tone. He wiped the sweat that was already wetting his face. “What is the remedy for poison?” he asked.
There were many answers.
“Okay. Let me put this straight. What is the local and common remedy for ingested poison?” He asked and called, “Vicky, can you try that?”
Vicky, sitting at the front seats grinned and rose. “Milk.” She replied audibly.

Wayne nodded to that.

“Thank you. You may have your seat.” The pastor said and turned back to the congregation. “Milk is the commonest and also the most active remedy for poison. It has got many nutritious elements and etcetera. She takes Bio, she understands more than me. But, behold, Jesus detoxifies any toxin!”
“AMEN!” the church exclaimed.
“Amen!” the pastor shouted. “Man of God. The Bible says; those who believe in Jesus; if they drink any deadly thing; IT WILL BY NO MEANS HURT THEM!”
“Amen!” many people shouted, rising and clapping their hands.
“So pray before you eat!” The pastor added funnily and the congregation laughed.
The pastor nodded. “Yeah. You gotta pray before your meal, else this word will not apply to you.
"If anything to destroy you is put in a drink or food, against your knowledge, it will have no effect on you!"
“Amen!” The crowd roared.
The pastor smiled. “Lastly, the Bible says in Mark 16 verse 18; they will lay their hands on the sick and they will recover.”
“Amen.” The congregation agreed, nodding.
“If you lay hands on your friends or on yourself for the sake of healing of that person or yourself; in the name of Jesus; there will be recovery!”
“Amen!” The church exclaimed.
“That is exercising Faith in Jesus Christ.”
“Amen.” The crowd chorused.
The background music begun playing as the pastor went on. “Now, we are going to stand up and ask God to give us the ability of exercising the Faith. We are also going to ask him to fill us with the Holy Spirit. If any of you can’t yet speak in tongues; please come forward.” He said and paused for a few seconds.
A person showed up.
“Amen. Please keep coming. We need the Spirit of God to teach us. He will unravel the mystery of God to you more than any minister would. He is with us when our pastors or preachers can’t see us. The Bible says in John 4:26; the counsellor, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, he will teach you all things and bring to your remembrance all that I have said to you. Those are Jesus’ words.”

More people showed up. Wayne still wondered if he wanted to go forward.

“Amen. That’s it. We will also destroy the evil spirit that is causing strife, wars, envy. We will cast it out in the name of Jesus. If there is any evil spirit, bad feeling, fear bothering you, we’ll just cast it out and deny it in Jesus’ name. Amen?”
“Amen.”
“Amen. Deborah?” The pastor called and moved back, giving space to the people that walked forward to the altar.

Wayne lingered in front of his bench. He was moved inwardly however, when Gregory passed him, going forward to join a couple of guys as Deborah sang a worship song.
Wayne swallowed, literally swallowing his pride and begun to take the steps across the aisle to the altar.

“Thank you. Thank you.” The pastor said. “Whoever has come forward and everyone here, I want to assure you that; God has a purpose for your life. He wants to teach you his ways. He wants to show you his trust. Please lift up your hands to the heavens and repeat after me; Father who is in heaven,”
“Father who is in heaven.” The crowd chorused.

Wayne sighed first and repeated in anguish. “Father who is in heaven.”

“I thank you because you love me.” The pastor sounded.
“I thank you because you love me.” The crowd at the altar repeated.
“Thank you for sending your only son to die on the cross for me and take away all my sins.”
“Thank you for sending your only son to die on the cross for me and take away all my sins.”
“I believe in Jesus Christ and acknowledge him as the savior of my life.”
“I believe in Jesus Christ and acknowledge him as the savior of my life.”
“God I want to follow you.”
“God I want to follow you.”
“Please fill me with your Spirit that he may teach me your ways and all about how I should live.”
“Please fill me with your Spirit that he may teach me your ways and all about how I should live.” They rephrased.
“Okay. Now, start thinking about God; tell him how much you need him and tell him thank you, so many times. When the Spirit of God overflows inside you, you will just know it. When you no longer have control of what you are saying, do not worry, you are speaking in tongues.”

Wayne felt tears tingling his eyes when he recounted to God how much he needed him. He acknowledged just how empty he was and felt without God. Eventually, he followed the pastor’s word to say thank you and he kept repeating thank you Jesus, continually.

“Receive the Holy Spirit in Jesus’ name! Receive in the name of Jesus!” The pastor shouted as Deborah raised her voice in the worship song.
At one time, Wayne felt his thirst quenched like he had drank very cool water. Before he knew it, in an instant; he was shouting in languages that he did not understand, like more other people in the crowd.
He was amazed. He felt so refreshed as he kept on speaking in new tongues.
There are no words to describe the feeling that one experiences when the Spirit of God overflows in him. It’s a divine encounter.
Suddenly, Wayne felt tears fall from his eyes as he thought more about God. At that moment; he felt more complete. He did not feel alone; he felt fulfilled. He could think that, for the first time; he really experienced God’s love.
He did not hear what the pastor said or prayed afterward. He felt a hand on his shoulder and lowered his voice, getting to pray back with his own words. He noticed the pastor.
“Amen. God bless you and keep praying in the spirit.” The pastor said.
Wayne did not respond. He kept praying until when he noticed other people in the crowd, beginning to retire to their seats. He did too and bowed his head, sitting on the bench, concluding his prayers.

“Thank you. Thank you Deborah.” The pastor said and paused till the music subsided and the church became more calm. “Amen. Tell your neighbor; do not be amazed, it is the Spirit of God flowing.” He said and smiled, as the members of the church told each other. “Amen. Today, we have the honor to have the Faith band.” He begun and darted his gaze around the hall. His gaze landed on Kyle. “Kyle Johnson. It is great to see your band glorifying God.”
Kyle laughed, rising.
“Amen. I believe that, you all know Kyle. Their band will be singing today. Right now, actually. I heard their song from the Derby, taking my evening theology class. Truly, it was like hearing a seraph song.”
Kyle laughed, with the rest of the church.
The pastor smiled. “So, welcome Kyle, and the rest your band. I also heard that, Vicky is with you and…” he searched the room for Wayne. “Astrophe! Our mascot leader! This is definitely a seraph song.”
The church broke into a louder laughter.
Wayne himself rose, shaking his head.
The band walked forward to the stage and Wayne went behind the instruments with Fred, getting acquainted with the keyboard while, Vicky made the intro.

“Praise the LORD? This is the Fangs-turned-Faith band. We are going to sing a song called Salvation. We hope that, you’ll like it and it will transform your life.” Vicky said and begun humming.
Shortly, Wayne started the music and she begun to sing.

“There is salvation, in no one else!
Except Jesus Christ who died for us.
For there’s no other name, given among men!
By which we must be saved.”
Kyle and the other boys, joined the refrain with unique voices, causing excitement from the crowd.
Deborah, with her high pitched voice, sang the bridge while, Wayne played the keyboard notes with distinct professionalism. He never felt that happy and useful before.
The spectators rose when Vicky raised her voice, singing the following verse, shutting her eyes and feeling each word.
Some people gathered outside the church after hearing the song that already took fame in the campus over the past week.
Lastly, Kyle, feeling the vibrancy, took the floor with the mic, singing the last verse with his own graceful voice.

Greg had risen from his seat, taking videos as his buddies performed. He turned around with his phone slowly, to capture the spectators.
He paused at the sight of Miley. She was standing with more other girls, outside the door of the church, watching the band.
Their gaze met and the two remained staring at each other for some seconds.
He did not know what to do but, he took the first advice that came to his mind.
“Come over," he whispered to her.
She furrowed her eyebrows in queer.
“Come over” he called, louder this time.
She shook her head, pointing at her skirt. It exposed a large part of her legs.
“Just come. Jesus is calling you.”
“What?” She called back.
“Jesus is calling you!” Gregory called.
She took a minute debating with her herself about entering the church and, when the song stopped and the people were cheering, she dashed inside and sat with him.

“Thank you. Thank you. God bless you.” The pastor said between the cheers.
“Thank you.” Vicky said on behalf of the band.
“Such a blessing. I believe that, God in heaven, is very much happy.” The pastor went on as the band retired to their seats.
Noticing Miley at his place, Wayne followed Vicky to where she sat.
“You should be singing every week.” The pastor suggested and turned to the crowd at the church’s threshold. “Please, welcome. God is calling you and, he has a lot in store for you.” He said and turned back to his congregation. “Now, may I return the floor to the leader of the service? God bless you.”
“Amen.” The church chorused.

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“That was great!” Emeka told Vicky at the end of the service.
The crowd had begun dispersing and many people came to congratulate the band.
Vicky, who stood with Wayne, smiled at Emeka. “Thank you.”
Emeka grinned and glanced at Wayne. “I need to learn some of those skills. I used to play the keyboard in my church back in Lagos but, I wasn't as good.”
Wayne gave him a lopsided smile. “It’s alright. Amh, just memorize the keys. I know that I was good at it when I was a kid. It's amazing how it came back to me recently.”
“It’s God.” Vicky said.
They went on chatting for a while.

Kyle went to meet the pastor. He smiled at Kyle after seeing him and stretched his hand for an arm shake.
Kyle shook it. “Pastor. I want to receive Jesus.”
The pastor raised his eyebrows. He was clearly appalled. But, Kyle's decision was joyful. He nodded saying, “It’s good. That, will be the wisest decision you’ve ever made.”
Kyle nodded too. “I don’t know but, I just found myself thinking that, all I’ve been doing in my life, was not important. Today, though, I am not really part of your flock, God has made me feel important. I thought in myself that, if this is Jesus, then, I want to receive him.”
The pastor agreed. “Amen and Jesus wants to use you in even more exceptional ways and before even more high profile men and women of his. Just shut your eyes.”
Kyle did.
The pastor led him through the prayers of repentance.

In the back benches, Gregory stood with Miley.
“The band was great.” She said, looking around the church.
“Yeah. It’s even more great that, you agreed to come.”
“Are you kidding? I mean, Fangs is singing a Faith song but, it’s so cool.”
He smiled staring at her bluntly.
“Oh.” She sighed, stretching her dress. “It’s my skirt right? Do you think that, you pastor will get angry?”
“Miley. That will come later. You have to know Jesus first.”
“Greg. I don’t know if I want to be like you.”
“But, why? You don’t lose anything. In fact, you gain everything that is important.”
She sighed. “I can’t be a Christian. What about my friends… and family?”
He took her hands. “Miley. Jesus is the best friend more than anyone could ever be. Better yet, I want to be family with you.”
She eyed him for a while wondering whether to accept him or not.
“Miley?” He called her again. “I love you. I never stopped thinking about you since the minute I left your apartment. I want to marry you.”
She sighed. “I guess that, I also realized how much I love you ever since that minute.”
He broke into a smile. “So, let us get married.”
“Greg. I don’t know if I’ll be doing what is right," she said, shaking her head and then added, “marriage has got a lot of things.”
“Yes but, we know and we understand each other; more importantly, God will lead us through everything. Miley, please?”
She drew her hands free. “Please, give me some time to think about it.”
He sighed and nodded. “Alright. Will you keep coming to church?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Make an effort. It is good for you.”
She smiled and said, “Okay. Good day.”
“Same with you. I will see you in class tomorrow.”
She nodded and they parted.

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HAMERTON Chapter 4 episode 3

HAMERTON 2

Thank you God for this opportunity.

Hamerton. A large school offering the finest Education to the students of the state and overseas. Natalie joins this school arriving from Brooklyn and she has grief over her lost friends who were murdered in Hamerton. She teams up with Ingrid and their fellow seniors against the House of Representatives to prevent a bomb blast that could cause a large massacre.

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previously on Hamerton; Natalie resigned from being President and resolved to leave Hamerton for good.

  

“A good mathematician must be able to solve any mathematical equation through any and all of the mathematical ways possible.” Mr. Gram said inside the senior class, class D, in response to Fred’s challenge question.

“Oh.” Fred said, standing at one end of the board and opposite Mr. Gram. He was attempting to solve a calculus equation and ended halfway. “I was used to this method.”

Mr. Gram shook her head with disappointment. “Mr. Fred Fergusson, I just taught you-” he begun reprimanding Fred, before the classroom door was opened.

The whole class turned to the entrance.

A guy from the S class, held the door knob, looking around the room. “Excuse me Mr. Gram, the principal’s secretary is in need of Natalie Bradley.”

Mr. Gram frowned. “Can’t she see Natalie at another time?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” The boy replied bluntly.

Before Mr. Gram snapped at him, Natalie rose from her desk. “May I go and see her sir?”

Mr. Gram sighed. “Okay.”

Natalie thanked him and followed the boy out.

Seated beside Natalie’s empty desk, Ingrid’s mind begun to fill with worry. She wondered what Archibald needed with Natalie.

Mr. Gram’s voice drew the rest of the class’ attention. “Anyone else here, who can solve this equation with my method?”

“Natalie Bradley.” Someone called out from the back of the class.

Mr. Gram was furious. “Can’t you do anything on your own? What will happen if Natalie shifts or something?”

Fred raised her eyebrows. “They are shifting her?”

With Fred’s question, the class begun to murmur.

“What are you all whispering about? I just said that, you have to stand on your own feet. Someday, Natalie will not be around to solve your questions.” Mr. Gram said.

There was were no replies.

Just then, the electric bell rang outside the room, signifying the end of class.

Fred relinquished the chalk on the teacher’s desk. “Times up.”

The rest of the class begun packing their books and moving their seats.

“You have to study a lot for your A-level exams.” Mr. Gram instructed, picking up his Clear bag from his desk. “But, I hope that, before the exams, you will already have your teacher back.”

Fred had taken his camera from his bag and he turned to Mr. Gram with it, capturing him. “Can you tell HTV about, Natalie shifting classes?”

Mr. stretched his hands in front of his face, to evade the camera. “Mr. Fergusson. I will discipline you for this.” He warned.

“But, we are on recess, sir.”

Mr. Gram withdrew his hands, snapping at him. “I am the discipline teacher, I could have you, suspended for shooting me against my will.” He bawled.

Some of the kids who were still in class started laughing.

“Aarrg.” Mr. Gram growled and stormed out.

Natalie and the boy parted when he retired to his own class. She walked to the principal’s office and met the secretary behind her desk.

“Oh Natalie.” The lady said first and shuffled through some files for a printed paper.

“Good evening Miss Ester.” Natalie greeted, watching the secretary’s movements.

“You are lucky that he signed it.” Ms. Ester said, waving the paper to her. She drew it back before Natalie took it. “Wait, I haven’t put in here the reason yet.” She said, fetching a pen from her coat pocket. “Archibald is very strict these days about pupils leaving the school compound. Especially those who, in their records, have no residency or relationship in England.”

“Oh.” Natalie said, with a little worry building up in her.

“So, why are you leaving Hamerton?” Ms. Ester asked, getting ready to note down.

“For medical reasons.” Natalie replied.

“Alright. A check-up maybe?”

“Yeah…” Natalie agreed and darted her gaze inside the room, looking for an excuse. “Eye checkup!” she added excitedly.

“Alright.” Ms. Ester agreed and noted. She then turned back to Natalie. “But, I advise you not to use glasses. Ask them for contact lenses, glasses will not look good on you.”

Natalie nodded with her eyebrows raised.

Ester turned back to the gate-pass. “So, to which clinic will you go to?”

“Amh… I’ve heard of this hospital in London.”

At the city’s name, Ester turned to Natalie with shock on her face. “Natalie? You are going to London? Why?”

Natalie blinked quickly in self-defense. “Eye check-up.”

“Yes but, why London? You will get lost in the city you pretty girl.”

“Amh… I survived New York, I think that I can take this.”

Ester arched an eyebrow. “Mmh. So, you are going sightseeing?”

Natalie laughed at the way Ester put it. “No. For an eye checkup. But, I can’t deny that, I've always longed to be in London. For a longer time than, dropping at Heathrow. You understand, right?”

Ms. Ester nodded. “Yeah. So, how long will you take…‘sightseeing’?”

“Two days.”

“Mh. Where will you sleep?”

“I have my Aunt who is also waiting for me.”

Ms. Ester noted that, down. “Okay.” She said and gave the gate-pass to Natalie.

“Already signed?” Natalie asked, receiving it.

“Yes. There was only the stamp that I had to give after writing your details.” Ester said, assuring her. “Stay safe dear. London is a very big city. Don’t get lost on your way there, okay?”

Natalie nodded, folding the pass. “Right. Thank you.”

Ms. Ester smiled at her. “Welcome. And do consider being our President again.”

Natalie did not reply. She could not lie to Ester but, neither could she tell her the truth. She offered Ester a broad grin and turned around, leaving.

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Chapter 14- episode 4

              HAMERTON

Hallow new readers!
This is a story about Hamerton, a large school that has a lot of things going on, most of them being illegal and terrorizing. Natalie Bradley, an intelligent and talented girl from Brooklyn joins this school after her friend Caitlin who was allegedly murdered in Hamerton. She is agonized by the news of her friend's tragic death and she has to face up with Hamerton's bloody governance in order to secure the President's badge that has the power to decode a bomb that could cause a large massacre, soon.
She teams up with Trevor Tommy, the ex and most renowned president of Hamerton, Ingrid, and other Class D students against Nicky and her fellow evil seniors.

Previously on Hamerton; Erin hears Michael's version of his story. It happens that, It was Duane Duncan who hit him and according to Duane, at Trevor's instructions. Erin tries to convince Michael that Trevor could not have possibly hire Duane to hurt him but, Michael Morningstar is reluctant to cooperate. 
She threatens him with a gun and a bullet is released. 

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The gun shots in Michael’s ward caught the attention of all of the patients in the school hospital.

“Oh my God what was that?” Two nurses at the reception asked each other.

At the entrance, Fred and Cheryl arrived with their camera and microphone.

“Good day nurse Abby, nurse May.” Fred greeted first. “We are here to interview a patient, Michael Morningstar. Can we see him please?”

The nurses had disturbed faces because of the shot. Before any of them could reply, their boss; Dr. Gamaliel came from his office and asked. “Did anyone else hear that?”

“I think it was a shot.” Nurse Abby said.

“I also heard something just before we stepped foot in here.” Cheryl contributed.

“So, where did it come from?” the doctor asked.

There was a cry from one of the wards and the nurses and doctor rushed out toward the direction of it.

Fred and Cheryl followed.

Just in case, Fred had his camera rolling.

As the five approached the corridor leading into the wards, they heard more cries. The patients were altogether frightened by the sound of gunshots and begun to cry.

The five entered the ward of one junior at a single door to Michael’s open ward. The girl was the one who made the cry.

Nurse Abby walked to her to console her.

“It’s okay. Hush.” Nurse Abby coaxed.

“It’s alright Felicia.” The doctor promised. “Calm down. Did the shots wake you?”

Felicia nodded.

“So, where did they come from?” Fred asked lowering his camera.

Cheryl’s eyes flashed recalling the opened ward she glimpsed at, next to this girl’s room. “Who’s sleeping next door?”

The nurses and doctor turned to her.

“Michael Morningstar. Why?” Nurse May replied and asked.

Without response, Cheryl scurried out of the room to the ward adjacent to Felicia’s.

The other’s followed in queer and came to pause right where she halted, at the threshold of Michael’s ward.

Cheryl had frozen with her mouth dropped open and eyes widened, beholding the gruesome sight of Erin’s body, lying against Michael’s, with bloody bullet holes on both their heads.

“Jesus.” Fred whispered, rolling.

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Chapter 14- episode 2

              HAMERTON

Hallow new readers!
This is a story about Hamerton, a large school that has a lot of things going on, most of them being illegal and terrorizing. Natalie Bradley, an intelligent and talented girl from Brooklyn joins this school after her friend Caitlin who was allegedly murdered in Hamerton. She is agonized by the news of her friend's tragic death and she has to face up with Hamerton's bloody governance in order to secure the President's badge that has the power to decode a bomb that could cause a large massacre, soon.
She teams up with Trevor Tommy, the ex and most renowned president of Hamerton, Ingrid, and other Class D students against Nicky and her fellow evil seniors.

Previously on Hamerton. Ingrid is in Archibald's office arguing with him that Trevor did not beat up Michael Morningstar. She later meets Steven who was missing all the while and he is not ready to support that Trevor was not really involved in Morningstar's hurt. 

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Ingrid cried running from Archibald’s office. She found some juniors and seniors making groups and chattering about what was going on. She snapped at them and Brendan and his friends who were close by, came to draw her from making a scene.

“Get a hold of yourself.” Brendan advised.

“Trevor did not hurt Michael. Why doesn't anyone see it?” Ingrid asked, crying.

“I see it.” Brendan told her. “We all do.” He added nodding to a couple who he was with; Cheryl and Fred.

Fred was with a phone, he lowered it and faced the others. “Not reachable. But, I also got Natalie’s text earlier, she has already arrived Heathrow.”

Ingrid wiped her tears, getting comforted by the news. “Natalie’s coming?”

“Yes.” Fred replied.

“See Ingrid? That’s one good news.” Cheryl said.

“It is great that she will be here. Now we’ll have to focus on cleaning Trevor’s image.” Brendan suggested.

“I can try to do something. For instance, what does Michael say?” Cheryl asked.

“I don’t know…” Ingrid said just realizing that she was crying over what people said. “I guess maybe he has been saying that Trevor hit him because that’s what the whole school is saying.”

“Brendan, Fred? Have you gone to visit Michael in the hospital?”

They shook their heads.

“Maybe someone has spread a rumor?” Brendan asked.

“Let’s get the interview then, Fred. What do you think?” Cheryl said taking Fred’s hand.

“Alright.” Fred agreed to her and turned to Brendan and Ingrid. “Later guys. And stay calm Ingrid, everything will be cleared out in the end.”

Ingrid nodded drawing comfort from their cooperation and they left.

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                                  HAMERTON

For new readers; Natalie joins Hamerton, a large school that has a lot of things going on, most of them being illegal and terrorizing. She is agonized by the news of her friend's tragic death and she has to face up with the Hamerton's bloody governance in order to secure the President's badge that has the power to decode a bomb that could cause a large massacre. She teams up with Trevor, the ex and most renowned president of Hamerton and Class D students against Nicky and her fellow evil seniors.

Previously on Hamerton;

Two years back

“Trevor Tommy.” Erin had said.

The name echoed in Caitlin’s mind all that night. She knew who Trevor Tommy was. Trevor was one of those kids who got all that they wanted. Caitlin met him in one big celebration held in Florida, USA in 2008. The man who hosted the party was Tommy Michael, Trevor’s dad and Mr. Brooks’ employer. The Brooks and Tommy were family friends and that was how Caitlin met Trevor.

According to Caitlin’s knowledge, Trevor was a very intelligent guy and if he was the president of HAMERTON schools then he truly deserved it. She wondered just how more handsome he must have grown to be. Since they saw each other, it was past 2 years. Sighing, she turned around on her bed deciding to catch some sleep. Just then a shutter of glass arouse her from sleep.

“Ouch!” a painful cry followed.

Caitlin dismounted the bunk bed quickly and dashed to where the sound came from. It was very dim and she forgot where the light switches of their dormitories were located. Luckily she could get her torch from her school bag close to the bedroom exit.

She got into a long corridor that was bordered by many open door rooms. The design, as Caitlin thought was purposefully used for security, in case there was any problem, the students will have a quick exit.

She walked to the end of the corridor where the sounds could have come from. There was a staircase and she swayed her hand with the torch around it. She could see a girl sitting on one of the stairs collecting pieces of broken glass.

“Are you okay?” Caitlin called. The girl turned to her and Caitlin waved the torch light away.

“Not really.” The girl replied afterwards.

Caitlin walked down to her. “What happened?”

“I was going to take water and the lights went off. I got scared and my glass slipped.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No.”

Caitlin took the girl’s hand and lifted her up. She looked down on the glass, “so what do we do with that?”

Just then, a light from one of the school buildings flickered. The girls could see it from the transparent glass walls of their own boarding flat.

“Ooh my goodness!” the girl exclaimed with an inquisitive alarm.

“What?” Caitlin asked

Without responding, the girl snatched her arm free from Caitlin’s clutch and started running down the stairs.

“Hey!” Caitlin called going after her. It took them at least three minutes to finish the stairs and Caitlin was already panting breathlessly.

The girl hardly halted to catch a breath and Caitlin chased her to the main school compound. They only stopped a few times to evade the dozens of guards roaming around the school yard.

“Why are you running?” Caitlin asked in a whisper.

“Why are you following me? You should get back inside.” The girl whispered back. They were standing behind an oak within the school premises.

“What if it’s trouble?”

“Then they would sound an alarm.”

“Then why are you running?”

“Are you an MP?”

“What?”

By that time, a guard that threatened their motion had left. The girl resumed her run and Caitlin followed. They emerged into the Chief school building and to a staircase to one hallway. They tiptoed in the hall way to the only two large swing doors available. These were inscribed;

HAMERTON PARLIAMENT

The girl checked the doors. They were unlocked. She swung them open and walked in. Caitlin followed to reveal an extra ordinary hall

Present Day

After mass, Ingrid had to presume with her previous day’s search. She never saw Steven nor Trevor after their afternoon encounter in the lockers.

She now went to the boys’ dormitory, uncaring of how people saw her.

She stood in an empty lounge-room waiting for any of the guys to show up. She was too anxious to sit down. She had a bad feeling about Steven and Trevor’s missing.

As she waited, Brendan one of the seniors from Trevor’s class appeared from a staircase coming to the lounge room in a towel. He was busy talking to a phone and did not see Ingrid yet.

“Brendan.” She called him.

“Really?... yeah, yeah don’t worry.” He said pausing at the stair landing.

“Brendan!” Ingrid snapped and he saw her.

His eyes widened with shock. He screamed at first and begun running up the stairs.

Ingrid rounded her eyes. “Boys…”

“What gives?” Ingrid heard Brendan complain from upstairs. He came down again in a shirt and a pair of trousers.

“Hey. This is a no girl zone.” He said before two more guys joined in the lounge room.

“Yeah. Yeah.” Fred who was one of the other boys supported.

“Yeah. What are you doing here?” Another guy who Ingrid did not know asked.

Ingrid shook her head with impatience. “I am looking for Steve.”

“Steve your boyfriend?” Fred asked.

“Can’t you take your matrimonial issues elsewhere?” Brendan asked rudely.

“He stood you up?” the other guy inquired.

“C’mon. Just tell me where he is… or Trevor.”

Brendan took a moment to recall. “Trevor didn't sleep in the boarding house last night.”

Ingrid narrowed her eyes. “Where did he sleep?”

Brendan shrugged. “I don’t know. Now that you've mentioned it I recall that I never saw him after the Interview. Not for supper not in the dorm later nor anywhere else.”

“Is it possible that he slept in the leader’s quarters?” Ingrid asked.

“That place is off bounds.” Fred reckoned. 

“Yes but, Trevor’s the former president, Fred.” Brendan reminded.

“Why would Trevor sleep there?” the other guy posed.

“Good question.” Ingrid said. 

“He couldn't have left campus without telling me.” Brendan said.

“Or me.” Ingrid added thoughtfully.

“Can we issue the parliament siren?” Fred asked.

“It’s too early to conclude that Trevor is missing Fred.” Brendan said.

“But, where could he be?” the other guy asked. “The siren will be the only way to know if he is inside the school campus or not.” He glanced at Ingrid. “We can also find Steven that way.”

“Steven was deposed from being an MP when Natalie joined our class.” Ingrid said to him. “But, if we find Trevor, we could find Steven as well.”

“So, we issue the siren. Who has the parliament keys?” Brendan said and asked.

“Archibald.” Fred replied.

“I know a girl who always has a spare.” Ingrid said thinking of Erin.

“Go ahead then, we’ll join you.” Brendan said.

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Chapter 13

                   HAMERTON

 For new readers; Natalie joins Hamerton, a large school that has a lot of things going on, most of it being illegal and terrorizing. She is agonized by the news of her friend's tragic death and she has to face up with the Hamerton's bloody governance in order to secure the President's badge that has the power to decode a bomb that could cause a large massacre. she teams up with Trevor, the ex and most renowned president of Hamerton and Class D students against Nicky and her fellow evil seniors.

Where it ended last time, Trevor, Ingrid and Erin discuss the fate of Hamerton with Natalie's absence in school. Madam Sue, the school director shows up and turns out to be on their side. 

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The school theater slowly became filled with students, teachers and staff members. They took their positions on the audience seats. It was a day on which the candidates were interviewed and they had to declare their policies before the first debate to take place the following week.

The candidates were questioned by a media personnel (Cheryl) and three representative students including the former president of Hamerton, (Trevor Tommy).

Michael, an Irish and Welsh descendant, tucked his coat sitting opposite Cheryl and the questioners. Tobias, a black English person sat next to Morningstar, fidgeting. He was persuaded by his friends to take the form to run for President, he was not prepared for whatever the quest entailed.

Cheryl begun the interview, turning to the audience. She had a small microphone like the rest of other guests, tied to her shirt and when she greeted, her voice was audible in the whole theater. “Thank you all for coming. Today, we will be launching the first interview bringing together our candidates who have taken forms to become President of Hamerton.” she begun and paused, offering a bright smile. “I am your host, Cheryl Seven. And our guests tonight are Michael Morningstar and Tobias Martin. They are the candidates. We also have Ingrid Neilands and Erin Ford, the former MPs of Hamerton and our very own, Trevor Tommy.” The crowd broke into applaud at Trevor’s name. Cheryl paused, waiting for them to quiet down then turned to the candidates.

 Far from the crowd and at the entrance of the theater, Nicole stood together with Steven.

“I don’t get it.” Nicky broke silence after Cheryl’s introduction. “What are they doing there? Did you have them there?”

“No. no.” Steven denied. “I don’t get it either.”

“They will ruin our candidate. I don’t trust Trevor.”

“And I think that I should leave you. If Trevor or the others see us together, they will not trust me again.”

“No.” she objected grasping his hand. “I want you to stay by my side.”

He grimaced feeling amazed at her. “Nicky, what is your intention?”

“I hate Ingrid.” She said not taking her gaze off her at the stage.

After asking Morningstar a question, Ingrid glanced at the audience. She was looking for Steven and by chance she saw Nicky with him.

Their gaze met.

“I think that all you have is jealousy.” Steven said pulling his hand free from Nicky’s clutch.

Back at the stage, Ingrid glanced away.

“I am not jealous of her!” Nicky growled at him.

“Of course you are. You are jealous of everyone who has come closer to Trevor than yourself.” He claimed.

Nicky frowned, wrinkling her face with temper. “You have no idea of what you are talking about.”

“I know.” He said and stretched his palms in the air. “And stay away from me.” He said and walked out on her.

“Aargh!” Nicky gritted her teeth and stomped out.

“My question is for Morningstar.” Erin said once she was given the floor.

Morningstar smiled knowing that she would go easy on him. After all, they did serve the organization together.

“What makes you think that you will be better than our last president? And what new thinking will you bring to the government?”

Michael cleared his throat, preparing to answer the question. He found it very hard but, he had to try. “Thank you Erin for the question. Amh, well, I must say that for the short time that you served as my deputy minister  you were great and ah…well… if I become President, you will get a promotion-” He begun before Erin cut him short. “Answer the question, Michael.”

“Of course.” He agreed and wiped off dribbles of sweat that already begun showering his forehead. “Amh. I, I believe that I am better than the former president because I’m more… well, I care for the students and I am more intelligent.”

“Let me get this straight.” Erin said, feeling misunderstood. “With your care and ‘more intelligence’ what will you do different from the former President, Trevor Tommy.”

Michael was cornered. He knew that Trevor was the best. He spared no effort to help the Hamertonians. Trevor did everything by example, Michael had nothing extra.

“Michael!” Erin snapped.

“We… well. I shall make sure that the students are calmed since, I have a greater influence on them.” He replied.

“I believe that, you know the nature of Hamerton students.” Trevor intervened. “They are very demanding and troublesome-”

“My oh my Trevor Tommy.” Michael said taking advantage of a loose end. “You are insulting our people.”

With that, he rose and begun walking majestically on the stage, facing the students.

The girls looked at Trevor reproachfully and he only said that it was true.

“Hamertonians, are you demanding?” Michael asked waving his hands in the air.

“NOOOO!” The theater echoed.

Michael smirked. “Are you troublesome?”

“NOOOO!” They roared.

Michael laughed, nodding. “But, Trevor thinks that you are. And you know what I think?”

“YEEEEES?” They asked.

“I think that the former government was not able to meet your demands which I guarantee you will enjoy in my reign.”

The audience broke into a loud applaud and Trevor looked down feeling defeated.

They were done for.

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