C1 Arrival

My name is Raina and this is my story.

Have you ever met someone who can't survive a day without music? That someone should probably be me.

It was a quiet Friday evening, I had my headphones clogged to my ears with my head rested on my pillow, my eyes were shut as I concentrated on one of my favorite track from BTS k-pop's album.

Blissful smiles were written all over my face as i hummed along, I felt out of this world, I imagined myself singing to a huge crowd, people yelling my name as I performed on stage.

BANG!

I quickly remove the headphones at the sound

RAINA!!! I heard my little sister yelling my name and banging on my door.

"Mum's home" she yelled as she banged harder "Raina come downstairs" she kept shouting

I quickly paused the song and threw the headphones on the bed as I hasten towards the door.

I pulled the door open when she was just about hitting it again.

"Riley why are you shouting my name and banging on my door" I said somewhat annoyed.

She stared at me for a second before opening her mouth to speak.

"Mum's back and she asked me to call you downstairs" she said rolling her eyes.

I quickly slammed the door to her face as I walked back into my room and flopped on the bed.

I'm known as a kind hearted person but I'm also short tempered. No matter how you frustrate me I'll walk away or ignore you, and whenever I realize I'm getting annoyed I quickly walk away.

But my little sister?

Gosh, the little devil, sometimes I wish I can just kill her overnight and bury her at the backyard before anyone wakes up. Too bad that'll take a long time.

I quickly arranged my already messy room before walking out.

I jogged down the tiled spiral staircase where I saw my mum coming upstairs.

"Hi mum" I said with a wide grin

"How are you sweetheart" she said placing a kiss on my forehead"

"Mummy please can you warn Riley to stop hitting my door".

Raising her eyebrows she said "I already did" with her hands cupped to both my cheeks

"Please help me bring the stuffs I bought from the car" she continued and moved upstairs.

I arrived at the living room where I saw my sister fully concentrated on the TV show she's watching on Nickelodeon.

Immediately I opened the front door I felt the cold swept through my skin, I quickly slammed the door shut.

"Damn it's cold" as I massaged my shoulders with my palms.

I've been indoor since morning and I never realized how cold it was outside.

Ever since my mum, sister and I moved into this neighborhood four days ago, I've never stepped a foot outside.

I think I grew up finding the joy of locking myself in room, either listening to music, playing soft tunes from my guitar, drawing or playing with Cookies.

That's the name I gave my puppy, with her black, tan and Mahogany coloured fur Cookies seemed perfect for her. I purchased her from the pet store where we once lived in LA(Los Angeles).

We moved down to Nigeria after my mum broke up with her American boyfriend, she discovered he had another family in another City, sad right?

Luckily enough my mum was independent, she works as a manager in a real estate firm.

After she saved up enough money, she handed in her resignation letter and made plans to establish her business in her county Nigeria.

Back in LA, she was known and praised for her hard work which made her got promoted with a huge increase in her salary.

Her boss asked if there is anything he did wrong that made her resigned, he pleaded for her to stay and even promised to double her salary.

She was tempted to stay back because of the love the company showered on her but she explained her reasons for leaving.

The day she left she was celebrated like a VIP, lots of gift were given to her, cash, a car, houses and other valuable things.

She got home and told the news to my sister and I at dinner that we would be leaving for Africa.

She had no trouble finding a house in Nigeria because she was given a beautiful house in one of the most expensive neighborhood in Lagos State Nigeria. Now back to the story.

I hurridly ran down into the luxurous parking lot where my mum parked the beautiful range rover car she was gifted.

I pulled the handle to the back door and saw two branded nylons filled with things she bought from the mall.

Carefully I lifted the nylons and slammed the door shut.

Somewhere in Lagos

Richard's POV

I sat fully concentrated in practicing my guitar, I raised up my head to see Chris my best friend, sitting opposite a large screen as he was busy playing video game with headphones clogged to his ears.

A smile crossed my lips when I realized he's trying his best to beat my high score of the game Call Of Duty popularly known as COD.

A buzz from my phone made me suddenly distracted.

I picked up the phone and saw a text from an unknown number.

"Hi Richard this is Velma from school" it read

I hissed and threw the phone aside.

I could see the word GAME OVER on the TV screen already, he dropped his wireless pad in frustration and took off his headphone. He turned to look at me "Hey Richard, what says the time? He asked.

"Uhh...." I viewed my wristwatch and replied "It's past seven"

"Damn, I have to get going" he said standing up to leave

"But I promise you, when next time I come I'll beat your High score, I'll show you am the best" he bragged.

"Okay, I won't argue but at least am leading now" I said with a smile as I got up to see him off.

He picked up his jacket where he hung it and headed towards the door

Chris, Nydia and I have been friends from childhood, in school we are known as the three musketeers, we share all secrets together, Nydia is a tomboy but she still share her girly secret with us. We play video games together, mock teachers, sing together and we all stay a few blocks away from each other

We are what Nigerians calls Odogwu children, we lived in one of the most beautiful and expensive neighborhood in Lagos State, packed with glass buildings, garden filled with flowers, beautiful driveways.

A neighborhood with a large park for kids and parents to have fun during weekends.

Neighborhood mixed with white and blacks, it's funny how most of us living in this neighborhood don't know our national musicians like the likes of Davido, Wizkid, Burna Boy because our parents are wealthy to the international base.

Chris and I did our signature way of greeting by hitting our fist to the left, right, up, down, center and make a funny face.

There was a time my mum almost got freaked out when she caught us greeting that way but my dad and sister just laughed it off.

I watched Chris as he zoomed off in his little, green motorcycle.

The motorcycle might look outdated but trust me, it's really expensive.

On my way back into the mansion I sighted my leather ball on the grass, I half jogged half ran towards it, raised it up with my feet and dropped it on my neck.

My sister suddenly walked out of the house and saw the ball on my neck.

"The next Okocha" she teased

I quickly dropped the ball and turn to glare at her...

"Please don't you ever call me Okocha again, I'm the next Ronaldo of this generation" I said with a smirk as I walked into the house leaving my sister roaring with laughter.

Murtala Muhammaed International Airport Lagos

Jordy's POV

I had my eyes shut where I lay quietly at the back of the private jet, a white gigantic headphone was clogged to my ears as I listened to Billie Eilish new album.

The door suddenly opened as the pilot appeared by the doorway.

I flicked my eyes open and paused the music

"Uhh sorry I've been knocking, I just came to tell you we've arrived" he said "Okay" I replied tiredly

I pulled open a little wardrobe and brought out a thick white jacket.

I slid into a pair of white sneakers, picked up my wireless headphone before I walked out of the booth.

I walked down the jet along with two security guard my dad paid to keep an eye over me.

By now the timezone is 9:15pm in Lagos, Nigeria.

I walked down to where a large white limousine was parked outside the airport.

One of the security pulled the back door open as I walked in.

Lagos, here I come I thought with a smirk on my face as I put the headphone to my ears.