Chapter 1
Hi, I’m Cynthia, a 24 year old final year student of psychology in UNN. I guess that’s as much as I can say now. Growing up, my mantra has always been to trust everyone who was truly nice to me, and it always worked for me, I’m a student of psychology remember?
Oh, that reminds me. Did I tell you why I wanted to study psychology? I didn’t, yeah. The thing is, I have always been a good judge of character, so studying psychology just seemed like the best choice for me. I thought to myself, “ I have the ability, so let’s go get the certificate”. It was a natural path for me. I come from a very liberal family where you’re free to do what you want, so there were no objections. Besides, I wasn’t going to get a certificate for a better life, it was just me chasing my passion, and life was really good. Daddy had a thriving company and mum was the vice chairman of the company. Me? I was the baby of the house with four older siblings that were doing well in different positions in Dad’s company. The only thing that bothered me was that I didn’t have a close friend and I wanted one so badly. You could say I was desperate.
Then, in 100l, shortly after my matriculation, I got the friend that I had been longing for. She was studying computer science and she was my roommate. A short, dark, flat nosed beauty. Like literal black beauty, a stunner. That’s not why she became my friend though, and that’s not the best thing I love about her. I loved her cheerfulness, her playfulness, how she lights up every room she steps into. I loved how much of a giver she was. The best part? She understood me the most. No one else could do that, apart from my dad. So we began doing things together, we acted like siblings so much that neighbours started calling us twins. The only time we were never together was during lectures. Outside classes, we were never apart. Our first major argument was in first semester of 200l. More like a silent fight, cause we didn’t really argue.
