𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅| 3

30: Choice and Decisions

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"Now, I'm 4, 5 seconds
From wilding"
–Rihanna
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Asa

You could make all the right choices and take all the right steps in all the right direction and have all the best intentions... And life would still fuck you up.

On the day of my SATs, the skies were blue and the earth was warm, brimming with false hope and broken promises of new beginnings we will never have.

It was on this day Kam's grandfather passed away.

Of course, I didn't know this as I sprinted across the halls, my heart beating wildly in my chest and the single realization, screaming into my skull that I was late. Late! For one of the most important exams of my life. LATE!

The silent halls were speckled with students and my boots made quiet noises as I sprinted intently to my classroom to get ready and do some last minute preparations.

The great grandfather clock was tick-tocking it's way in the hallway and my lateness didn't take away my awe at the grave stillness of the academy. There was a certain Victorian grace it possessed with high, thick brown walls and squeaky clean halls, an air conditioning system that never failed in the hot weather and a heating system that worked perfectly during the rainy season.

The main building was smack dab in the middle of acres and acres of land, as big as an entire golf course. It was a long ride from any of the four gates to the main building that contained all our classes. And as I walked briskly towards my makeshift examination hall, I became increasingly aware of the nods of approval in my direction..

It was like a magician had waved a magic wand. I was suddenly respected to an intoxicating degree by both the teacher and student population. It made sense as the school had always been obsessed with winning, but I never expected this kind of treatment.

Still, I was wary. The trauma of the bad treatments I had received, still festering in the recesses of my mind. They weren't my friends. They never would be. And that was okay.

"If it isn't my superstar Loca!"

The loud, don't-give-a-fuck voice rang through the halls, vibrating my entire body.

I whirled around, overjoyed and ecstatic and ran into Jemi's open hands. He enclosed me in a warm hug and I burrowed into his cashmere sweater, breathing him in.

"Jem!" I squealed, excited, stopping short from jumping up and down.

His eyes were brown as ever, shining with relief and joy and his skin was tanner than I remember.

He let me go and ruffled my hair. "How've you been?! I saw you on the news. Way to not fuck up again, Asa!"

I winced. "Yeah, I knew how tough it was for me last year... I'm glad the results were different this time around. Giwa didn't even mind losing." I smiled breezily now. "How are you?! What have you been to?"

It was his time to burst with excitement. "Good news, Asa! I got signed into Clovers League."

I squeezed my mouth to cover my scream. "Jem, you..."