"Aunty please excuse me,I want to ease myself". I asked for permission to leave the class room.
"You can go but don't stay too long there". My class teacher replied."okay ma" I replied back
I was excited,jumping and running,I was happy to leave the class room even though it was just for few minutes. While running I tried covering my gown because the wind was blowing my knee length green and cream colored uniform gown.
I got to the toilet, relieved my self and washed my hands.I was about leaving the toilet when I was pushed back inside,I heard the clicking sound of the toilet letting me know that the intruder was shutting the toilet doors.
I raised my head to check who the person was, it was senior Bright.One of the seniors in my school. While I was in primary one senior Bright was in senior secondary school class 2 preparing for his ssce exams. You are probably wondering how I knew what class he was in and how we crossed parts.
Aside the fact that my mother was a teacher in the school so that made me known among everyone in school.My school is a small community school that accomodates Nursery, primary, junior secondary and senior secondary classes in the same compound but different buildings.For the primary school pupils uniform for girls is cream and green flair gown,the top of the gown is cream while the flair is green, while the buys uniform is green shorts and cream shirts,for the secondary school students the girls wear cream colored shirts and green colored skirts while the boys wear green color trousers and cream colored shirts. You can differentiate the senior students from the junior students with their shirts, the junior students wear short sleeved shirts while the senior students wear long sleeved shirts.
P.s If by chance you happen to stumble on this book,story whatever this is just know that I'm not a writer so I don't really know what am doing,and I've been boredddd I prefer reading... Just wanted to drop this here...there may be grammatical errors in this story as English is not my first language, so let me know if you see some errors I would correct them. I appreciate constructive criticism.... Thank you.....muah .....
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The Day I Was Broken [Complete]
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