The Final Year (PROJECT 2.0)

Prologue

I frowned at the hostel card in my hand finding it strange, exciting and equally scarily. Ever since I started this God forsaken school, I never found myself in this situation.

But here I am..

Late.

Lateness..

I detest that word. It shows tardiness and how uncultured someone can be. I like managing my time properly and effectively, if not for that stupid traffic i got caught up in, I would have acquired my favourite hall.

Bethany Hostel.

No.. You should have left Makoko earlier like your father told you.

My subconscious mind pointed out the fact, the reason of my lateness and the reason why I find myself in this unwarranted position.

The secretary, Miss Jolade looked up from her system. Clear annoyance evident on her face. I don't blame her. Rich kids never bothered her with this type of problem so why will a scrawny, annoying scholarship student like me be the bane of her existence this hot afternoon?

"Yes? How may I help you?" her voice sounding nasal as she threw me a pointed look and like before I let out a deep sigh because this is the fourth time she was asking me this question but am always interrupted.

"I have not been given an hostel" I said almost inaudibly but I guess she heard me due to her next words.

"And how is that my problem?!"

I gulp.

"Am here to know if there is still bed space~"

"There is no bed space so I can't help you" she waved me off signifying the end of the conversation as she returned to her laptop.

The palm of my hands got sweaty at her dismissal. Aren't secretaries supposed to be friendly?

"Ma... "

She tsked, narrowing her eyes at the system, complaining about stupid pauper children. As if she is any better than me, just because she was working for the rich, she thinks she is better than everyone else.

I was about to say something when Cynthia Okoro , popularly called Ceecee, the new female hostel prefect who was also my class mate stepped in.

She threw me a glance, like she was looking at the numerous boring pictures hanging on the wall. Pretending like i wasn't there, ignoring my very existence which painfully, am used to.

My third year in SJC and I was already used to the lack of friends, zero friends, am like a ghost... A phantom, never to be noticed.

"You sent for me" Ceecee asked. She was still in her mufti and it is allowed cause it is the first day of resumption.

"This girl does not have an hostel, is there any bed space available?"

"No. All had been taken"

She is lying, she just doesn't want to help me because am a nobody. I always wondered what would have happened if I came from a rich family.

Would i be treated this way?

I stared at the two females who were just like me but we were entirely different. Ceecee outfit is a complete clash to mine.

One showed affluence while the other one showed plainness and penury.

"So what do you want me to do?"

I said nothing staring at the two as if my life depended on it.

"Please ma"

I don't want to be given all these crazy hostels, if am put in Las Vegas hostel, I don die be that.