Chapter 6
HER POV
My first day in highschool was partially exciting.
The day went so good. I was handed over to a senior student who ought to cater for me .I was asked to go to her anytime I'm needy.
This lady was calm but very strict. As much as I hated the strict side of her, I admired her.
My day started well until in the night while I was sleeping, I got a bite on my left leg.
I had assumed it was a mosquito.
It continued, and before I could realize, I had itchy bumps all over my skin.
I quickly jumped out of my bed and reached my flashlight to confirm what was happening to me when I had this sharp bite on my shoulder.
I had the shock of my life. My old creaky wooden bed had tiny holes in them.
I observed for a while and
guess what,I saw bugs wandering about the bed.
I jumped back in scream. My whole body became bumpy and itchy.
I stood in fear of returning in my bed. I had heard stories about bed bugs but I thought they were all falasies.
I began to miss home. After some moments of thoughts.
Realizing how long I would stay on campus, tears flowed down my cheeks.I got no sympathizers too ,since I was not the only one going through the plight.
After sometime, I had no option than to go back to sleep in trauma.
I woke up around 4 the next morning just to shorten my traumatic night.
That morning,we were gathered for orientation and we had had the chance to let known our discomfort.
We could not pretend everything was okay, one lady from behind stood up and narrated what we had faced that night.
The hall masters made an arrangement, and before the day could end, the rooms had been fumigated.
We had to wait outside till it was evening before we could access our rooms.
For a second, I thought about Emma, " could it be that the bed bugs' experience was same on his campus?" I asked myself.
Well I didn't really care about him that much.
We struggled through the whole semester till it ended. One could not go a day without being bullied or punished.
MY POV
Campus experience was very different since we were only guys and It was my first encounter.
We made friends as the clock ticked.
High School had all students with totally different personalities.We progressed in knowing ourselves and coping.
Hypocrisy was very common amongst these guys.
While the rich ones kept silent, the needy ones kept boasting of wealth; just as the French will say, "l'argent n'aime pas Le bruit" to wit, money hates noise, (sika mp3 dede).Lessons began , my class was a bunch of brilliant students from different regions of the country.
One could barely lazy about in class since everyone was mostly stuck with their books.
Somewhere in the middle of the semester, I got to know of an agency that transfered emails among all High schools.
I had wanted to surprise surprise "Bema". I bought all that it took to get the email to be transferred.
Unfortunately, one requirement was left out.
I knew her school details but I had no idea of her class.
I got my pen ready . The sheet was a soft yellow one with a bit of star designs on it.
I began with;" I trust you are doing well on campus, and you are keeping to your promise. I can't love you less. Every day comes with renewal of my love for you. Please be my girlfriend. I'm not in a haste for reply but please consider this".
This was the most important part of the letter from me ,although the content was bulky.
Remember the class detail I was ignorant of?, I suddenly recalled she was reading business,so I just filled the space with it.
Although I wrote to expect a reply, I had less hopes of getting it since I had not her full details.
After a week, letters came in. This made me very anxious.
A prefect entered with both hands full of envelopes and stood in front of the class, as he mentioned the names of the receivers.
I followed vividly until he ended with Ebenezer Okyere.
With my hopes burnt into ashes,
I bowed in annoyance and disappointment.The following week, letters came in as usual.
I didn't bother to raise my hopes because I knew what the outcome would be.HOW WAS IT GUYS?
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