The Final Year (PROJECT 2.0)

Closer

A picture of Becca Ejifor in the multimedia. (I know, I know... Regina Daniels?, but I want her playing this character so use your imagination!)

Saturday came.

General cleaning like usual. Laundry, dormitory clean up. Cleaning cleaning cleaning...

I sat at the back of the hostel block as I busied myself with my laundry like few students who bothered to do theirs since they know no one is going to help them with it.

Majority of the people doing this laundry happens to be junior students, and seventy five percent of the laundry being done by them belonged to particular senior or another.

Unlike some seniors like my roommate who had juniors arguing, fighting over who will wash her clothes. It got to the point of pulling the said clothes.

She dropped a friendly reminder on her clothes being designers and if anything even as small as a scratch appeared on the clothes, they are toast.

Hearing this made them think properly as they decided to share the clothes to wash among themselves.

Rinsing my clothes, i quickly spread it on the washing line to air-dry.

Now time for breakfast, i went to my room to meet Theresa lying leisurely on her well kept bed in contrast to mine which was filled with clothes.

"I don't really know why you decided to do the laundry yourself. I told you to give it to those girls"

"Thank you Theresa but I have been doing my laundry for the past years all on my own, i can manage just fine"

Apart from me doing my laundry by myself, am kind of scared of this little witches in the form of junior girls.

I overhead one talking one time about spitting in Zara's food because Senior Zara was wicked.

I ain't wicked but am not taking chances.

I arranged my clothes into my wardrobe while Theresa sat idly making conversations with me.

It is funny we act this way whenever we were in a enclosed place like our room.. She is like another being entirely. Friendly, jovial and strangely entertaining.

Once outside the four walls of this room, she is something else, like an alter ego.

The bitches of all bitches.

"It is time for breakfast" she informed.

She was dressed for breakfast. Her house wear was styled into a fitted form which brought out her petite model like form. She donned a black Balenciaga hoodie matching her crocs which were no doubt expensive.

Her hair which was loosed was packed up in the center of her head which made her look more bold and daring. She can pull off any look.

"You want me to come with you?"

"I wouldn't have informed you if i was not implying you should come with me" she deadpanned.

"Like you want me to walk with you into the cafeteria?" I asked in shock.

"What is the bad thing in that?" she asked totally confused.

Apart from the elites, she walks with no one...  Like no one at all.

I shook my head timidly.

"Nothing?"

Oh this is bad, this is very bad! This is super bad. I can't believe am having a panic attack due to the stares i got right now.