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Chapter 17- Results

Hello keeds new chapter out now, thanks for continuous reads and votes, comment and share too I'll be very grateful loves. Dedicated to my little cousin Timi who read my book without knowing I wrote it, oya go back and vote. Thanks for all the previous votes and comments I'm swoon. I declare this part OPENNNNNNN

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   AMANDA'S POV
(Amanda Aderinsola Akinde)

"Physics sixteen out of thirty, Chemistry seventeen out of thirty. Those were your lowest scores"

Toks says beaming at me

I do a celebratory 'jiggle jiggle and wiggle wiggle' around Toke's chair. She laughs at my childish display then offers a silent applause to my performance. I do a mock curtsy with my skirt

The both of us are sitting on a two seater wooden bench behind the senior school building directly facing the school fence. Toke got my tests scripts today claiming that she 'had to see the scores before I lay my eyes on them'. I have never felt this elated about my scores before, I didn't make effort to be subtle with my display of excitement. I ruminate over my scores one more time

"Wait, what about my Math?" I pause my motion shuddering at how much that subject terrified me

She looks through all the scripts then repeats her action backwards, her eyes wandering in confusion

"I don't think I ever saw it" she spreads all the scripts on the floor to count them, I get on my knees to join her "nine? how many courses do you offer?" She licks her lips impatiently

"Ten, the last one is math" I gather them up in my hands and look through again "Who did you get them from?" I gesture towards the scripts with my head

"I got it from Erling-

"Captain" an unfamiliar voice emerging from the senior block calls

A short fair-skinned boy with a bush for hair calls, he bows slightly when he gets closer to us

"Coach calls for you, he said you should come to the bleachers with your copy of the list and his clipboard" he waits for her response

She sighs loudly and groans rubbing her forehead

"Don't worry, you can go, I'll get the script from whoever has it, see you by 4:30" I offer her a tight smile while she nods and leaves the scene, handing the scripts over to me

I stand from my squat brushing my braid out of my eye, giving my scripts another lasting gaze, I smile and head towards my classroom. A wave of different perfumes hit me as different breeds of sophomore girls run past me. I am forced to stop and wait by the wall beside me so that they don't kill me with their stampede. I look ahead and notice a crowd forming right in front of the bulletin board, a crowd of snickering and whispering junior boys and girls. I notice Britney, Shannaya and Komo; the famous bad bishes of SS2, taking pictures of the board then laughing like the witches they are

I walk towards the notice board which happens to be on the way to my class and my curiosity gets the better of me making me crane my neck towards the board. What the-

Some students move back and stop laughing when they notice my presence. My heart stops beating, my throat feels so dry I could drink a barrel of water and still be thirsty. My eyes moisten as I behold the document displayed on the bulletin board. It read boldly 'Amanda A. Akinde Math Continuous assessment' written in my not so neat black ink. The teacher's red ink was the first thing I noticed though, how much it spelt failure and disappointment.

I had written my name with so much confidence that I'd impress my parents with my score, with the way Toke would marvel at how well I used her methods to answer the kinds of questions we revised. That day I looked through all the questions, that was the worst mistake I made in the tests. My mind started racing, everything I thought I had studied the night before turned into a paper plane and flew straight out of my brain. Some questions looked like I had seen them, but I couldn't remember the methods to solve any of them. Before the end of the one hour allocated for the test I could already feel my forehead sweating and my lips getting dry