SOPHMORE YEAR

CHAPTER ONE

 I stared at myself in my mirror, the school uniform for Sophmores had a unique vibe

on me I was finally a Sophmore, that name didn't suit me as I was a 13 year old who hasn't figured out

what she wants to do with her life, not that I hadn't thought of it for over a 3 month holiday.

but whatsoever career I thought of, I bet my dad would never pay the fees. long have I joked

with saying I want to be a magician, or a mascot, or a beatboxer, yes a lot of crazy things

I'd said. My watch word was to go with the flow so I did go with the flow.

I grabbed my backpack and quickly opened my new lip gloss that mom bought me over

the weekend. I thought I saw "Victoria's secret" on the bottle cap. but I looked closely and it

was "Victoria's spirit". I laughed a little at how people could be easily tricked.

I wasn't happy for too long on the drive to school. I was munching on a granola bar in the car.

I remembered Maya, I'd be starting anew but I don't think I'd ever forget her and the millions of

fun memories we made during our time together. I wondered how she was doing or whether she'd

gotten to school. she was always an early bird unlike me who would never get to school before

seven thirty A.M. My mom as usual was giving us moral stories in the car before school.

my sister had gone to the university and I was now the bigger sibling I enjoyed

when she did that and we'd pray afterwards but my mind was somewhere else today.

I brought out my phone to text Maya

-Hiiii pookiee

-happy first dayyyyy!!

-have u dressed up??

-hawauuuu??

I closed the chat and came down from the car grabbing my black backpack

'bye mom' I mouthed through the glass

" bye sweetie have a nice day" she rolled down the glass and shouted back

Isabelle was my little sis and it was her first day in grade 1 since Andrea my elder sister had gone

to the university I had to take the honor and continue to jobs she left behind.. and the first

one was taking Isabelle to her classroom. after waving her goodbye I walked into school, thinking

of how hard ill laugh at anyone who walks past me wearing a Sophmore uniform. I didnt obviously

know where my class was so it was way wierd going to pass through seniors class like

some lost child poking my head through every door to find out whether this was class A. I did see

a few people which I waved normal his to. I saw Dowell walking around, she wasn't going to be

in my classes all the time because she was taking up science and I  was taking up art, but we

were still in the same classrooms

'hi cowbell' I called her cowbell because her name sounded like that

'hiiii' was always how she greeted back

'can you show me where the class is ? ' I asked

she pointed to where our classes were

okay was what I responded and I walked into the class. it was just how id imagined it, quiet,

with the teacher saying some shit, and everyone listening

I had to take a seat at the back because I was late. Our teachers name was Mrs. Edna, she was

short and round and always wore those short wigs that were like a boys hair. I didnt like them

because they weren't my style. first class was government for me. many people weren't taking up

art courses like me, especially class A students who were going to be the next big doctor or

engineer according to everyone. I knew I didnt like science and no one would force me to learn

it and I actually would because I knew it wasn't my calling, and to make it to being a REAL in life

you have to follow your heart and not others opinions or suggestions.