"Sometimes, you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself, and love yourself enough to become a new person."
_ Gerard Way _
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Hilary Idara Eghosa has always been one of the Elites in Crestview Inter...
Told myself I'd write three chapters this month, but of course, Man plans, God Laughs 😭. Sha, I'm dropping this one in the name of the Lord and I sincerely hope it's worth the wait, especially after the last chapter.
The last chapter was a lot, but this chapter and the next will be so much more 💀. 🌚
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𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘 (Hilary Idara Eghosa)
It was only a few days to the start of JAMB, yet the entire SS3 block was louder than it has been the entire school year.
And no, it wasn't because science and tech students were stressing over almighty formulae, quadratic equations or chemical compounds, or because Art students were brushing up on historical dates, the four gospel accounts of the life of Jesus Christ, or chanting that boring, long-ass poem called The Proud King, or because commercial students were doing whatever the hell it was commercial students did.
In fact, none of that was happening. The noise had absolutely nothing to do with academics.
Everyone was just high on chaos. On freedom. On that reckless excitement that came with realizing high school was almost over.
My classmates were laughing too loudly, moving too freely and acting like the consequences of slipping up at the very last lap did not exist. Like a single mistake right now couldn't cost them their certificate and their six, five, four, three, two years of attending Crestview International Academy could become a complete waste.
I've noticed guys like Chibuzor and Efe sneaking out of school a couple of times, hopping off the fences at the back of the laboratory— barb-wired fences if I might add— during break time to go to who knows where like JAMB wasn't already breathing down our necks.
Bryan of all people, the chapel prefect boy, has openly admitted with his very dry chest to bribing the external WAEC examiner who has been showing up in school occasionally for the past one week, to allow him and his guys carry expo into the exam hall.
He also told some people that he has seen JAMB questions across all disciplines and is selling the answers, charging 10k per subject and swearing by his innocent mother that they were legit.
Affiong, Tomi and Hafsah were always filming TikToks in the stairwells, skirts rolled up higher than uniform rules allowed, daring teachers to catch them. And also, a couple of students have turned one of the abandoned labs and empty rooms in the recreational block into a secret make-out spot.
Okay, maybe I'm a little bitter on that last part.
I digress.
Still, the smoking has gotten quite bolder. I genuinely used to think it was only Tekena and his boys that smoked on school grounds, but lately I've been seeing far too much of it. Many of my class boys were legit lighting it up in the bathrooms, leaning against tiled walls and "getting their buzz on"— whatever the hell that means.
