A Prick of Wrong

The evening air blew calmly perfectly matching with the silence engulfing the whole school environment. The small and feeble noice which could be heard came from few scattered dicussion groups absorbed in search for excellence given it was cats week. It was the time people got to realize they were in school. Mercy and I were just seeted under a tree reviewing each others research papers with immense attension directed towards observance of any spelling mistakes and incorrect grammar. In a twinkle of an eye, situations turned from tranquility into bedlam. It was the sight of the perplexing attempt by Jennifer the school student president which blew us off. She was standing at Masomo Lecture halls on the 7th floor ready to commit suicide.Everlyne was the first to see her. When she saw her she broke into a loud wail made up of both panic and agony. We all saw her pointing upwards and suddenly everyone was swept into the havoc of the momment and we all gazed up as others boarded the lift to try and hinder her from engaging into the despicable. James and Ferdinant were the first to board the lift. Everybody was wailing so loudly urging her to stop but genuinely for most lads the final stage of grief is acceptance but for me, grief is a life sentence without clemency. Just as Ferdinant was about to reach for her hand she jumped away and shouted, "am sorry i have to go with it"

The day i joined campus was three years ago and we joined together with Jeniffer, she was calm, naive and fully focused on excellence and in fact she really challenged me when it came to punctuality, neatness and obstination in issues to do with friendships and hangouts. For me she was a determined and focuses lady ready to decode the puzzle of success and be one in a few superwomen in this male dominated world. Days went faster and soon we were absorbed into campus life where life had vast and manifold ways of pleasurable living. She was also a beautiful lady with a big and rounded posterior region. Her skin complexion was brown and her dandy style of rocking short tight skirts and crossing legs towards classtime gave us men a hard time trying keep the curious monster away from getting a view of the gorgeous goodies just on display.