Social Empire

Chapter 4

HONNNKKKK...

"Elizza you get down here right now! You're grandfather has been waiting for you for God knows how long!"

Late again; and my hair just won't come down. I've had bad hair days every other day, but today it looks deadly. I couldn't get my hair to stay firm on my head. Why is it so frizzy today? My grandfather was already waiting in the porch to drop me off at school and my hair decided to do this.

"Elizza Sanni!"

"Coming!" If mum screams one more time, I'd be a goner for real. Deceased. I ran my fingers over my dresser and scooped a handful of bobby pins and hair clips, then rushed down, collected my school supplies, then out the door. My grandfather gave his horn another honk.

"Come on kiddo we're gonna be late!"

I hopped onto the front seat of the car next to the driver's seat and just dropped everything onto my lap, then took a deep lungful of air. I proceeded to fixing my hair.

"Everything alright kid?" I noticed my grandfather glancing at me from time to time when his eyes weren't on the road.

"Yeah." I knew it wasn't convincing but I didn't want to talk about it. It would just make me breakdown even worse. He seemed to have understood.

"Hang on kiddo, just a few more months."

The morning assembly that day was longer than usual, there was a long briefing about selecting our co-curricular clubs activities and how it would help in our Cumulative Grade Point Average marks. Here is another tough decision to be made. Selecting clubs and activities would mean commitment throughout the year. It also means if I decided to go for a club or activity where I have no acquaintances or associates, I would spend two hours after school every Wednesday for the rest of the year alone, awkwardly sitting at a corner and trying the very best not to make a fool or a freak out of myself. Yes, this would require serious contemplation.

On the way back to class from the hall (alone), I ran through the options for clubs, sports and uniform society, in my head. I knew what I wanted to sign up for uniform society with no doubt, it would be Scouts. I was a Girl Scout during my elementary years, but as soon as I entered high school, I decided to give Air Scouts a try since it was far more adventurous. As for clubs, the cultural art club sounded interesting but I did some research on the Interact club as well and they organize quite a number of entertaining activities. Weighing the options for sports, I was a netball player back in Pacific Grove, and netball has been something I'm fairly good at, but would the girls here accept me? What about soccer? Do they accept girls in the soccer club here? Back in Pacific Grove no matter how many times I requested and demanded to be in the soccer team, my request each year remained denied. What about other sports? Who knew choosing a club would've been this complicated. My trail of thought was then disrupted by a classmate, Xavier, just as I was approaching my desk.

"Elizza, I believe you're in the wrong class."

Wrong class? How could I be in the wrong class? "What do you mean? Is this not our class?"

"The briefing took up the first period; History class is over, why don't you check your timetable?"

I took out my journal and checked, it was supposed to be social studies period.

"Oh, so the social studies class isn't here? Don't you take social studies?"

Xavier shook his head.

"Do you mind telling me where it is then?

"Sorry mate, I'm not so sure myself. I think it's somewhere in the north wing."