Dance of fate.

Chapter one...

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Afra's POV:

Seated while facing Botul who comfortably leans over the wall that housed the window,the cool breeze of August together with the earthy smell of sand after a rainy day blows right across my face. As comfortable as we were,chit chatting about the new PPA teacher in school. Mr beard was the nickname we gave him since his name was still anon to us, cutest of all guys I've ever seen. Tall as 6'5 I guess with his slender yet masculine body,he has the cool complexion of mixed coffee with milk. The most interesting part of his face was his beard which was the actual meaning of perfection.
"You two,get out of my class! "
the math teacher whose presence was completely forgotten by us barked at our direction making us stroll out of the classroom, happiness enveloping my heart because I was initially tired of the boring lesson which takes forever to end plus We needed the comfort and loneliness of our 'office' (the girls lavatory) to gist our hearts out.
Heading to the lavatory,we avoided the main compound following the route behind the labs because the discipline master was round checking for misbehaving students like us.
Not too long after we've arrived, the bell ranged indicating lunch time. We headed to the cafeteria and bought our lunch walking off to class.
"I heard that he's the cousin of the proprietor" Botul muffled with a mouthful of pie.
"Wow...he must be pretty rich coming from that family" Salma said with eyes wide open.
"He drives a Benz...I saw it yesterday on my way home"Botul added making me choke on my drink.
"E350 for that matter,you know their family house is right around our hood" Nusie blurted typing something on her phone, definitely chatting with her boyfriend, Imran.
"Oh my goddddddd" dumbfounded, Salma and I shouted in unison driving the attention of other students on us which made Botul and Nusie laughed out loud at us.
After a while, break was over and the biology teacher walked into the class. The class was lively since it's almost everyone's favorite subject and within a short period the bell went on and it was closing time. I grabbed my Gucci side bag heading to the school bus with my friends.
We sat at our favorite spots still chatting and just as the bus maneuvered towards the school gate, I saw him and my heart skipped a beat. I felt an unusual movement crept down my tummy giving me these sweet feelings which managed to tug a little smile on my face.

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St. Mitch was a popular and big private school for the elites in Maiduguri, the best if you'd asked me. It was well known of its discipline and excellence in academy.
Being a privileged kid, I and my siblings attend the school. I was a fifth grader. Our uniform, the combination of navy blue short skirt for girls and trousers for the boys and a very light blue full sleeved collar top.
Being mixed, both muslims and Christians wear short hijabs and berets respectively. Students over here adhere strictly to the managements' dressing policy of wearing white socks and covered shoes.