Saved by my nightmare (A Nigerian Story)

CHAPTER 3

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
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Lagos, Nigeria.
2012.

Straightening her shoulders, Maliya watched Rumaysa intently.

Oh God, please don't let her be in this class.

Maliya could feel her hopes shatter moments later when Rumaysa took a seat when a teacher walked in.

Oh no

Maliya thought, a silent groan which didn't go unnoticed by the teacher escaping her mouth.

"You" the accusatory glare accompanied by the wagging finger the teacher threw her way had her bolting out of her chair instantly.

"Are you my student?" The teacher narrowed her cat-like eyes infinitesimally as Maliya replied in the affirmative.

"How come I've never seen you then?" The woman further questioned her.

"I just transferred to this school today ma'am" she replied as the woman grumbled something inaudible under her breath.

"Well then, introduce yourself to the class" immediately that sentence was uttered, Maliya decided there and then that she absolutely did NOT like the woman.

Getting up, she walked to the front of the class, head bent in shame at being called out on her first day in the school.

"My name is Maliya Jamil, and i was formerly in Queens College, Kwara state before transferring to this school" she said, nervously stroking her scar.

Overwhelmed by the lingering gazes of her unfamiliar classmates, she walked back to her sit, shoulders slumped.

"Since most of your seniors have not resumed due to the ongoing GCE examinations, the school authority has decided to postpone all academic activities to wednesday when they all would be done with their exams.

Cheers and whoops erupted throughout the class as the teacher picked up her bag and angrily strutted out of the class, once again ranting inaudibly.

Maliya went back to resting her head on the desk, some gazes still lingering intently on her face.

Bored a few minutes later, she decided to observe the hormonal teenagers she would practically live with for the next few years.

The class had its own hierachy, she decided as she looked around.

To her left were some girls huddled around a book, intently discussing its content. They were the same girls who had frowns on their faces after the class was cancelled.

'The over-sabis' she concluded.

To their right giving them the stink-eye were another group of girls, considerably more than the previous girls, with some sitting on the desk, and the others on the adjoining seat, they looked to be at the top of the food-chain.

'The It girls' she further concluded.

Beneath the deafening sound of the noise, the sweet melodies of the classical song 'All of me' by John legend wafted to her ears. The sound, in all its melody was being produced by a group of students.

There were about two boys and five girls in the group, and she decided there and then that it was

The glee squad.

Scattered around the class were some students like her, not really conversing.

The outcasts.