Saved by my nightmare (A Nigerian Story)

CHAPTER 8

بسم لله الرحمن الرحيم
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"Verily, with hardship comes ease"
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Lagos, Nigeria
2012

"Okay class, we are done with the rules of indices. I want you to do the whole of chapter 3b in your general mathematics textbook" Mr George, the maths teacher said picking up his markers.

The class immediately became rowdy as the man stepped out of his class, and it didn't help that it was a free period.

Despite the number of teachers who had visited their class, telling them about the benefits of free periods and how they were meant to be used to study rather than frolic, none of them paid heed.

It wasn't suprising however,  afterall it wasn't like the teachers didn't do the same in secondary school though.

The computer teacher had been there for the first and second period that morning, and had left after the class had written her test.

Since the school, for some reason known only to them, had instructed that no student should be seen around the school premises till school was over, the class was rowdier than usual.

At the time, Maliya had developed a relationship of some sort with a few of her classmates.

She wouldn't go as far as to call them friends.....that would be stretching the truth a little too far.

There was the girl who sat in front of her, named Precious.

She had resumed in the third week of school, and surprisingly was quick to catch up.

Like Maliya, she hated the idea of having a seat partner, but the class teacher had made the noisiest girl in the class who had resumed about the same time as she did her seat partner.

It was safe to say that their seat was a beacon of amusement for everyone who came in.

Unfortunately though, it was also the reason why the class could never escape being punished every day.

Precious didn't have a particular group of friends, but it didn't mean she was anti social.

She was the kind of girl who spoke with everybody, not excessively neither infrequently.

It was only after the girl had been in school for about a week that Maliya learned that her name was Precious.

"How far na babe" speak of the devil.

Precious walked into the class, her thin and long frame moving towards the front of the class with quick strides.

"Keep quiet" Precious shouted, waiting some moments for the rowdiness in the class to completely die down.

"Senior Precious told me to announce that career day is starting tomorrow".

Almost immediately, everyone starting hooting with joy, especially the boarders.

Apparently, it was tradition for the school to share snacks to the students who were present at the career day conventions.

The carrier day was actually a two-day event.

One the first day, alumni of their school who had become eminent personalities would be invited to give lectures on the fields in which they specialized.

The aim was to enable the students make the best decisions on the courses they wanted to study before it became too late to change to another class.

On the second day, the school would organize an excursion for the students based on their courses.

The science students would go to the Nigerian Navy Reference Hospital.