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Adamma Inyang was a taciturn.
Roving eyes like a bird's, a stance observing, sharp and calculating like a predator animal but with an intuition and empathy that allowed her expel a great care. She wished to be a nurse. A bibliophile also, proved by the medical, mystery novel she was reading a while ago.
Behind her, Christopher Aigbokhan slept with his head of an afro hair on a computer desk, meandering in some peaceful nirvana in his mind, his legs swaying.
They were Cast Outs kids in the Gems Hierarchy. Hidden and obliterated from the plushy corridors of Ruthanne Georgeson. They, plus two more of their friends (as well as countless others holed up in some dusty, invisible places) except one. Funmilola Bakare. A very opinionated, non-conforming daughter of top lawyer-parents who choosed to hang out with them despite being designated a Diadem!
The Cast Outs were students who've failed the Test of Es, and therefore have no place in the jewel ranking of the school's Kingdom. They were like the foreigners in an alien land, having value less than even the slaves's. Despite paying fees between six to ten million nairas. They still worth nada to the celebrated Diadem and Diamond Ruthannes.
How unfortunate a thing it was to be declared a Cast Out - shown by having no ring or band on the finger - according to the system of things in the school. All solely ran by and within the students. A very low life, it was. Attend classes; go home or to the dorms, locked in; repeated again till graduation. Having no experiences, memories, friends (except ones like them), activities and so much more with the exception a certificate giving the influence of the school.
They literally do nothing. No extracurricular activities, or fun, partying stuff. As it was, it would make no difference if they hadn't been students at all. Just lost in the enormity of luxuriances.
The ones who dared tried to explore beyond the duality of their allowance suffered for it. They were attending a world's school, have its uniform, it was enough. (Hurtful actually, but no one mentioned it out loud.)
Ada had been disturbed from getting immersed in her book: someone bursting into the converted-to-personal-tastes classroom she was in.
She'd identified the girl, the very privileged Sophia's Scholar star, whom she was now standing before, looking so despondent.
"Hello?" said Adamma, her concern flowing forth.
Demi started and stirred in a turn. "Sorry, I didn't..."
"It's okay." Ada dismissed her apology. She gave her a warming smile.
Demi looked past Ada to the boys behind her, one of whom was now staring in wonder at her, his hands folded atop a computer desk. The other gazed at her, not showing a feeling.
Did I just enter another of the multiverses in this school?
You're a Sophia's Scholar right?" Ada drew Demi's attention back, and then, extended an arm. "Adamma."
Demi nodded. "Ademisola."
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Ruthanne Georgeson High
Teen Fiction｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Celebrated kids of top-stars. Trips to exotic locations. Finest treatments of unparalleled beauty therapy, cuisines and hospitality. And heirs to world's billion-dollar generational corporations - these walk the floors of RUTHANNE GEORGESON...
