Gamed

Seventeen.

Anita's POV

Monday finally came, which was the day of the competition. I woke up feeling a bit edgy today. I wouldn't say I was that nervous though. It was quite a complicated feeling. I'd woken up by six on the dot, and we were to be in school before seven. The time then clocked seven, whilst I was wearing a little perfume. Holy shit! I'm late. I jerked my school bag from the bed and scurried downstairs.

"Good morning ma." I greeted mum in a rushed tone. "Mum, is the driver ready?" I asked impatiently.

"Yes. He has been ready since six thirty. What have you been doing inside your room?" There was a little frown on her face. From the expression on her face and the way she sounded, I could tell she didn't want me to miss out on this.

"I'm sorry mum."

"Sorry for yourself. Now hurry outside, you don't want to be late." That said, I rushed outside to the car. I greeted the driver and bounced into the car. After which, he sped off.

We got to school quicker than usual. As I hopped out of the car, Mr. Kelvin, Mrs. Ramatu(v.p) and Samson were outside the school gate, perhaps, waiting for me. Immediately they sighted me, they heaved a sigh of relief. "What took your time?" Mrs. Ramatu questioned in a rather seethed manner.

"Good morning ma." I greeted instead.

I guess my greeting got her pissed, 'cause the look on her face wasn't pleasant. "What's good about the morning? You're late!" She sounded a bit furious.

"I'm sorry ma." I was extremely apologetic.

She sighed. "Not to waste anymore time, both of you should enter the bus." She pointed at the BRT bus opposite us. "You know we have to be there, at least, fifteen minutes before the competition commences."

"Yes ma." We both answered simultaneously. Later, we made our way into the bus. As we walked, we greeted each other. When we got inside, some other students were seated inside, maybe to support us, I wouldn't know. I sighted Ola at the back sit. "Samson, I wanna go sit with Ola. Hope that's cool."

He smiled and nodded his head. "Do you even have to ask?" I chuckled and made my way to Ola. True, did I really have to say that?

During the past few days Samson and I have been studying together, we became pretty close. I could call him one of my close friends now. Although, I haven't told him a lot about myself. A lot! And I didn't plan on doing that anyways.

"Good morning. Why did you come late?" He asked immediately I sat down.

I shrugged. "I woke up quite late. Been studying since yesterday stroke today. I even slept by two this morning."

"It's okay. E don do." Ola interrupted. "I didn't ask for your history."

"But you asked why I came late and I simply replied, is that a problem? That's by the way, what about Susan?" I scanned my eyes around to see if I could catch sight of her, but no I didn't. "Isn't she coming?"

"No, she's not. She declined when she was asked to follow us. You know she's not a morning person?"

"Yeah. So you guys are coming to support us right?"

"Students!" Mrs. Ramatu hollered, hence, calling our attention. "Let's sing a short worship song, whilst the bus is moving. Shall we?"

"Yes ma!" We chorused.

The ride to the venue was fun. After our praise worship, we gisted amongst ourselves, joked around, saw different exciting things on the road, ate and did some other things that teenagers do.