The Final Year (vol 1)

Uproar

There was a tumultuous noise among the student, it was the mixture of confusion and excitement, news got to them from different sources on a new student. Having a new student in Saint James was not a new thing, but a new student in final year was what they found weird. What were the school management thinking?.

The news spread like wildfire during the harmattan, some students confirmed they saw the new girl but her being in final year must be a mistake on the part of the tale bearers.

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Teni followed the secretary whom she got to discover her name as Miss Wuraola as she told her more about the school, she gave her a booklet, it contains the school rules and regulations. The school is really strict on the morals of the student. She told her to come for her books and timetable first thing Monday morning.

They both walked towards the place where the female dormitory was situated. At the entrance of the building stood Teni's bags. Boys are not allowed into the female hostel and vice versa.

"You may leave your bags for know, you can come back for it once I introduce you to the matron who will show you your room" she informed me as she open the gate that leads to the hostel.

The dorms were built in blocks also, four big buildings in a row, adequate space between each concrete building, there was a vast compound and a concrete fence that surrounds it.

A robust woman walked up to us,she was as round as a doughnut, she wore a simple dress with really funny shoes. She has a wig on and with her make up and bleached skin, she was sweating profusely like she was back from a big race. She eyed me then turns to the secretary, giving her her attention.

"Mrs Shobowale.. Here is the new student I told you about, Teniola Coker" she introduced me to the woman whose face looks so serious.

"Good afternoon ma" I quickly curtsied, my two kneels almost meeting the floor, she looks surprised along side with Miss Wura. What? you think rich people's children lack manners.. Don't be stereotypical.

"Ooo... Afternoon, how are you?" She replied, her Yoruba accent very prominent in her speech.

"Am fine ma"

"Welcome to Saint James College" she flashed me an open teeth smile, i mentally cringe as I noticed her teeth was smeared with the colour of her red lipstick. I gave her a mild smile.

The secretary left me with her promising to meet me on Monday which was two days from now. I followed the matron who silently leads me to the second building. I got to discover that all the buildings were in two storeys, it was painted white and blue while the railings were painted red. Please let me be on the ground floor, i hate climbing stairs even if its two storey. My family can testify to that. There was a big inscription in front of the building "Blue House Hostel".

We entered the building, going through the broad hallway, in the middle of the building was like an intersection ,the main one that as a stair at the end of the hall which leads to the second floor,the passage way leads to the rooms. Wait! Where are the students, i have not heard a noise... only our resounding footsteps. As if reading my thoughts.

"The new students are having their orientation programme while the returning student are either showing them around or catching up with their friends, you came late that was why you don't see them around" I nod at her words as we walk through the hall way that leads to the various rooms, we both stopped at the front of a wooden door, she took out a key from her small purse, inserting it into the key hole, she turns it twice then the door opens, she enters as I followed her.

The room was really cozy, it was painted baby pink in contrast to my really large room back home which was painted and decorated in black, white and grey. No.. Am not depressed, I just love the combination of the three colors.