Everything bad

Part 3

LELAH

Okay, pause. "Take me dear lord," I prayed.

So, I might have been very good at concentrating, but that was just during classes. Out of class, never. That had never affected me, until the vice principal called out and I noticed he was referring to me. Like 'what the fuck' must people always listen to things they do not want to listen too.When I realized he kept staring at me, I stood up.

"Your name please" he demanded.

"Lelah" was all I could say. The spotlight was not my thing. I was only on the spotlight when representing my school or doing something official.

" You look just at me whether or not I talk okay,
I have your full attention when I'm trying to communicate something or not. My presence requires attention, okay" he backed, and just had to continue "You're lucky you're beautiful, I could have set an example for your brothers and sisters on you" he paused and looked at me sternly.

"Sit down." He barked again and left.

Oh my God. I immediately sat down, not without catching the eyes of a guy, staring at me?. Okay nice, really nice. And was his mouth open?, eww a fly could get in there. But wait, he was cute AF.

Finally, we were free to go rest and rise up early to begin activities the next day.

      The dormitories were divided into three. One section for forms, one to three, the other for forms, four and lower sixth, and the last for forms, five and upper sixths. This was really good arrangement. I did not want to be with kids and not with grumpy examination class students.

My town was not really big and this boarding school was the biggest school and only boarding school we had. It was a big contribution by the catholic church. The dormitories were three moderate buildings for girls and same for boys. That of forms one and three consisted of bunk beds while the rest had single beds. They were double sided and between them was a box room, where trunks and boxes were kept, together with extras like buckets, brooms and rags. Not bad.

Yeah, I had been in a day government school through out, but dad just thought since I had made it in the ordinary levels; with flying colors, excuse me, I needed a change. Something new, and here was I, trying a new kind of school. A boarding school, God.

We had gotten into our dormitories, preparing to sleep, when some older looking students showed up to our section, since we had divided the hostels between the two classes.

"All of you, beside your trunks. Now" one of them, who was as thin as a rope said.

We did not get the memo, but older students got it. They practically ran to their trunks giving us looks that said "follow". But some of us were still confused, until one of us was slapped square in the face, and she cried like a fattened pig. Maybe because she looked like one. Wonder what all these people from the city come to do here.

We were asked to open our trunks and boxes. One of the seniors, Bucky, who was also as fat as an elephant, started collecting things from our trunks, and by things, I mean food. No doubt she grows fatter by the day. Don't judge me, I know almost all of them, its a small town.

When Bucky was done, Larissa took over and when she got to me, she stopped.
"So" she said, " the mayors daughter decided to join us in our school this year" she giggled"give her a round of applause" she continued. Everyone clapped. Some out of fear and others, well I don't know. Now that I had the chance to check, they were six of them, all ganging up on us.

"You thought to join the wealthy? Ohh" She laughed.

I am a Mayors daughter, so its safe for me to say we are wealthy. I just preferred my day school to boarding school. Most of these students had wealthy parents, because the school fee was quiet high and a normal parent could not afford to send a kid here. By normal, I mean just having an average amount of money or wealth. Most of these students here from our small town had parents who were farmers,who supplied in the big towns and managers in big cooperatives and Bucky's father, who was the manager at the main and only super market. My father was in control of all these, so yeah, we were wealthy.

But I just kept quiet, because, what could I say?. okay, not that really, but your girl was not bold enough.

"Of course, you won't reply, because you can't" the seniors laughed together, and continued their looting. One by one they collected stuff from our trunks and needs from our boxes. None of us spoke because of the slap and off course we had already heard stories.

While we packed our things during the day after being checked, some older students discussed about things that were done to new students especially lower sixths and form ones. They said the senior students could ask you to fetch water for them, take things from you and exploit you like that. So much for something new.

"Done," someone shouted, bringing me back to life.

"Make sure you're all up early and be in the chapel on time" Jessy said, as they walked out of the box room to the form four hostel.

We just packed the remains of our things that were left outside, back into our trunks. Neither of us saying anything to anyone.

We just sat on our beds, waiting for them to finish up with the new students of form four.When they finally left, we had time to analyze what had happened.

"What the fuck just happened?" Emily, one of my classmates,of the science class, whispered in an angry tone.
"Fresheur, bitch" Nelly, a repeater, replied.

" What is fresheur?" I asked because I just had to know.

"Treating new and repeating students like shit because some of them are new and all of them have no power" Melanie,another repeater of the arts class replied " Now, if you don't mind, some of us have to rise up early and silence will help. Thank you " she concluded, in a threatening tone.

I guess we were too pissed, too tired and too scared to do anything.

"Goodnight to everyone" Stephanie, another repeater, said in a sing song manner. She was much nicer, so it did not sound strange coming from her.

" Thank you for saying so, but next time mind your business " the rest of the repeaters replied in the same rhythm.

Okay.
Wow, that was nice. A good way to refuse one percentage of pressure.
Goodnight.
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