chapter 9

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Fatima's POV

"Desire wake up. You don't want to be late for your exam" Toyibah said.
"Mummy said I should wake u up o"
Oh God why did mum send this girl to wake me up. Now she won't allow me to rest.   I lazily stood up with my eyes still closed.

Its been a month since i've been discharged from the hospital.  For the first three weeks I was pampered  But trust Nigerian homes. All the pampering vanished and it was back to normal. Before I left the hospital, Doctor Bakare advised me not to do a lot of things. He mentioned alot of food I'm not meant to eat. He also said I should have my inhaler and face mask with wherever I go. I can never forget the woman I saw when I was in coma. I concluded it was my mum and I didn't really give much thought to it.

Today  was the last day of our BECE exams. We were having basic technology and I didn't really like the subject. This was the last exam of junior school. I was soo excited mainly because I would be going to the senior block. Mum never really wanted me to go to boarding school but it seems she has no choice now. In TRC the seniors are the only ones allowed to move into the hostel while the juniors come from home. I went to the bathroom to do the necessities and I prayed. I prayed for everyone, I prayed Clara would have a change of heart.  I prayed I would pass my exams. I prayed for everything.
Then, I stood up to get my uniform from my closet. I traced the uniform with my hand. This would be one of the last times I'll be eating it. It was a short sleeve  cream shirt and a  blue high waist skirt which stopped just above my knee. I picked up  my shoes and socks and hurried downstairs.
There was no sign of anyone at home. I guess they all left early. Our driver had gone to drop the twins since their school was nearby.
I served my breakfast which was fried yam and egg. After eating I took a drink from the fridge and waited for Mr Bello(our driver). He arrived just in time and he drove me to school.

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