Ghosts of the Past ✓ (EDITING)

Chapter Twenty-Five.

Idara
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Weeks had passed since the incident happened. I haven't talked to John one on one, but we've started chatting.

But since this week started, I haven't had time to talk to him, not even my own brother. The following week we would have our tests and I had to prepare for them, I have not really had time to talk to anyone.

Even Kate said I was overworking myself but I don't really care. I had to make my parents proud, especially my dad, if I were to go on the midterm break with a poor test score, trust me, I wouldn't be online for the whole break.

My phone would be seized and all sort of ways I would use to get online would be useless.

For the first time ever, Faith was pretty serious. Nobody would want to deal with my father's scolding.

Though I still sit with my friends at the dinning hall, I'd get up before everyone else was done so that I could go and prepare for prep.

My friend had told me that I've been reading a lot a but who am I to care, they've not seen Mr. Ini Johnson in action before.

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The test week came so quickly that I couldn't catch up with it. My classmates as usual, that is those who didn't prepare, will only be opening their books when the teachers come into the classes to give the tests.

That's when their heads will process the information that they need to read.

Or they'll start to look for those who will give them expo, so that they'll cheat...and they'll actually find those who will be their brains for them.

Almighty readers...

When they do that, they forget that in the end it's still that certificate that they'll use to get a job, bit they still won't be able to defend it.

Sometimes I don't get if people actually think that going to school is a joke, sometimes the mindset of these youths in Nigerian is that they would grow up and leave off their parents money.

Don't they get that simple fact that our parents made a name for themselves and we would have to make a name for ourselves too.

Whatever amount of money our parents have left for us or whatever inheritance, property or trust fond we have right now would one day finish.

We would all have to walk in the path of truth, live our lives well and one day, when we die, we would leave a legacy for our children and childrens' children to look up to.

Well, back to what I was saying.

My tests actually went well...that's what I'm grateful for, so now I won't have to deal with Dad or find an excuse for failing, even though I knew I wouldn't fail any subject...apart from maybe Economics, but seriously, I don't get why pure arts students actually have to do Economics...

That's wickedness.

I'm not going to do anything that relates with marketing or business or finance even...so why Economics???

Anyways, I don't care, at least I passed that subject, that's all I care about for now, I can't wait to get to SS3 so that I can drop that godforsaken subject.

It's stress.

But that's not what's on my mind now, it's the upcoming mid-term break.

I'll finally be able to rest a little from my studies...even though my dad will tell us to read for our upcoming exams, even though it's going to be six weeks after the mid-term break.

My dad is so obsessed with making us read extra hard... though it's good sometimes I get a migraine of a headache.

I swear I don't feel like reading anymore...if my head could talk I swear it would and I'm sure it would have insulted me to no limit...or worse, if it could come off my head and walk on it's own, it would have done that a long time ago.

I would have been left headless by now...faceless.

I was actually the first in my class, no surprise there...Kate was the second, bestiee's stick together.

Surprisingly, John took third during the midterm test...never in my whole life would I think that he would actually read.

Because seriously, abeg that guy nnn, the way he was acting before n, e be like say, e no fit open book read like this ( Because seriously, that boy, the way he was acting before, it was like, he would not be able to even open book and read).

Sha, I was happy for him but right now, all I want to do now is for me to go back to the hostel and pack my bags.

John
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I was happy that Idara started responding to my messages. I had texted, messaged and even called her up a lot of times but it seemed as though she wasn't ready to listen to me.

She had even blocked my number once before but I glad this whole dilemma's over, at least we are back to being friends.

Although I haven't talked to her one on one, just because of the tests we were having...I'm planning on doing that after our final test for today.

Our results will be posted on the notice board later, to be handed out to our respective parents on Saturday, which is tomorrow.

I just can't believe that I'll be done with half of the term yet...

When the results finally came out, I saw that I was the third in the class, no surprise there. I knew my goal and I worked hard to achieve it.

Idara came first, I'm not fazed by it. I'm actually happy for her.

The bell for break was rung and the students filled up to get their snacks. Idara was still seated...maybe this is my chance to finally get to talk to her.

But then her sister appeared out of nowhere, wait? How did she even enter the class???

And dragged her away.

Ohhhh!

I'll talk to her later.

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Hey
Sorry for making you guys wait.

What do you think about Faith?
Spoilsport right?

She would have just waited for John to come and talk to Idara..

Me self, I don't like her again..

She's been missing in action ba?
Don't worry, I'll bring her back...

Don't mind me ooo...
Enjoy your day.