As I looked out the window of the 2020 Hyundai Sonata Hybrid I noticed the droplets of rain and how each one of them were racing to the finish line, the clouds a very dark grey, although I was going to a new school I didn't feel jittery and all that excitement like normal new students do,I was nervous nervous of what it will be like at a whole new school, with a whole group of new people, and new regulations and rules.
I was lost in my thoughts thinking about my new school, my parents, and the fact that I will be going to yet another boarding school again (hopefully this one is as good as my last). I didn't know the car had come to a halt and it had stopped raining until the driver Mr. Adebayo called out my name, "Indila it's time for you to go," "Oh, okay thank you sir." I stepped out of the car and walked straight to the boot where Mr. Adebayo had already brought out my luggage's, he bid me farewell and I was on my way to the administration block with my three different luggage's in tow behind me, the building was huge in fact the whole school was massive on its own, with big pillars holding and decorating the building I walked into the cream colored building.
I sat down on one of the chairs in the waiting area waiting for my turn, when it was my turn I was called by a beautiful brown skinned woman who looks to be in her late 20s, "miss Indila James please step in," she said with a formal voice almost sounding like a robot, I walked straight into the office with my luggage's and sat down in front of her after greeting her, I proceeded with my questions, " please where can I find my hostel, class and, schedule?" " I will call a student to direct you," she said while getting on the phone and calling someone I zoned out on the conversation and decided to observe the office.
It was a beautiful matte color just like my blazer, it was very spacious had a big brown wooden table with two black comfortable chairs facing the person behind the huge table, a flat screen 90 inch tv to the left side of the room, and a wall length cupboard filled with other important documents, there was also a window out looking what I assume to be the football field, there were a lot of files and important documents on her table, it looked about just the typical admin office just more spacious and extravagant.
I was snapped out of my observation when I heard the lady who I learnt her name to be Blessing say, " you can follow her." she pointed to someone behind me I turned back to see a girl about my age standing at the door, I stood from where I was, grabbed my bag and my luggage's and walked over to her. She was more beautiful up close with her flawless dark skin shining bright because of the sun emitting on her skin, she was about my height 5'8, with luxurious beautiful curls stopping at her shoulders, she had a long nose, almond shaped eyes, and beautiful full dark lips. She turned to me smiling, "what?" I asked "you just look so beautiful" I smiled "I get that a lot but thank you by the way, and you also look absolutely breath taking," I said " aww thank you oh, and by the way what is your name?" She asked "Oh my goodness where are my manners? My name is Indila Ebiere James" I shook her hand " wow such a beautiful name I am Bisola Rose Omokaide" she said shaking my hand back " Nice to meet you Bisola, are you in my class?" I asked "well it depends are you in SS3 C? If so then yes I am in your class," and to my surprise I was in SS3 C " actually yes I am" I said " then you my dear are the luckiest girl in this school," she said and I laughed she joined in on the laughter and just like that I had made a new friend and was on my way to find my hostel to settle down.
So yes ladies and gentlemen that is the end of chapter one, hope you enjoyed it and please share, vote, drop a comment and also help in correcting me. goodbye for now my lovelies ❤️💋
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