The Final Year (vol 1)

Smile

Up there is what Ewatomi looks like and that is her smile.. Lovely right? ☺☺

We sat back on the empty chair as others went ahead to explore. We came out of the mountain a while ago and i am famished...

Totally famished...

The meal we ate in the morning did no justice to my growling stomach.

"Is that your stomach growling?" Tomi asked sounding amused. Her head was on my thighs so am sure she heard it.

"Shut up" she chuckled.

"Are you that hungry? You ate your food and half of mine before living the hotel"

"It doesn't matter" I stated as we wait out a little before continuing our little exploration.

Femi disappeared a while ago with a group of boys leaving us alone to fend for ourselves. What a good boy he is!

We heard our P. E teacher giving out orders and at the same time educating us along with the tour guide.

The man should just leave him alone to do his job.

This excursion was so important that we had to take notes at intervals. This notes will be used in our next tests in some subject if not all.

Due to it being a field trip, the school believed that the students will remember or recall some visuals when asked about the excursion.

Seeing is believing, it is said people always recall whatever they see more than what they hear and i find it true with pictures for back up.

"Let's compare notes" I look up from where i sat at the sound of the voice.

Folahami stood beside me with a small note pad. Tomi went ahead to take some pictures so i am actually alone.

I pat the space beside me, urging him to sit in which he did. I gave him my note, he took it staring at my big yet cursive handwriting for a while.

"Nice handwriting" he commented.

"Oh please" I rolled my eyes.

"I'm serious, it is nice and pretty legible compared to mine" I raised an eyebrow before collecting his notepad from him.

This guy never fails to surprise me. I am staring at pure calligraphy for an handwriting.

"Do you write or draw your notes?" I asked looking and sounding fascinated. He used an inked pen! Or is it feathers?...

"I write? Why?"

"You are truly an artist" I praised him.

"About that... We will be working on the art works for the Christmas Carol in school... So i was thinking maybe you will like to join us?"

I look up to meet his ashy grey eyes staring at me with expectation.

"Really?" He nods "it will be an honor"

He gave me a charming smile that will make any girl go weak in the knees.

"We should join them before he rips our head off" I laugh nodding at the shouts of our P. E teacher, quickly standing up to join others.

                       🎫🎨📜

By noon we all stayed by the bus waiting for our driver and instructors to finish up whatever they were doing.

Soon, Corper Ubong did his now daily routine of roll call, it seems he took pride in it.

"See me before lunch today" I frown at his words.