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THE COOLEST OF THE COOLEST: ONE "BOMB" SCHOOL TO WATCH OUT FOR IN 2015!

Ruthanne Georgeson High School, RGHS or Ruthanne, as popularly known, is one of the most exclusive and prestigious secondary schools in Lagos, Nigeria; nationally known and still rising in status to be ranked among the world's best like Dawn Academy; Phillips Exeter, Georgetown and Milleur Academies, The Blue Whale College and even the Shinhwa High School in South Korea.

Situated in a serene estate in Ikoyi, one of the best residential areas in the country, Ruthanne Georgeson is one artistically and architecturally beautiful complex of white buildings.

From the six-storey classrooms block to the grand, modern library of three floors, to the 2000-seater auditorium and acres of sports fields among many of the gargantuan buildings spanning mass of land, it is little wonder why the school is a first choice for talented tweens and teenagers with potential, offering them a moulding environment with an inclusive, mixed curriculum.

Eamon Georgeson, the successful, powerful personality and Irish businessman of diverse interests, built the school just fifteen years ago and, naming it after one of his darling daughters, Ruthanne Georgeson.

Year after year, thousands of applications-as revealed by the school's Enrollment and Applications Head, Tamara R. LeBron, on the Eduspot Show-flood the department from all over the world: UK, Australia, Europe, America and even from neighbouring African countries.

Sponsorships, excursions, awards and affiliations with overseas universities and organizations are but a few of the many benefits of graduating from Ruthanne Georgeson.

With the profile presented, and the mind-boggling opportunities enumerated above, Ruthanne is certainly the coolest of the coolest, the best of the best, the s'ophisticated, King and one 'bomb' school to watch for-and not to forget, to enrol in, in 2015!

-Yvonna Shettima,
writing prodigy,
S'ophisticated, issue #60, 2015.

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     | 129, Emillé Bauer Drive, Ikoyi, Lagos. |

          A red limo rolled past the looming, opened metals of Ruthanne's gate and into the driveway of the school's premises. It sped down a wide road built through the middle of the school, with smaller drives branching off it and into various paths and walkways. The limo slid with one smooth arc into a parking area and pulled to a slow halt.

The parking area was barricaded with blue ribbons tied to low metal poles and thousands of students-Ruthanners-milled on the other side of the barricade, a silent uproar sifting through them.

A chauffeur came down from the limo and exchanged greetings with a security guard before making his way around the car, and coming to stop by its door.

The chatters quietened.

The chauffeur pulled the limo's door opened and seconds ticked. . .
everywhere still as the quiet after a storm. . .
breaths held. . .
and then. . .

A foot slid out of the car, the thin heel of the shoe cladding it resting firmly on the floor. Another foot clad in the same cream-colored heel as the first joined the other, carrying the 5'2 body that came out right after.

The calm turned frenzied in an instant, screams going off, and students going crazy.

Renee's eyes slowly scanned the wild crowd; standing graciously, as she awaits her brother.

Ren ducked his head as he climbed down from the car and straightened up once he was out and standing next to his sister, at an inch taller.

Standing side by side, they looked like the same prototypes of a masterpiece handiwork: delicately sculpted with finesse and dexterity, a melting glow emanating from their dazzling exterior—even from Renee's cold one.

The students' roaring and cheering fired up a great decibels.

The twins began walking away from the car, unfazed by the commotion and the attention they were getting. Reaching midway out of the parking area, a short frame crashed into their steps and a flash went off before their eyes.

Then it was more than just a student in their front before they realized it. Two more had joined, trying to grapple them.

And more, and more, and more till were being surrounded by the half of the students.

Guards flanked them in a minute, trying to contain the students break out. It was a ruckus. And many attempts after, they finally drove them back, creating a barrier to keep them in place and allowing the twins a way to escape from the ecstatic students.

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Hera Chow stomped and turned on her feet, huffing in annoyance, as she brought her iPhone closer to her face to look at the picture of Renee she'd taken.

The blonde's face was perfectly bland, giving not a thing away as if she'd be preparing for the flash attack.

It had Hera wondering just how she managed to pull it off.

Probably from years of being used to paparazzi and having cameras shoved in their faces.

She starts down a corridor, stuffing a fist into her suit pocket, gleaming black hair flying behind her. She punched the dial pads on her phone and raised it to her ear, making her way to a pink-themed garden.

"Luyanda! Where in the world are you? Yvonna said we should meet here already."

"I'm right here, right behind you," Luyanda Mtshali said, walking into the garden. She slid her phone away from her ear and crossed her arms, leaning to the side.

The petite, Chinese girl swivelled her head to look at the ebony, South African beauty. "Hey."

Luyanda unfolded her arms and strolled further into the garden, coming to stand in front of Hera.

"Did you see the twins come in?" Hera's face lightened.

"Err... no?"

"Ugh!" Hera raised her face skywards and back. "Gosh, they were so adorable." Her voice took on a squealing tone and her phone with a sparkling casing appeared before her eyes . She started punching at it.

"Lemme see." Luyanda slid the phone out of Hera's hand and turned it to herself. She looked at the picture, zoomed in, slid right and left, and made some comments about Renee's flawless face.

"Yeah, she just never wears any expression," Hera said.

"But probably not in the midst of her friends?"

"True. But, how can we know that? They are just so untouchable," Hera said, making air quotes with her fingers on the last word. "And you rarely, ever run into them. That happening is like a one in a thousand chance. Ugh, I just wish I can hang out with them, for a day? Especially with Ren. I mean, not to spy or scoop or anything, but just to be near him, doing nothing and staring into his eyes, beholding his magnificent beauty. . ." . . . and a dreamy look slipped onto her face.

"Beholding whose magnificent beauty?"

Luyanda's and Hera's heads snapped to look at the olive-skinned girl joining them, the third of their group but the First-their leader, Yvonna Shettima, an half-fulani girl.

"Vonn!" the two girls squealed and rushed forward to envelope one another in a hug. They broke free and went on with their animated reunion, making remarks and light pattings, recounting their summer tales and reacquainting one with the others.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" Yvonna asked.

Luyanda and Hera shared a look; Hera shrugged and Lu smiled, teasingly.

"Ren Georgeson." Luyanda filled Yvonna in.

Yvonna's eyeroll was a legend, a never-been-matched one. "Fangirling over him again?" And her cynic self was back to being in the lead. "Stop it. It's an improbable dream. We all know he's with Tiara... or, at least he'll be. Annnd, you're are-" she paused, looking for a way to phrase her next statement. "-kind of not in the same rank."

Yeah, as blunt as that sounds is as mild as Yvonna could put it.

Hera's face fell and all colors drained from it.

'So stop it with the wishful thinking and pull yourself together. We have a term of achievements to get done. Do you want to mess this up?"

Hera shook her head to clear it and as a reply. "Alright, alright."

"Good. No crushing, no liking or loving shit, no relationships and no hard feelings; no soft feelings,..." ...and on Yvonna went listing off the do's and don't's for being a gemfiltrator, a word she'd coined for their clique. Simply put, a gossip. They infiltrate all levels and ranks in Ruthanne's class hierarchy, scooping the juiciest, dirtiest, and nastiest stories to publish in their jointly run students' e-zine, Everything Ruthanne.

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