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"Your shower is ready madam." The petite lady, whose name seems irrelevant as she is just one of the maids, says to the ever glorious and gorgeous Adanma Peters.

The little maid stands unsure of what to do at a corner in the room. She doesn't know if her voice was even heard as her boss sits staring intently at the laptop screen in front of her.

"Madam, I said-" The maid starts again but is immediately interrupted.

"Shut up. I heard you the first time. Now leave my room."

Adanma Peters is the only daughter and heir to her parent's fortune. Intelligent and smart. Graceful and poised. The ideal daughter. The ideal student. Highly intimidating to her peers and never wasting time on things she sees no importance. Here she is on her queen sized bed staring at a particular Facebook page. She stumbled upon it two days ago. It was a business page. They baked cakes, donuts, meatpies and the likes.

"Yes madam. I'd... I'd leave right away madam." The maid says scurrying away causing her to scoff. Pathetic.

Adanma's attention is once again drawn back to the laptop screen. She is really impressed at the skills of the baker. The pastries look yummy. There was even this three-layered cake that looked extremely beautiful. Must have been for a wedding. Her brows furrow again in confusion. It isn't the cakes that has been having her so confused though. It's more of the girl in the picture. The one that baked the cakes. She looks so much like...her.

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"JoJo, why did you finish the hot water?" Kene, a particular brown skinned girl yells from where she stood at her older brother, Joseph. She stood there upset with the empty kettle in hand. She was going to be late for her tutorial classes today...again.

"Is that why you're crying?" He asks nonchalantly as he walks by with his school bag on his shoulder. He didn't mind the glare he was receiving from his sister. He got them most of the time.

"Okay, Nene darling, I'm sorry. I was in a hurry and I didn't remember to boil another one." he says, calling her by his pet name for her. He bends down to give his little sister a small peck on her forehead before bidding her goodbye.

Kenechukwu Ezeani is the second and last child of her parents. Her mum sold goods with her grandma's assistance at the nearby market and her dad, her dad was in prison.Her older brother was a student of the University of Lagos, while she attended a tutorial centre. Her mother couldn't afford to send her to a real secondary school so they opted for a tutorial centre. She, however supported her family by baking lovely cakes and other pastries. She had the skill and loved it so why not use it to earn a living?

Kene begrudgingly refills the kettle and sets it to boil. She would have bathed with cold water but the weather was really cold.

"Kenechukwu what are you still doing in this house? Take a look at the time for crying out loud." Kene hears her mum rant from the kitchen's enterance.

"Your brother has gone to school since. I saw him when he left the gate. What are you still doing here?" She hears her grandma also butt in. Her grandma's voice was hoarse and stressed but she never failed to join in any scolding when necessary. She wasn't very frail looking. She still looked very strong and healthy. She was motherly and an epitome of love and care. Kene loved her grandma.

"Mummy good morning, mama good morning. JoJo finished the hot water so I had to boil another one." She says quickly, rushing to prepare her bathing water and leave for the bathroom. She really didn't want to be late.

"Hurry up biko and don't forget to eat something inugo nwam(have you heard my child?)" She hears her grandma say just as she gets into the small bathroom they all shared.

Fifteen minutes later, she's dressed in black trousers and a white top that had prints on it. She stuffs herself with bread, downs it with tea, gets her school bag and quickly rushes into a nearby tricycle heading to her centre.

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Adanma catwalked down the stairs with her backpack slung on her shoulders in her usual elegance as she followed the aroma of morning pancakes. Her stomach rumbled as she had not had anything to eat the evening before. She was too occupied with her researches on that girl.

"Ada baby. Fine girl. How was your night?"

If a human being had spoken at that moment, Adanma didn't care to know, as she totally ignored her stepmother.

Going over to the dining table where her dad and stepmom were already having breakfast, she sits and reaches out for her pancakes.

"Good morning father." She greets.

"Your mother just asked you a question." She hears her dad reply instead, choosing to ignore her greeting.

"She is not my mother." She was a social climber and a lying treacherous gold-digger.

"You will not talk about my wife in that manner." Her father's voice booms throughout the dining room as he slams his fist on the table causing the cutlery to clatter loudly. She didn't realize she had said that out loud.

"I'm sorry father." She says going back to muching on her pancakes.

"You better be. Your driver would be picking you up early today. You would be taking those exams I told you of yesterday. "

No, no. She totally forgot about those exams. She already made plans for today. She had to find her look alike.

"Okay sir." She'd find away to ditch the exams. They weren't that important anyway.

"Good. I don't want to hear any stories. You know how important those exams are. It's your future we're talking about."

Oh please. They're not that important.

"Yes father."

"Your ride is ready small madam. Oga good morning. Big madam good morning." Akin, her designated driver says, thankfully interrupting their little conversation.

She quickly makes her way out after grabbing her bag and adjusting her uniform that had been neatly ironed by one of the workers.

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Kene's Pov

"Kene" I hear the girls squeal my name immediately I step my foot in the class as they rush to hug me.

"Oh my gosh kene your hair is so beautiful."Anita one of the girls says with her usual annoying and definitely incorrect phonetics.

"What's this one saying? Is this not the same way she packed her hair last week?" Another girl, Bolaji says holding my waist tightly.

"Abi. Don't mind her. Kene what did you bring for us jare. Anything? Meatpie, donut? Anything at all." Another says facing me with both hands on my shoulders like she wanted to kiss me. This one's Fathia but we nicknamed her Fatiya because of how fat she was and how much she loved food.

"Haba Fatiya. You like food too much. FFO; For Food Only." She chorused, while we laughed, including Fatiya the centre of the joke. The girls don't leave my side as we make our way to or seats.

I didn't rush to lessons because I was eager to learn. Pfft, oh please. I hated learning. I rushed here because I was always so eager to meet with my friends and gist like there was no tomorrow. This was a tutorial centre. We could do almost anything we liked. The teachers didn't even care. Well some did. I just loved it here.

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Adanma's Pov

I got down from the car and the driver bade me goodbye to which I returned a small smile.

I stared straight ahead at the huge sign that read Goldberg Academy.

"Hey Ada." I hear someone call. I follow the rich masculine voice to come face to face with Daniel Walters. One of the many biracial students here. He had his curly locks bouncing over his forehead as he threw me a dashing smile.

"What do you want?" I ask as I continue on my way to the class having him trail behind me.

"I was- I was um-"

"Spit it out"

"I was wonderingifyoucouldgowithmetothevalentine'sdaydance"

Huh?

"I'm sorry I didn't get that." I say stopping to face him.

"I said, I was wondering...if...you could go with me. To the Valentine's day dance. On Friday." He says slowly this time. He had his right hand in his trousers' pocket while his left hand made gestures everywhere. He looked so nervous. He looked stupid. How sad.

I hated when people got nervous around me.

"So?" He asks dragging the word a little too much.

Daniel was good looking. Rich. Extremely wealthy in fact. His dad was a business tycoon. His mother was into imports and exports. He was the second most intelligent in school. The first was yours truly. He commanded respect from everyone here just as I did. Only I commanded a little bit more than he did. He was the head boy, I was the head girl. I guess he was what I would term, "socially fit".

"Sure, whatever. Don't make a fuss about it."

"Yes, yes, yes, thank you."

"I said don't make a fuss." I said again turning around.

"Of course. I'm sorry."

I didn't reply as I made my way to the class.

I inhaled the pleasant flowery scent that welcomed me as soon as I stepped into the senior block. I walked up the stairs and I was finally in front of the door that said Grade 12(Arts).

I open the door and was immediately hit with the air conditioning that was definitely on full blast.

"Good morning Peters. You're welcome. Take your seat." Miss Evans, my class teacher says to me. I didn't get why we had a class teacher. We were in our final year already. We were adults and we could take care of ourselves.

"Yes ma."

Even if I wasn't really into the class teacher thing, Miss Evans was a middle aged woman I was low-key very fond of. She set her priorities straight and was always so smart with her words. She was disciplined and didn't try to stick her nose in other people's lives like many other teachers here did.She earned her respect from me a very long time ago.

I don't bother looking around at the other students in the class. I didn't have any friends here. Some tried to be friends but eventually gave up. I wasn't a very interesting person. It bothered sometimes but then it isn't something worth thinking over.

"Good day class. Take out your laptops." A teacher, whose I name I had long forgotten, says as he enters.

Classes had begun.

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A/n

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