I frowned at the hostel card in my hand finding it strange, exciting and equally scarily. Ever since I started this God forsaken school, I never found myself in this situation.

But here I am..

Late.

Lateness..

I detest that word. It shows tardiness and how uncultured someone can be. I like managing my time properly and effectively, if not for that stupid traffic i got caught up in, I would have acquired my favourite hall.

Bethany Hostel.

No.. You should have left Makoko earlier like your father told you.

My subconscious mind pointed out the fact, the reason of my lateness and the reason why I find myself in this unwarranted position.

The secretary, Miss Jolade looked up from her system. Clear annoyance evident on her face. I don't blame her. Rich kids never bothered her with this type of problem so why will a scrawny, annoying scholarship student like me be the bane of her existence this hot afternoon?

"Yes? How may I help you?" her voice sounding nasal as she threw me a pointed look and like before I let out a deep sigh because this is the fourth time she was asking me this question but am always interrupted.

"I have not been given an hostel" I said almost inaudibly but I guess she heard me due to her next words.

"And how is that my problem?!"

I gulp.

"Am here to know if there is still bed space~"

"There is no bed space so I can't help you" she waved me off signifying the end of the conversation as she returned to her laptop.

The palm of my hands got sweaty at her dismissal. Aren't secretaries supposed to be friendly?

"Ma... "

She tsked, narrowing her eyes at the system, complaining about stupid pauper children. As if she is any better than me, just because she was working for the rich, she thinks she is better than everyone else.

I was about to say something when Cynthia Okoro , popularly called Ceecee, the new female hostel prefect who was also my class mate stepped in.

She threw me a glance, like she was looking at the numerous boring pictures hanging on the wall. Pretending like i wasn't there, ignoring my very existence which painfully, am used to.

My third year in SJC and I was already used to the lack of friends, zero friends, am like a ghost... A phantom, never to be noticed.

"You sent for me" Ceecee asked. She was still in her mufti and it is allowed cause it is the first day of resumption.

"This girl does not have an hostel, is there any bed space available?"

"No. All had been taken"

She is lying, she just doesn't want to help me because am a nobody. I always wondered what would have happened if I came from a rich family.

Would i be treated this way?

I stared at the two females who were just like me but we were entirely different. Ceecee outfit is a complete clash to mine.

One showed affluence while the other one showed plainness and penury.

"So what do you want me to do?"

I said nothing staring at the two as if my life depended on it.

"Please ma"

I don't want to be given all these crazy hostels, if am put in Las Vegas hostel, I don die be that.

Bethany please... Let it be Bethany. That had been my place of solace for two years. Everyone minded their business, i talk to no one, no one spoke to me.

"Wait... There should be bed space in Green house hostel"

I pursed my lips. The Power House? Now i don't know how to feel about that...

"Am not going near her room again. She blew up in my face the last time I tried talking her into having a room mate!"

"You are the hostel prefect, you have the power" Miss Jolade deadpanned.

"It is like you don't know who we are talking about here. Am talking about Theresa Taylor! Theresa Taylor!"

I sit up at the mention of that name. Am not surprised at the mood of the conversation they are engaged in, Ceecee could be rude just like most rich kids in this school.

I got scared at that name. I will be fucked if this happens.

"Alright. I heard what you said. If she doesn't allow me. Then count me out!"

Ceecee said before storming out of the office, she has guts but not up to Theresa. The Theresa Taylor. It is like a fox going up against a lioness in her territory.

Sure they won't pair us together... They didn't even ask for my opinion on this matter, not like I have any choice but still!

God please... Anyone but her.

Staring at the room number written on my hostel card. I almost let out a cry. My prayers were not answered and am left to do this on my own.

Be bold! She is your classmate, you guys are of the same age group!

Yep... Although she is part of the elite, it is not like she would throw me out of the room since she rarely gets paired with people.

I let out an exasperated sigh, before balancing my worn out duffel bag on my shoulder and dragging my new shiny ghana must go along.

You heard me... Drag along because no one was ready to help me with my  luggage cause am a nobody. Besides,  who brings ghana must go bags to SJC?

My mates rocks their Louis Vuitton bags and the likes while am stuck with my old... You know what, Forget it.

Students gave me funny and silly looks along the way to the hostel. I should have come a day or two days before today. All this would have been avoided, i hated the attention i am drawing.

They keep giving my bags funny yet suspicious looks like am an hobo.

Saint James College had tried to maintain the policy of equality in the school but they should have thought about it before admitting rich kids cause the influx of the children of the rich had upset that balance.

I stopped at the entrance of the hostel. Looking at the female who had been walking approximately fifteen feet away from me.

She probably doesn't want to be seen with me.

"You have been given hostel, don't say i did not show you o" she warned.

"But what will i tell her?" I asked in confusion.

"Ask me again" she hissed before walking away leaving me dumbfounded at her rude behavior.

She actually left me on my own. With the little strength i had left, I pulled my load towards the porter's desk knowing she will check it very soon as she was busy with something.

I asked for permission to check my room, she just waved me off with her left hand like I was no importance, she was attending to one of those kids and am sure their parents got gifts for her, making her give them extra attention.

I walked towards the block which was Green House hostel but popular called the Power House. It was not as peaceful as Bethany but at least it was not housing grade A bitches.

As soon as I stepped into the block, students lurking around only stared at me once before looking away while others bluntly ignored me.

I look towards the stairs, the route to where I am going, I took long strides on the stairs before stopping at the floor she resides, I turn towards my right to see the room at the far end of the floor.

It looks strange and desolate, like a big sign warning you to stay off.

It stood out even though it had the same door as others, it was like everyone was trying to avoid that place and I can't believe i was heading there.

Gathering enough strength, I walked towards the door with calculated steps. The chirping stopped and so did the conversations, they stared strangely at me as if i was crazy.

I am indeed crazy, no one goes to that room unless you are summoned upon, and it is too early for anyone to get on her bad side so the question am sure was on everybody's mind was...

What the hell was she doing?!...

I don't know people! I don't know!

Am very smart, i don't mean to brag. To get a scholarship into SJC is never easy not to talk of maintaining that scholarship for good three years. Am the only scholarship student in my set so you see what I mean.

My cousin called me a philomath one time, describing my brain as a hot brain and I always confirm this for him anytime i go home at the end of the term with a 4.0 GPA.

I can't help it, I love learning new things and I love being ahead of the class and that has always been my anchor, my forte, knowing more and doing well than all this stuck up rich kids.

Only two people served as a challenge to me every term, every year. The school current head boy and the girl am about to meet.

I stopped in front of the door while breathing heavily, you would think I ran a mile but I just walked twelve feet to this place.

Am I scared? A little...

Am i shitting my pants? An absolute yes!

I lift my fist ignoring the curious looks sent my way as i give the door a small knock.

No answer...

I repeated the act thrice but still no one answered.

Is she even there?

I lifted up my small fist again only to stop when the door opened and a furious face emerged.

I started from the toes which looked perfectly pedicure up to the chocolate long legs which any man will find sexy. Then her short jean shorts paired with an extremely white camisole. My eyes caught sight of the white gold necklace adorning her neck.

"Yes. How may I help you?"

I choked on my spit. She was really talking to me. Her voice was so collected and she sounds annoyed yet calm.

I look up at her face to behold the wonder, the beauty. The resident ice queen.

Theresa Niniola Taylor popularly known as TNT and not just because that is the abbreviation of her name, more like having something to do with an explosive weapon. She is an explosive choleric with a short maddening temper. The current head girl of the school which suits her perfectly and to add to the icing of the cake, the only female in the ELITE.

She raised one of her well shaped eyebrows in question, she does not repeat herself... For any reason.

"Am you-your n-new roo-roommate?" I stuttered sounding unsure of myself, I had to recheck the card to be extra sure, then I nodded looking up at her like a deer.

She said nothing, she just stared and stared and it made me feel stupid to be this vulnerable in front of my mate.

"Come in"

I almost passed out at her words.

Did she say i should come in?

She glared at me when she realized I didn't leave my spot, not bothering to repeat herself, she goes ahead to close the door on my face but i let out a little shriek running into the room after her. Ignoring the murmurs of other student.

So much for first impression...

First chapter done....
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ghana must go along: a typical large travelling common in Nigeria,  it has a checkered pattern and comes in two well known color, blue and pink.... (I think)

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