FARAWAY FROM Reach

Note: this book is based on real life events,Names and roles of people vary in this book than in real life. It is first person point of view kinda book. _one_ I woke up this morning feeling as tensed as ever and it's the middle of the second semester here in my school and school to tens of thousands others offering different discipline and programmes, Delta State University, popularly know as DELSU, and my department and discipline is sited here in Abraka. I've been feeling this way for days now but today's feeling seems to be worst than even when I waited for my father to tell me news on my senior WAEC result and the only reason is cause of my first semester result that is said to be released any moment from now and the fact that rumors have it that most students failed a particular 2 unit course. No matter how many times I tell my self that I wrote well I just can't shake off the tension. It's always been like that ever since my secondary school days and the tension grew worst during my Waec, first jamb, second jamb and then it seems to suddenly get worst after the general carryover everyone in my department had in 100 level second semester in a computer science course. So you can guess why I have been so tensed about my 200 level first semester result. Standing up and going out to take my bath, I came out and searched for my regular white singlet and short to wear without applying cream cause I sweat a lot and I am not a fan of it, with my hair still in it's natural hair twist I always love to wear. I came online on My w******p to text my friend Sarah and that's when I saw it. Our department result it's f*****g out. I should have listened to that thing in me that told me to abandon that result and check later but I didn't. So saying a quick prayer with my trembling hands and fast beating heart I opened the result and searched for my matriculation number. It's usually around the first 20s in my department because of the nature of my father's name, Efe. The one good new about the result is that they don't update it with names like they did before. They only upload it according to class number and matriculation number. It's better to use your matriculation number than class number cause people tend to drop out or postpone Thier admission every semester. Just know where you matriculation number is expected to appear at so you don't scrool through the whole results of 70 students. I saw it my heartbreak in the worst way ever 2 F in 2 different courses I should have aced cause of how well I wrote and it was computer based examination. I exited the pdf from the phoenix app on my phone and logged in again. Perhaps tension or the water covering my eyelids but I somehow managed to miss it and I didn't find my name so I called out to my younger sister that was doing her laundry outside the house with my hands and voice shaking to inform her about my predicament. "Bibi." I called out with tears rolling down my cheek and my hands shaking. "Yes!" She shouted back at me. I could still hear the volume from the mp she used in playing songs to accompany her while washing. "Come please." I responded standing up from the room and walking towards our dining table. Somewhere around the passage connecting the three rooms of our three bedroom flat,a toilet that is used by us, a kitchen door and living room door, I heard the front door open and I could hear her music playing louder as I got closer to the dinning room. "What happened to you?" She asked concern genuinely taking over her nonchalant voice she used earlier. "They've released my results." I replied with shaking hands still crying while handing my phone over to her. "Heii! Is that why you're crying?" She asked operating the phone. I had no doubt in my mind that she was checking for my result cause she knows my matriculation number popularly called mat number. "Oh my God you have 2F. Gurl how come?" She asked making me resume my feat of crying. " I don't know." I replied crying. I felt hands wrapping themselves around me and I needed no soothe sayer to tell me those are bibi's hands wrapping themselves around me. " It's gonna be alright." She said still hugging me. I don't know how long I sat there or how hard I thought about it. I also didn't notice when bibi stepped out of the living room. By the time I was done crying, I made up my mind to file for a letter of remarking cause if anyone could afford to rewrite subjects it f**k as hell wasn't me. I should have followed through with that decision but if I had then I would never have met Him, Joseph and if I didn't I would never have known what it felt like to have love and loose it. Tell me you thoughts on this and I'll definitely be making the next chapter longer.