High school brats

It was until after a couple of weeks and a few days did Pacesetters College just like many other schools in the city of Calabar resume from her long holiday which comes usually after the third term of a school year. Students were excited and enamored by the aesthetic changes in the school especially the establishment of a new creativity lab for arts which had been a long deliberated project. The ambience of the school environment was seen as one suitable for best skill acquisition, intellectual accumulation and discipline. However, it was the least renown and populated schools in the city. At 7:40am, students from all arms lined up according to their classes in the assembly block whilst chatting amongst themselves and getting in touch with the faces they've missed. Almost creating a ruckus. The ones from JSS3 who were promoted to SS1 were mostly the ones making the noise with reasons laced on their limbs as they had changed their short sleeve white shirt to long sleeves, their grey and red pinafores to pleated skirt and most especially their ankle white stockings to knee–length red stockings. These differences only stood out for just seniors. A very pitchy and dulcet voice was heard coming audibly from the school's megaphone; calling all students to quietness and attention. “Can we all quit making a noise for a few minutes? “I do reckon that we all are very excited today. Why don't you begin to give God thanks, come on!” Though skinny and short in nature, Imelda Soyinka being the Scripture Union prefect of the school had a means of drawing great attention to herself. Her singing was one known amongst all to be angelic. Seeing her up on the podium was a sign that the assembly had begun as usual with worship, prayers and hymns before other agendas. Shortly after the assembly, the students went into their various classes, and began preparing their materials for lectures. Meanwhile at the principal's office were a few parents and guardians who had brought in their wards for admission. With the deadline for admission being tomorrow, the principal had no issues attending to them. An average man having curly dreadlocks and a paunch was the last to walk into the school premises with his niece whose countenance was as cynosural as his. The girl was putting on a blue denim jacket and skirt which was quite skimpy as it revealed most of her albino thighs. Her ankle stockings and slip–on sneakers were the same colour as the sparse number of waist length box braids made with gold attachment on her small head. For an albino, her eyes were luckily steady in their light brown depths but the same could not be said about her glossy pink lips which moved as she chewed a gum. The principal adjusted her thick lens on her bulbous nose by the time the two presented themselves before her. “Good morning sir, please have a seat,” said the principal who didn't bother about not getting any response to her greetings. Not when the average man's aura oozed out so much ego as though Ego were to be his first name or the brand of his suit and wing tip shoe. It would be an error if it had no effect on him. Seeing them well seated, the principal arced her brows and asked, “how may I assist you?” “I am Mr Sam and this is Linda Walker, my neice. I believe that the school had earlier received a call in regards to a transfer student and we were asked to bring a letter,” said Mr Sam as he handed over a transfer letter to the principal. Glancing through the formal note, the principal asked, “she studied at Model High School, Ibadan?” “Aye, but had to transfer here cause I'm a daughter of an itchy feet pilot who doesn't care about me,” Linda said poutingly. She blew her bubble gum and busted it loud enough to the distaste of the principal. “It says here that she is a bright and respectful girl.” Linda scoffed and said, “well scratch that, I'm...” “Going to have to dispose the chewing gum in that waste basket by the door,” said the principal who scanned Linda's face for a revolting expression which she found. She watched her hesitate for a minute before obeying her. “Here at Pacesetters College we conduct series of test for new students who wish to be admitted into our school,” said the principal. “What?!” Linda exclaimed. Her uneasiness was all over the place as she didn't want to write any test. Her eyes were asking her uncle to intervene. “Does she really need to carry out this test?” asked Mr Sam. “It is necessary for evaluation. Just basic Maths, English and current affairs, “However not to worry, we can make an exception for her as a transferred student.” “Oh beautiful then,” said Mr Sam. “Also we already received a report on the clearance of her tuition fees and the other necessary payments. And we've made arrangements for the dorm she will be boarding for the rest of the school year.” “I'm going to be boarding?! That sounds foreboding. First I got transferred here to an all–girls school and now this?!” cried Linda whose face was now redden from anger. “Get your acts straight Linda. This was not my decision and you know it,” said Mr Sam. “Our school provides one of the best dorms for boarding students. You'll have your privacy if that's what you are afraid of loosing. Trust me, there is nothing foreboding about boarding in a school such as Pacesetters College, “Everything you'll need will be made available to you miss Walter,” said the principal. “Everything? I doubt that.”