LIFE IN DRAMA CLASS

Ep1:First Day At School

December 2nd, 2019, was a beautiful Monday morning. Our car finally pulled up to Amasamen Senior High School, and I gazed out at the green and white

buildings.

The school was stunning, but it wasn't my first choice. My aunt had insisted I attend, and I was still adjusting to the idea.

As I stepped out of the car, the warm sun touched my skin, and I felt a mix of emotions.

Everyone seemed to be in class already, and I felt a pang of nervousness. I didn't want to be late on my first day.

I took a deep breath, letting my eyes scan the surroundings. The sound of birds chirping and students chatting filled the air, and I felt a sense of determination wash over me.

I was Nneoma Williams, a 16-year-old girl with many dreams and ambitions. I was a writer, actor, singer, and bookworm. I loved reading and being indoors, often finding solace in the darkness of my room. But my aunt had other plans. She wanted me to pursue fashion, which wasn't my passion.

I had agreed to her demands, but my plan was simple: work hard, excel, open my own fashion design shop, become successful, and live life on my own terms.

As I walked through the school gates, I felt a sense of resolve. I would make the most of this opportunity, even if it wasn't my dream school. I looked around, trying to take in everything at once. The students were chatting and laughing, and I felt a bit left out. I didn't know anyone yet, and I wondered if I would fit in.

Since I couldn't find my class, I headed to the library to ask for directions. That's where I ran into Sir Mark, the library teacher who had helped me with my admission. He was like a father figure to me, always smiling and supportive.

"Sir, can you please show me to my class?" I asked, feeling a bit lost.

"Of course, dear," he replied, his eyes twinkling. "Let's get you to your class."

As we walked, Sir Mark broke the silence.

"Nneoma Williams," he said seriously, using my full name only when it was important. "Don't think just making it to high school means you've reached the end of the road. You need to work hard, choose your friends wisely, and think about the future of your generation. What life do you want them to live? The choices you make today will shape your tomorrow."

I nodded, taking his words to heart. I knew he was right. I had big dreams, and I needed to stay focused. "Yes, sir. Thank you."

Sir Mark smiled and led me to my class. As we walked, I felt a sense of gratitude towards him. He had been kind to me when I needed it most, and I appreciated his guidance.

When we reached the class, Sir Mark introduced me to the teacher, and I took my seat. I felt a bit more at ease, knowing I had someone looking out for me. As the teacher began to speak, I pulled out my notebook and pen, ready to take notes.

I was determined to make the most of this opportunity and prove to myself and others that I was capable of achieving my dreams.