C2 Chapter 2.

My alarm went off at about 6:30am. I fixed my bed and went to put away the plates we had used the day before going to brush and shower.

Noah and Wilfried were already up and getting ready to go to their high school.

Sharel, Wilfried's older sister was still asleep since she was already in college and the college program was not the same as middle school or high school.

We didn't have the same class times. When I got dressed, I gently woke her up so she could help me put some fuss on my rasta before I left.

- SHAREL: You, huh, you wake me up for the fuss?

- Wair Shashaaaa, sorry no? It's the first day of school and you know how students often try to be the best. I want to be the best please!

- SHAREL: Um Okey!

She got up from this beautiful bunk bed where she was on the bottom and I was on the top and then she sat me down on her bed and started doing what I asked her to do. When she finished, I said thank you and stood in front of the mirror to admire my charisma!

With my chocolate complexion, my smooth skin and my outfit that fit perfectly, not to mention my nice pair of tennis shoes and my backpack, I was very fresh! I took 500f out of the 2500f, my pocket money for school days, that is to say from Monday to Friday, and I went out. At the moment of opening the gate, my aunt shouted my name:

- MY AUNT: Brenda, wait for us! Indeed, she was with my little sister who was three years old at the time, I think. She had finished getting her ready to take her to the maternity ward and we walked together.

I saw students on their way to school with their faces tied up. It looked like they didn't want to do it and were doing it out of compulsion. I saw others jumping up and down on the way to school, so happy were they. I was happy because not only was I about to go to my first day of school at my new college, but also because I loved school so much at the time. We walked together until I left them to get on the bike to continue my journey. I arrived in front of the school at 7:40 and classes were to start at 7:45.

I paid the driver of the motorcycle and went in even though the guard blamed me because of my hair.

- GUARD: That's the last time I'll see you with that hairstyle, miss!

- Let me do one more week with it please!

- GUARDIAN: That's not how it works here! Anyway, you'll have to take that up with the superintendent!

- Okay, sir!

To be continued...