C2 Chapter 2

The lotto- Ingrid Michaelson 🎶


 Wheeeew...the entrance to the school!

I feel like there's a vein trying to burst beside the upper part of my ear..everyone here freaking looks older but then I just have to smile to the fact that I can see some petite girls..so in other words I'm not soo small, such a pleasure.

swallowing the whole view of the front view of the school with my eyes, i must say it is quite the way it looked online.

oh my days, when i used to go online to browse though the internet for the school i wanted to put in for..all i hoped for really was attending a private uni and be taken care of but you see, in life, one thing I've grown to accept is you dont always get all what you want.

Sort of tragic..yeah

We got a cab to drive us down to the hostel.

I guess i and my mum just decided to follow the girls in front into one of the halls cause as it is, there are more than one halls .

At the entrance, are seated four women and a man, must be a security personnel.

"Good afternoon ma" i said in a low tone.

Holy fuck! Benin people can be so scary with their looks. And to crown it, all i got was no response. Serves me right.!

I fill out my hostel form and i am assigned a room in block F ,200series..thats when i saw it temporary hostel written on the top right hand corner of the form.

The hostel is more of an old building with series of blocks but looks elegant and the structure is intimidating. My mum insisted on following me to see my room so we both go on searching for my room and here we go, room 205 plastered on the door.

The handle looks displaced from it right position but is held still with the aid of a small nail. I gently push open the door to reveal a small room with three bunks and walls covered with

newspapers.

"Hi"

To my left hand side is a slender dark girl with bob braids up-bunk memorizing what looks like a piece of a carton, she must have written numbers or something on it and down bunk is a petite girl, caramel complexion sleeping with only her g-strings.

The other bunk by my right closest to the door is occupied by two girls downbunk..one fair and the other lighter and looking way more older ...there's a hand bag on the mattress upbunk but the upbunk looks really bad..I dont think anyone was assigned that space while the other bunk closest to the wardrobes inbuilt to the wall is empty.

"Hiii" both girls closest to the door reply with a raised brow.

"Please which is corner f"

The fair girl points to the unoccupied bed up-bunk

"You're the owner of the space..."

More of a statement than a question but i simply reply

"I am"

I walk into the room and my mum follows and both girls greet her..my mum smiles warmly.."how are you darling.."

"Err...I am renee, biochemistry 100level"

"We're all 100level students then..."the lighter girl tells me as she gets up from the bed space

"I am Danielle and she is paulette" she says pointing to the fairer girl. "And i am your bunk mate. The girl sleeping is in your faculty as well but I've forgotten her department. I am studying history and Paulette studies english language education but specifies in DEF as we call it. You're welcome to our room" she blushes and reaches out for a hug.

I return the kind gesture. I like her already, so communicative and thats a good thing for an over-thinker like me.

The slender girl gets down from her bed as she is on the phone with someone or maybe is just irritated by our talk, just maybe and walks out of the room still on the phone.

Danielle helps me with my bag outside the room and shows me my corner and my wardrobe and tells me every detail i need to know about my bed space.

"I guess we're already friends. Lets see how this one goes because we never get to know them by first instance"my subconscious at it again.

I just smile while i go on with my arranging.

My mum checks around and reminds me of my goal in school and setting a good example for my younger ones..I'm bored of this talks already especially for the fact that i know what i want to do and want already.

She proceeds to teach me how to use a stove and asks me to try it but i just wave it off with i already know how to and she gives that look "huh?"

"Trust me ma.."raising my brows and smiling sheepishly

Few minutes later and I'm almost done with my arrangement and she's ready to leave, i escort her to the walk way of the hostel and wave her bye...we're not like the mother-daughter thing every other girls share and maybe we're ok in a way with that..i really dont want to go deep into that thought now.

I turn around to see other people walking to and fro the hostel, some parents hugging or kissing their children goodbye, and my eyes drifts to a girl wearing a net top and full burst popping up in her bra.

I'm really sure my face did the talking here..yes..I am that girl that doesnt need to speak up before you get the message simply because my face prevails before my lips does it job.. I shake my head mentally and walk back to my room.


I am actually doing this.