You have chicken pox the health center nurse said to me.” I know that already”, I thought because i have had this fever and red spots developing all over my body for the past few days. Its been hell… i could hardly keep up with the daily activities of school these past days and the seniors girls were on my neck to do this and that. ” You know u have to go home right? I will sign your papers tomorrow so go call ur to come see me tomorrow and ur parents to come get u”.
I snapped out of it and slowly my weak mind processed what shes just said… Im going home. Yay! Im going home! I get to have my mum cook me food and take care of me well instead of slumming it in this diseased health center with these unfriendly uncaring nurses i thought. I told the nurse i’d get my guardian and parents tomorrow and stood up to leave. I staggered back and my vision blurred for a second. My God… i was really sick i thought. I heard the bell for lunch down the path and i knew id never make it all the way down to the dining in time. I stared back at the nurse who was paying me no mind and begged to lay for a while. Grudgingly she agreed to let me stay till it was time for evening food. I was ecstatic and slept off as soon as my head touched the pillow.
Federal boarding school was hell on earth. I mean one cant actually understand the amount of brutality and callousness kids go through in there if they hadnt experienced it themselves. I rem crying everyday for a week in my js1 till i got sick and had to go home. I didnt get it, the wickedness, the bells, the punishment, the mean teachers, the tasteless food… etc. i begged my parents to never send me back but they sent me back and told me to take it like a strong girl i am. Well, its my js3 and i still feel exactly the same way i felt two years ago. Nothing has changed and if any its gotten worse. The seniors were all kinds of brutal that some times i wondered why? Seroiusly why would twenty people gang up on one person and beat her up just because she refused to wash your own plate? Or maybe she didnt have time to copy your own notes or wash ur plates?
The prefects were on a different level of Jezebel… Mmeyene Etukudo. Damn that girl… Oh so fine and tall. She had the super model beatuy, hands down the prettiest girl i had ever seen in the school. She was pretty smart too… the whole package, but she was the meanest. I never saw her smile. Never! She could beat the whole dormitory with her bare hands if she wanted to. Mmeyene rang the bell… oh u better be running. She was brutal, doesnt matter if u were a relation or friend of hers… she’d beat and punish u just the same as other random junior students. My mates and i always wondered what made her so cold? Behind her back, and i mean way way behind… we called her “ice queen”.
The nurse woke me from my deep sleep. I woke up feeling so weak and itchy. I could barely walk and see straight but, i knew i couldnt spend anymore time there so i left. It was a straight path to my dorm past the classrooms, i prayed i make it back in one piece. “That girl!”, “red house girl!”… Someone from the senior classroom was calling me… reluctantly i turned and walked towards the voice. I looked up as i approached and it was none other than Mmeyene Etukudo. I felt my heart jump and I got nauseated.
She had the cold look on her face and i prayed to God to be with me.” Follow me”, she said. I followed. We entered her class and she walked to her seat and i followed. She brought out her chemistry and biology text books, then the note books too and dumped it on the nearby desk.” I need u to carry these and follow me to my dorm”. Her dorm! Her dorm? A js3 walking into the lions den (ss3 dorm) is asking for a death sentence. You are going to scrub or sweep their dorm, fetch water, wash plates and clothes, make beds, clean toilets.. etc! I just couldnt do it. The books were so heavy i could not even lift them all.
I knew i had to say something if i wanted to see my mum tomorrow.” Snr im very sick, i have chicken pox and im very….” I shut up immediately because the ice queen tunred gave me a slap, and barked “so what? are u talking to me? now carry those books and follow me u idiot!”. Tears rolling down i complied. The chemisty textbook(Ababio) fell… I bent to pick it and i got dizzy and fell down. Before i could gather my thoughts and strenght to get up, i felt this heavy kick on my rib cage. I screamed! Oh im so dead today i thought…
Emmm…You should have gone through this stuff before posting..
Reading about brutality can be fun especially if packaged well…
This lacks that clean packaging..But hey! keep writing and Improving…
P.S…Why were you scared?..If na me I go just spread d chicken pox by rubbing their bedsheets with my body..
Thanks for reading my dear. Its my first time writing and I am sure i will improve with time and lots of pratice.
My dear fear no go gree u put their bedsheet for body o! fash..lol
It’s harrowing what kids go through. But I honestly believe the secondary school experience is not complete if you did not go to a boarding school.
Yeah…I think you copied it from your diary…you should have edited it.
Still…i really liked the story.
Thanks and i sure did. I am going to pay attention to editing next time. I have got alot to tell… Do check in on my work pls
Hell on Earth ke? Boarding school was fun for me o, don’t know what you guys are talking about…..luvli stuff @goldline6126
Awww… Thanks! Your the only one that didnt chew me for not editing. Ajebo o! LOL. I meant Federal boarding schools sha,
not the aje aje ones.
Why did you fill this piece with SMS short words? Abeg, writing that way smack of laxity in your writing. Read through this again and make it read better to your readers.
Well, keep writing and you’ll definitely improve someday.
Easy noow? ke I am very new to writing, and i know i will improve. Thanks for checking it out though and i hope the next one will speak more clearly to you and others.
I almost didn’t read the story after I read the title. I felt the title said everything already. The title is a better story, every other thing should be re done.
I believe you write better than what you just did here, that’s why this post is unacceptable.
Give NS your best, always.
I agree.
Na wa sha. Una tough for here o! I just started writing guys and I know i will improve gradually. Chill my brother, its not that serious. Thanks for checking out the piece and the kinda harsh critism.
Welcome first of all.
Besides your typos, I really enjoyed your story. It reminded me of those BAD old days too, when I’ll plan to feign faint in the market if I’m told to go and buy my provisions for school. And when I feigned terrible stomach infection which had no name so that I had to become a day student for a long time.
Females can be brutal o. No jokes.
Welldone. But I know you’re better than this.
I know i am girl. Thanks for reading. I will improve with time. Thanks
I liked it.but please heed the advices given to you.
I will and thanks for reading and liking.
This stuffs reminds me of my days in secondary school. The hungry, sad, fun, happy moments then. Whew!!! Glad we survived the breaking of mop sticks, rakes and hangers on our bodies.
Now to your story, you used short text a lot. That’s wrong. Try to correct that next time. Some typos too. Always try to edit your work before posting.
I think you are new so you’ll learn with time or even faster than anybody can imagine. Welcome.
thanks for the kind words. Im sure i will improve with time and pratice.
hell on earth? Yeah, but that’s only during the process of it, after the experience u r glad you went through it because you have a lot of story to tell. that being said, i don’t think no matter the circumstance, the use of short text is proper. just saying. lovely piece though. And errors yakpa
loool..! Thanks for reading. I will try putting out a more improved piece next time.
@goldline6126, this feels very real, like its non-fiction. And forgive me for saying this if it’s wrong, but you really sound rather childish like a JS3 girl… but anyway, I feel your pain. Boarding school can be awful. I’m somewhat surprised tho cos I thought only boys went through the major horrors, didn’t know senior girls too were this nasty. Anyhow, take heart, nothing lasts forever. That is if you’re still school….
Take note of all the corrections, the writing was very poor even if the story was relatable. Welcome to Naija Stories!
I understand the critism and I know i will improve as i go on. Its non fiction bro, and girls are more brutal than boys o!
I love the way you write, descriptions and all,lovely piece. But I hate the fact that you didn’t settle to edit this piece well before posting online, it puts people off you know.
Nice thoughts, brings back memories of my 1-year stay at GSS Fa…(naaaa…I wont say). Its always fun to dig up those memories.
Thanks Abbey. Yeah i have taken note of the corrections i need to make. I understand clearly now them Naija stories people dont play,lol
My thought: This needs to be seriously polished. You will get better sha. Welldone.
Yes I will. Thanks for reading and i hope you keep checking out my stories.
Thank God I never attended a boarding school. Full of crap. *You better listen to all the earlier speakers. And stop with the excuses… * Welcome to NS, keep writing.
Feels like you didn’t finish this. Did you end up going home?