Dreams Turn Into Reality

She wanted to leave, have her own independence and be the girl that she wanted to be.

She could hardly sleep, she had a feeling she hadn’t made it, a class was not going to be cool, she even thought of suicide if the wheel could turn left.

But again she thought that act would be stupidly dome! She was an expert in giving hope to the hopeless so that’s why she saw it like that. 

She couldn’t even think of the embarrassment feeling she could have in the school, I mean she was pretty and lovable and famous.

She was known as the girl whom white or coloured guys had a soft spot for, known as the Chinese ex-girlfriend who had gotten dumped because of other girls, of which that destroyed her emotionally, and failed to believe in the existence of love, little did they know though.

She tossed and turned on her bed of comfort, she never imagined herself doing a class of trinity, never!

So she refused to have and accept the spirit of negativity. That fear even made her recall a verse in the Holy Bible that says “only believe, all things are possible”🤣.

Immediately that verse came into her mind, she pulled her blankets and slept with  belief that everything was going to be okay.

She worked very hard at school, nor smart nor slow learner, she was just a hard worker that failed if she hadn’t studied and passed very well if she had studied hard. Since the clock doesn’t have retirement,  it ticked all night.

She turned, looked at the time and discovered it was 5 o’clock, she had to wake up but she said to herself...

“No! Whilst dragging the node, let me sleep just a few few more minutes", and she did exactly that. 

 She turned once or twice, checked the time and discovered it was 05: 50, that’s when she quickly jumped out of the bed and hurried to the bathroom for a bath.

As she took the bath, Candice  almost knocked her head there and there the minute she remembered she had a bed to make, she so much hated that. She thought of leaving it like that but she couldn’t, she just couldn’t even dare.

 Yes she was a lazy cat but she had the neatness spirit within her, she wasn’t that bad in short. Miss Peterson did everything she could do before school in the morning.

Swept the house and almost every house chore, went to her mama for bus fare. But as she went there, horses knocked in her heart, she was going to ask her about the report questions whilst she never wished to discuss them, let alone thinking of it, but she had no choice did she? 

She walked in there, greeted her and asked for money, of which she gave, theeen my Goodness, she throwed her with every question and query she thought of about the end of year school judgement day.

To be honest, she was a girl that never liked questions in life, naturally, she just never liked too much yada yada, that’s how she was.

She answered them all but you know that kind of moment that makes you want to leave that place immediately, she felt like that, she exposed that easily to her mother kept on looking at the time without even a half minute break.😂

 Finally!

Was the expression she afforded to come up with, she went out of her mother’s room, grabbed her school bag and went to school.

she kept on praying in her heart that her mom shouldn’t see that her school mini skirt was becoming even more mini, she never wanted a new one.

She was fine with the one she owned, since it revealed everything she had. Well, apparently her school wasn’t that strict with her whenever her parents had to collect her report, her father was known as a very busy man, one of the busiest man in town.

 And her mother working for the government on the other side, no one could avail themselves, so the class teacher used to call her parents notifying them if she had gotten the report or not. 

Unfortunately for her, the reports were given in a blink of an eye, unexpectedly, so by that, she had gotten her report at 10:00 am.

She argued with her head and heart, her head so much wanted to open the report, her heart said just chill man, not now. 

She wanted to listen to her sorrowful heart but not opening the report would be the same thing as walking around with a bag full of a poisoned python inside, a python that would want to take off its head outside, a python she couldn’t know about so she just said no, yes, no yes and finally she said you know what, am opening this, its not like its going to change anything, what’s printed is already printed.

 She grasped the air and opened it. The only thing she cared about was if she had passed, fail or repeat, her eyes strictly went to that small box where the judgement took place. She just saw “PASS AND PROCEED”.

She jumped with so much excitement, real pure excitement like a lady being proposed to, and that act of excitement was nothing compared to what she felt inside.

 She was on the seventh heaven such that she remembered a hip hop song that said “I WANNA SCREAM AND SHOUT AND YELL IT ALL OUT AND SAY OHHHH OHHHH!

She felt like changing it in the end, make it say “I WANNA SCREAM AND SHOUT AND YELL IT ALL OUT AND SAY I PASSED I PASSED😆😆”  continuously, and guess what, she did just that and all eyes were on her, she never cared about any comments, wait! Were there even any comments?

Not really, everyone was minding their own business, since it was a day of no jokes.

Miss Peterson, like she enjoyed being summoned like that , went with her friend to celebrate, they had both done well, like really well.

Those two girls really loved food like no other homo sapien in this planet. They had so much in common, especially in the personality department. Similar age, similar best dishes, similar likes and dislikes almost in everything.

Those were IT girls, they were so smart, really smart in that subject, they were always at the top.

Candice may score 90 percent as the highest of the class and Charlotte could score a 88 percent in the same subject and they always varied, always competed to beat one another in score. That never made them enemies, it brought them even more closer together. 

They were just famous in IT and their class mates always asked for help to them.

Candice had her own way of studying IT, her own strategy, same applies to her friend, and they never studied together. They also shared the English Literature class with the same teacher.

Candice was one of the top Literature student in her class, she was just smart in it, more and more smarter than in IT, but not her friend, she was just moderate in the subject but with the help of Candice she reached 70’s.

She never helped her copy, no, she just explained everything and anything her friend needed her with and that you see that?

That’s exactly that that made her feel good about herself, it actually boosted her self-confidence which was a credit for her own self.