_Joshua Clyde Clinton_
The first time my parents told me we were moving, i had thought it was a joke and i didn't even expect that we would be moving to another state, i loved abuja, i had many friends there and i was adapting fine; why did hell do we have to move.
We got to lagos a week ago before my new school resumed and i had everything ready, i aced the entrance exam and dad got the necessary items i would be needing for school. Mum had offered to stay in the boarding house but i had somehow convinced her, i sighed and got down from my bed to get ready for school. By 6:50am, i was dressed in my new uniform which was way better than my old school uniform, baggy clothing, black Italian shoes for boys and black covered shoes for girls.
"Good morning mom," i greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, "good morning my baby," My mom, Arisha Clinton sweetly hugged me. I sat down to eat my breakfast of toast and scrambled eggs, "what about dad," I asked as mom served me. "He left early for work," She said sitting opposite me to eat,
My dad is an architect of skyline designs which was recently moved down to nigeria, while mom was a doctor who worked in the teaching hospital back in abuja, i loved watching my parents show their affection for each other without a care about what people think, mom had told me countless stories about how she and dad met back in highschool that i could retell the story in my sleep.
"Alright Joshua, we don't want to be late on your first day of school," Mom said picking up her handbag, i took it from her and made my way to the car, mom drove us to my new school.
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As i got down from the car, I noticed a black car parked in the distance, i waved to my dad when i heard the bell indicating the time for assembly and started to walk down to the hall when i saw a girl get down from the black car.
Gorgeous! That was the first word that came to my mind and it surprised me, sneaking a better look at her, her fair complexion appealed to me, her uniform was fitted hugging her curves and edges in the right place. As i stared at her, she reminded me of my ex-girlfriend, Olivia Taylor, it brought bad memories and with a shake of my head, i threw the thought out the window.
I let the gorgeous let me to the assembly hall putting a distance between us not to appear as a stalker, assembly ended soon and everyone was rushed to class, i asked a few students for directions to the principal's office. Mrs Williams enveloped me into a hug when i entered the office and recounted her escapades with my parents when they were in high school.
Minutes later, she dismissed me with directions to my class.
The building in the compound was enormous and beautiful, the laboratories were standard from what I could see through the windows, i was eager to explore and hopefully the teachers and students will be nice. Students walked around and i watched as i made my way up the stairs, taking in details, most of them had their blazers in hand and some wore theirs, i noticed the aura surrounding them was elegant.
I got to the class and stopped at the door, everyone stopped am they were doing and turned to me, i smiled walking into the class and settling in the back seat, i didn't mind that i had become the centre of attention, they whispered among themselves and some checking me out.
"Hi"
I looked up to see a guy standing in front of me, he should be about my age and height, "hey," I answered.
"You are the new guy. Joshua Clinton, right," That seems more like a statement than a question, i felt confused but i still replied him.
"Yes," he chuckled pulling the seat beside me and slouching down on it. "News travels fast here at castella besides everyone is talking about the hot cake lost asking for directions," he clearly explained. "Ohh, where are my manners? I am simisola bamidele. Hope you can pronounce that," he teased.
"Of course, i have been in nigeria for four years," i replied with a smirk, Simi and i seemed to hit off well, within minutes he had told me about himself, apart from being a student, he was a basketball player. He asked me a few questions which i answered, we had a lot of things in common and i knew we would be best of friends.
I suddenly had a feeling that someone was watching me, i looked up and my eyes locked with hers, the girl from the park earlier.
She stared at me expressionless, i decided to look friendly and let my lips curve up in a small smile but to my surprise, she eyed me, hissed and walked away. Wow, the situation i found myself wasn't funny but i decided to laugh, did i do something wrong? I didn't have time to think when a man i assumed to be the class teacher walked in and asked everyone to settle down.
"Alright, we have a new student in our midst. Can you please come and introduce yourself," the teacher who introduced himself as mr chuks announced, i stood up and looked around the class, everyone's attention was on me.
"I am joshua Clinton, pretty much you already know that. I am eighteen years old, a biracial who recently moved from abuja and i am glad to be here," i said, the slight murmurs among the students caught my attention.
"I have been an straight A student and i hope to continue here," I added getting an approving nod from Mr chuks, the class was filled with whispers, i felt cold all of a sudden when my eyes met the girl from earlier own, if looks could kill then i would have been buried six foot underneath the ground.
"Very good, this is what we need in this school," i heard mr chuks say, i sat back down and listened to the lecture.
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Soon class ended and it was time for break, tapping Simi on the shoulders before she could leave the class, i needed to find out about her.
"Who is she," i asked jerking my head in her direction.
"You mean Fatima?" He asked.
"You know her," i looked at him.
"Everybody knows her, she has been the best student since jss1. She is also the girl i intend to date," Simi patted my back and left the class, i turned to get my wallet.
"Hey," A voice said behind me, i turned around to see Fatima standing there looking at me with so much disdain, i tried to smile.
"Hi, Joshua Clinton.....," i stretched my hand for a handshake but she left it hanging, raising her hand curtly to stop me from talking.
"I don't care who you are or who you are trying to impress. I am the best student here and i don't play to hand that over," she told me sharply.
So this was what it was about.
"We can share, There is room for everybody," i smiled again.
"You don't seem to get it do you? I am the best, i always have and always will. No one has ever matched up to me and you wouldn't be the first. Get that in your skull, " she eyed me again. I smirked moving closer to her, looking her straight in the eyes, "Well, now it seems you have a competition fatima," she rolled her eyes.
Her eyes glaring daggers at me, "Fatima," we heard from the door and looked to see a beautiful girl standing in the door way looking surprised, it seemed she heard our little conversation. She stormed off, i didn't think it would be hard to like anyone here but fatima was an exception, a saying,
First impression lasts longer.