AllStars Foundation College isn't just a school. It's an empire of elite education nestled in the heart of Lagos 🇳🇬.
Tall electric gates guarded 24/7 🛡️ welcome convoys of Range Rovers, G-Wagons, and tinted sedans 🚘💨.
The buildings stand sleek and modern with glass panels, gold trimmings, and white marbled walls that glisten under the Lagos sun 🌞🏛️. Inside, classrooms are fully air-conditioned ❄️, furnished with smart boards, personal lockers, and touch-screen desks 💻📚.
The campus boasts an Olympic-size swimming pool 🏊🏽♀️, a rooftop senior lounge 🌆, a tech-stacked digital library 📖, and even a students-only mini-mall 🛍️. Palm trees 🌴 line the paved walkways between buildings, giving it that tropical luxury vibe.
The cafeteria is a 5-star restaurant-style zone 🍽️ with digital menus, smoothie bars, and Afro-American meals, all proudly sponsored by Araoluwa's mom's luxury restaurant brand 🥘👩🏽🍳.
Surveillance is tight 🎥. Staff wear smart ID tags like they work in Silicon Valley 🪪. There's even a helipad 🚁 that's rarely used unless a senator's child forgets their iPad 😂📱.
AllStars isn't just a school. It's a lifestyle 💼👑.
As Araoluwa stepped out of her mom's black Range Rover Velar, dripping elegance 🧥👠, her mom gave her the usual reminder.
"Ara, be careful. You're a prefect now 💃🏾. Don't be doing anyhow. People are watching you, you're an ambassador, shogbo?" 👀💬
"Yes, ma," Ara replied, already bracing for more 🙄.
"Your new phone is in my room 📲, password 9291. Just the phone, no gold should go missing o. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon,take care of yourself with Mama Bode at home, Greet Principal Lawrence for me also. Bye-bye."
Ara laughed lightly 😅, waved 👋🏽, and dashed off toward the assembly gate 🏃🏽♀️📚.
"Here comes our late baddie," Big Dave announced with a smirk 😏.
Balogun David, also known as Big Dave 🧥👑, the Senior Prefect of AllStars. Son of a senator from Ogun State 🏛️ and the school's principal. Responsible, charismatic, and chatty when he wants to be.
Power. Brains. Swagger. All in one soul 🔥.
"Oh please, what are you now, the gatekeeper? I'm just six minutes late," Ara said with her classic I-don't-care baddie grin 😌💅🏾.
"Six minutes is too late, Madam Female Labor Prefect," he replied. "You're supposed to be the first on duty with Oscar. These soft-girl vibes won't help you. It's the first day!" 🤨🕒
"I'm sorry, Dave... I'll do better. Still adjusting." 🥺🙏🏾
"Drop your bag and meet us at the gate." He walked off, manning his post like a prince on duty 🕶️.
Ara sighed, dropped her Dior bag 🎒, fixed her collar, and strutted to the gate, ready to begin her first official prefect duty 👣👮🏽♀️.
"Hi," Oscar, the Lead Labor Prefect, greeted.
Ara didn't respond, just gave a soft scoff. She wasn't the talky type.
Oscar ignored the attitude and continued, "Here's what we'll do. You'll lead the girls inside, but first inspect their bags."
"Is it really necessary?" she asked, folding her arms. "If so, I should be the first person punished." Her tone was calm, but her eyes said she didn't care.
Oscar sighed deeply. "Only God knows how you were elected Labor Prefect. Just shut your mouth and lead the girls in." His voice carried a hint of irritation; she had clearly tested his patience.
Ara gave a surprised scoff and walked off toward the inspection point.
There, she started inspecting students' bags, reluctantly but with that same quiet confidence that made Araoluwa, AraBaddie 👑.