"Ki ni gbogbo nonsense yė!" Idara's sophisticated mom shouted at the fat annoying rapacious housemistress. "How would you let another student enter with three shoes, six sandals, and three slippers; and my daughter can't enter with two of each?" she continued. "Ëtan ara nyin. Mtchew. She would enter with hers, and you won't stop her." She turned to Idara, who was already feeling her mom. "Take it and enter." Idara didn't waste a sec, she grabbed her shoe bag and walked in with high shoulders as her mom walked out of the hostel.

Wow! I wish my mother could stand for me like that. But, all she knows how to do is add salt to injury.

I kept on a plastic smile, as I spontaneously pulled my bag to the housemistress ldara's mom taught a lesson. I hoped she learnt her lesson. She didn't bother to give my bag a thorough search. The perfectionist I called my parents, had made a name for themselves. I hurriedly pulled my bag to the hostel reception and walked out back to bid my parents off. When I got out, they were both talking to that gormandize I called housemistress. They handed her some money, and her smile grew so wide I was scared her mouth was going to reap apart. Mtchew, beggi beggi. They both turned to me and smiled. Evil people. People still thought I was Esse, 'the introvert' but I was no longer that girl. Only my friends knew I was Esse the wattpad freak, who talks a lot.

I walked them out of the hostel gate, to the hostel parking lot. "Be a good girl," my mother said, waving me off. My Father didn't bother himself, he drove off. Mtchew, typical.

I walked through the thick large black gate with my first genuine smile, since I arrived. The gormandize smiled at me, I walked in like I didn't see her. Mtchew, she should come and beat me nah, I'll report her fat ynash. I picked up my super heavy brown box and started trolling it through the cream corridor.

When I got to the end of the corridor, I pushed the door to the SSS3 girls' hostel and walked in. The girls were seated in groups, talking in low tones, gossiping. Their forte. I smiled immediately I sighted my friends, at our usual spot; our corner. I trolled my box to the front of my bed, and 'I know he's cute' was what welcomed me. They were talking about boys again. "Who's that?" I quickly asked so I could join the conversation. I like amebo ehn. But, who doesn't?

Their heads snapped to my direction. "Woo! Bae of life!" Dammy shouted as she jumped off my bed, to hug me. I hugged her slim body tightly. I missed her, I missed them both.

"Fish. When did you arrive?" Amarachi asked in her usual cocky tone, as Dammy took her seat beside her.

I smiled. "Now, but you guys didn't notice because of the cute guy you were talking about," I said, smirking as I took my seat opposite them, on Amarachi's bed. "So who's this guy?"

Dammy wanted to talk, but Amarachi was faster. "You've read Daniella right?" she asked, Dammy pouted.

I looked at both of them with furrowed brows. "Yes? By Daniel_lexy right? That book that he used to jazz almost all Nigerians on Wattpad?"

They both eagerly nodded. "We saw his Instagram pic, he's so cute..." Dammy replied me, excitedly as she clapped her hands together and looked up dreamily.

He ain't that cute.

I huffed. "Cute my ynash. He's just there jhoor, I've seen his IG too," I replied with a smirk.

It was like I reaped their hearts out. They looked at me with super wide eyes. "I won't blame you, you don't have eyes. That guy is so cute, and he has a super attractive smile," Amarachi argued.

I smirked and replied with my annoying smile. "He is not cute, and that I'm sure of. He isn't even half cute, he's just there." They both huffed. "But have you seen frostyella? She's pretty to me."

"I concur," Dammy said with her right hands up.

"Concur ko, concur ni. The only cute person I know on wattpad is Daniel," Amarachi said as she looked away. She likes boys too much ehn.

Dammy and I started laughing hard. "Why won't it be him? You too like boys," I said in between my laughter. "We're supposed to be talking about the book, not the boy."

"Whatever, but I'd totally date him."

"I concur," Dammy concurred again.

"Your own is to be concurring. Mtchew. Abegi...date ko, date ni. I'd date him if he has money oh," I said in my usual 'I love money' tone, wiggling my brows.

Amarachi was about to reply when, 'All your problems, I know say solution nah ego!' came from somewhere within the hostel, making three of us snap our heads to the direction of the noise. I knew it was Ebun, she was eavesdropping again. She looked at three of us and smiled, displaying her neatly arranged almost white teeth. I smirked at her and looked away. "I hate that girl," I reminded the girls.

"I see no reason to hate her," Amarachi said as she shrugged.

I rolled my eyes. "Abegi, there are plenty of things to do. Come let us go and arrange my cupboard." I changed the topic, stood up and left. I trolled my box in the direction of the cupboards, which were neatly arranged at the end of the hostel. My cupboard was the last on the fifth row and third column. I opened my box down. Instead of them to arrange, they started choosing what and what they wanted. Girls...Choi!

"Mrs. Adigun said you all should come for dinner now oh! She said it's now or never!" Victoria 'the teachers' girl', shouted. Dammy and Amarachi rolled their coffee brown eyes, they hated Victoria.

I sighed.

I'm back to this same old school, same old routine, with the same old annoying staffs. I'm back to this dry school, nothing is going to change.

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Ëtan ara nyin: You're deceiving yourself

Ki ni gbogbo nonsense yė: What's the meaning of all that nonsense.

All your problems I know say solution nah ego: All your problems, I know the solution is money.