Days At D.C.A

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It was a fine Tuesday morning. Mock exams were being rounded up, together with second term examination which had just begun. Easter break was a week away.

"You're going to be fine" Ifechi assured, Damien looked rather uncertain.

"I dunno, I mean I've studied, I read what you told me to read but....but what if they set what I didn't read?" He rambled.

Ifechi let out a sigh. "Damien, you're working yourself up for no reason, just do what I told you, try to understand every question before you solve, attempt the easy ones first. Calm down and breath if a question looks too difficult, it probably isn't."

After a while of motivating him, Ifechi retired to her class just as the invigilator was arranging the question papers.

She hurried to an empty seat in the middle row. As usual, they'd switched some of her classmates to another class for their exams, she wondered why she always got lucky to always remain in hers.

She and P.G.

She tried her best not to look at him, but she could sense his gaze on her, he was just two rows behind and she caught a glimpse of him watching her while she bent to sit.

Joorh nau...

Damien on the other hand was fidgeting on his seat, rubbing his palms nervously. Perhaps it was because Ifechi briefly held them when she was encouraging him, or it was because he was about to face one of this greatest enemies.

"Guy this one you no dey smile, wetin do na" it was Chike, one of his classmates. Chike was that type of guy that tried to fit into the big crowd, he mingled with the cool boys and girls in their set, while ignoring those that were less popular. Damien was aware that he always wanted to be in their gang, and most especially, be his friend. But he wasn't interested, guys like that were friends with people because of what they hoped to get.

Damien hissed lowly. "Omo you no go understand..."

"Na the maths wey we wan write wey dey worry you? No worries na I gat you...norms...or Abi na babe..." The dark skinned boy peered at him suggestively, lowering his voice as the invigilator approached their seat. Damien's lack of response made him probe further.

"...you know say, I see you with that Ifechi girl wey Sabi book." He teased.

Choosing to ignore him, Damien relaxed on his seat and let out a heavy sigh, grateful when the invigilator dropped a question paper on his desk.

"This one you no answer me...sorry o, na joke.." Chike said dryly before facing his work.

Damien let out a heavy sigh.

"Here we go again"

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"What are your choices?" Amanda said filing her nails. Ifechi had filled her in on the recent development about her higher education. Amanda seemed very excited for her, even more excited than she herself, so excited that she decided to schedule a WhatsApp call just to discuss the detail.

Ifechi stared intently at the ceiling before returning her eyes to the screen. "I'm thinking MIT or Harvard"

"Only?"

Ifechi raised a brow. "What happened?"

Her sister gave a dramatic halt, looking up from her nail file, she fixed an incredulous gaze at her younger sister, Ifechi could make out a dissaproving look from her blurry but pretty face.