After all i composed myself.I never knew Edga before and i was comfortable.i tried consoling my self.
I sat on my normal position just close to the lecturers desk.the place looked very strange today.
The lecturer came in and started his professional jargon that only him and the white board understood.
"Peninah!where are you thinking?"i was startled.it was the lecturer."am sorry sir am not feeling well"i defended myself as the rest of the class roared with laughter.
Soon the lesson came to an end and i rushed to my room.it was my only source of comfort.i threw myself on the sofa and started sobbing.i didnt understand why i was sobbing.
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