Days At D.C.A

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Ifechi wasn't used to changing schools. Throughout her life, she had switched schools just once and that was in primary and only because they moved from their previous house and now, her memories of how she had coped with the new environment were almost inexistent that she didn't know how to feel about the new environment.

Having been a boarder in an all girl's secondary school since her jss1, she was used to the stress of of an all girl's boarding school. The numerous female drama, junior and senior student wahala and just the entire culture of living with about two thousand other girls for 5 years had rubbed off on her. She had gotten used to waking up at 4am, dressing her bed in the compulsory white bedsheet and dorm color bed-end and fetching at least 6 buckets of water every day for both herself, and the two seniors or 'school mothers' that she had to serve.

She had also gotten used to being walked on and bullied by senior students who thought they had arrived because they were classes above and staying quiet because it was an unseen tradition to do so in hope that you would also get your revenge on the junior students during your senior years, a tradition she never really understood and one she definitely didn't conform to.

She was somewhat glad to leave what she called a 'hell hole' and the life in it and move forward, only that her excitement would have been much more if only this change had come about 3 to 4 years ago.

Her new school was beautiful though, it was quite big for a private secondary school, with buildings painted yellow and blue. The only thing that made it not to look like a police station were the streaks of white writing "D.C.A" on each of the walls. Few students also roamed the premises in their white shirt and yellow and blue checked skirts. Very few wore the school's blazer which was a blue and yellow striped jacket. Although, she liked their uniform, she still preferred the white and blue of her previous school.

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"Good morning ma'am, how may I help you?" A young fair woman greeted Ifechi and her mother when they stepped into a one story building labelled as 'ADMIN'. It was the only one storey building within the vicinity.

"Good morning dear, please I'm here to see Mr Powers, the principal" her mom replied

Principal Powers see name na Ifechi thought to herself stiffling a chuckle.

"Ok, please what is your name ma?"

"Mrs Okereke, just tell him Mr Okigbae sent us"

"Ok, please have a seat while I ring his secretary" The receptionist said motioning to the black couch by the side of the wall.

"Alright, thank you" Ifechi's mother said smiling clearly pleased at the respectfulness of the administrative clerk

'Well it's a reputable school, their staff may as well be good' she thought while letting herself sink into the soft leather with her daughter taking the spot besides her, the reception was very quiet as they were the only ones there, infact, it was as if the entire office was empty but considering the fact that it was the first day of the session, it wasn't surprising.

They both admired the interior of the reception, the walls were painted white and there was a mini chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Black cushions were placed at both sides of the room with a small polished wooden table in the middle. Ifechi looked at the medium sized picture frames with some aged faces on it and their labels. She assumed them to be past principals or at least some important members of the school administration.

The other pictures didn't need labelling. The embroidered sashes along with the respective crowns that adorned the heads of the teenage boys and girls told Ifechi it was pictures of the past or present parade winners of the school. One was a beautiful slim ,dark skinned girl wearing a green and white floral dress. To her left was a tall, fair boy dressed in a white tuxedo with green tie, the sashes across their bellies read "Mr and Miss independence respectively" . There were also a Mr and miss commonwealth, miss cultural week and the glorious 'Mr and Miss D'Champions' which was obviously the most honourable title given how big the crown and picture was compared to the others.