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2020-10-12 19:32:12Wren's POV.
I am nervous - is an understatement of how I feel this morning, my parents and I just moved to Cronasia last week to start a new life, and I am to begin school today atthe famous Fionna High.
To begin with, I am in grade 12, which is a very absurd class to be a begginer. If not for my parents connection and me passing the cut off mark in the entrance exam, the principal would have placed me in grade 11.
After dressing up ,eating breakfast and saying a lot of prayers for me to at least live through today without having a heart attack, I left for school.
Fionna High was just how I was told it will be, mighty school structures, really comfortable environment and all that, after asking for the way to the administrative block from a student that looked at me with an expression I couldn't comprehend, I had to offer another round of heart felt prayers for today to be ok.
But it's like my prayers were not answered, because the woman at the block also looked at me the same way when I asked for my schedule, then I was like what is their problem, am I the first person to switch school in grade 12?... though the latter part was in my mind.
Walking through the corridors, trying to find my way to the Economics classroom, I received more questionable glances, some were even whispering among themselves, I had to find the nearest restroom to find out what was wrong with my dressing.
It was then I saw the answer to my predicament right there on a notice board, I saw a girl who looked just like me, it read -' most outstanding student of Fionna High, Miss Bemon Havanna' I couldn't help but stare at the picture myself, whoever Bemon is, I hoped to meet her one day.
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Finally, I found the Economics room, on getting inside, I met a very creepy looking woman who I immediately acknowledged to be the teacher, then the whole class was looking at me.
Miss Havanna, can you tell the class the reason why you are late to school today? The creepy teacher asked me.
Well I totally understood her this time because even I think I might be Bemon not Wren.Uhm sorry, am not Havanna, am Wren... Wren Davies and I am late because it is my first day and I had a problem finding the Economics classroom ma, I replied.
The woman then looked at me with the same face everyone had been looking at me since morning, I could feel her pain.
Ok well, welcome to my class, I am Mrs Smith... make yourself comfortable,sit beside bemon over there...
Then I looked up and saw her looking at me, seeing her in reality, I couldn't help but stare for a little while before catching myself, she looked exactly like me, I mean exactly.
Thank you Mrs Smith, I said to the teacher and made my way admist stares to the seat... Hi am Wren, you must be bemon.
She responded by staring at me, I know right, I felt the same way when I saw your picture on the notice board, I couldn't believe it too. I told her.
Yeah, I heard we had a new student and she looks like me, but what I am seeing is me, she responded.
Ladies save your discussion for another day and focus on production ok? The creepy teacher said.
Yes Mrs Smith...we chorused.
THIRD AUTHOR'S NOTE:Dear Reader,
I hope you are good, because I am!
With love,
Royal tiwa.
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