Chapter 1

The cold realization hit her. She was running in circles. Same scene, no change. It was the same Red creepy living room with White chairs and dark floor.

A hand caught her. Oh no. This cant be happening. She struggled to free herself from her captors iron grip but all went to no avail. Perspiration lined her temple as they ran down in wet beads. She screamed but the sound unheard. Her pleas seem to be stuck in her throat.

Helpless, she watched in horror as her captor tore her clothes to shreds,Malice and pure hate visible in his gaze.

"please let me go" she mouthed. Already drained of energy. But all she got was a hit, hot on her face. Tears fought for a free course but nothing was shed.

"I made you! I decide what do with you! I own this!" her captor bellowed angrily. Tearing off every bit of clothing covering  her body.

Hands tied and legs spread. She fought for her freedom. All was a total lost cause. At the moment, she felt the tip of the white candle graze her entrance.

"Now spread for me" her captor ordered, yanking her legs and exposing her. She felt the cold brush of air before a painful Penetration.

She screeched.

"Open this door!" a voice shouted. the bang was loud                   

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Chimdi jerked to the wake of reality.

Another victory, another nightmare. Her heart thudded, making it's way to her stomach.

The bang came again and she groaned,the nightmare was enough to cause her a migraine, not this.

Perspiration lurked her temple, dripping down her eyelids. Her bed sheet was wet from them.

The bang came again. Bazooka was at it again.

"House girls wake up and get started for the day. No slacking this session!" the angry matron thundered,banging on every door in the hostel.

Chimdi could hear grunts from other rooms, due to the thin walls demarcating her room from theirs.

She looked across to see a dozing Lara, totally unperturbed by the disturbance bazooka was causing. Her mouth slightly open, the night's drool ,dried on her chin.

Chimdi smiled, getting up from her bed, knowing fully well that the girl wasn't waking anytime soon,till she is shaken.

Jolting again when bazooka banged on the door one last time, She finally noticed the absence of her other roommate, Nene. Nene ever the early bird was up as usual. How she sneaks out without a sound still remains a mystery.

Tying her towel and stepping out of her warm room, Chimdi was hit by the morning harmattan, the cold was bone freezing.

She skedaddled to the bathroom, just to bump into bazooka with her ever protruding melon bosom and her signature nightie. A long skirt and probably her husband's t-shirt.

"Good morning ma." Chimdi greeted, trying to brush past the fat woman.

Who ever named her bazooka should be given an award.

The woman was seven times her size, with a head small enough to pass for a coconut.

Her backside alone was five times chimdi's size.

"Eheeh, my friend is this the time to wake up? You think this is your fancy mansion where you have maids to your beck and call?" the fat woman started her usual rant.

Why she despised Chimdi, nobody knew. She was the only staff at Pacesetters Academy who despised Chimdi.

Chimdi murmured a greeting trying to escape, but the woman couldn't have it.

"Listen, you Ajebutter pikins, if you cannot handle hostel life go home and stop wasting precious time. The school rule states that, you are to wake up by four to prepare, but here you are,with your towel gallivanting to the bathroom. In my days_" Chimdi was practically praying for the older woman to let her be. She tried her best to tune her out,but boy was her voice loud enough to  be heard from blocks away.

"And tell that edi abali to leave this hostel once it's six." Chimdi took that as her cue to leave when the woman walked out.

Praying Lara was already awake being that, she was the said 'edi Abali'

Chimdi made her way to the bathroom finally,without any interruption. The harmattan breeze forcing her teeth into a clattering contest and the dreadful part of it being that, she was going to bath a cold, no scratch that, a chilled water.

The queue to get hot water was longer than the Abuja-Kaduna rail track.

Why the School was tagged as an Elite school, was something Chimdi found hard to fathom. Yes, it had popular teen stars and Instagram sensations, Nice buildings ,adequate facilities and qualified teachers. It was like every other boarding school.

"Ten counts to leave your rooms! One, two..." the hostel prefect finally waking up to count, made Chimdi chuckle whilst shaking her head. But not until Bazooka banged on her bathroom door.

"You have 5 counts to leave here!"

And she hadn't poured water on her shaking body.

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T.J closed his eyes and focused on clearing his head. The harmattan air was cold enough to freeze a baby to death and he just had his bath. His body shook while he searched for his body lotion.

He was used to the cold winter nights and mornings of New york, to him they were constant. But this harmattan was crazy

Yesterday, it was a normal morning, now his teeth wants to break from jamming into each other.  He felt himself convulse and had it.

He emptied his toiletry bag and finally singled out the cursed lotion. Heaving a sigh, he sat on his bed.

"Kuna Dariya?"  T.J heard someone cuss. He turned, and came face to face with a light skinned boy with a fro high enough to be braided, except the back was trimmed low. Who he guessed was his other roommate.

The boy clad in the School's uniform, a grey trouser, white shirt with a maroon blazer glared daggers at him. But T.J ignored his hot gaze checking for a name tag, but could not find any.

"S'up man?" T.J said, getting up from the bed to grab his briefs.

"Don't tell me they added one more person after I told them not to." The boy spoke more to himself, but T.J replied anyway.

"Why don't you go ask them your self. I'm T.J though. Elo went to the bathroom." T.J said, already clad on his trousers.

"Wait. You are the guy Elo has been talking about?"the boy asked,  scowl still on his face.

"The one and only." T.J could feel the guy's gaze harden.

Elo chose that moment to run in.

"Jesus, If not for Mad Max,  I for no go school." the slender black boy cussed. He too was shaking violently, until he noticed additional presence.

"Jiki, guy you made it." Elo flashed his signature grin, the tall boy rolled his eyes.

"Na you send them bring this gee here bah?" Jiki asked, still seething with anger.

"Ogbeni, calm down. This na my gee, Popsy arrange am. He doesn't know anybody around, please be nice." Elo said cheerfully, shining his dentals causing another eye roll from Jiki.

"Like I care." the tall boy deadpanned before walking to his bed.

"Guys, do you realize that I'm here?" T.J who has been trying to figure out where the conversation was heading asked.

But it only got a hiss from Jiki who flipped them, before making his way to the door.

"Guy your father!" Elo cussed whilst laughing.

"Je gidan wuta! " Jiki cussed back. Banging the door hard.

"What's his problem though?" asked a bemused T.J. He couldn't tell why the boy despised him at first glance.

"Man, leave him. He gets like that beginning of every session" Elo laughed, tripping on his socks.

"Mens waaah!!!" A voice shouted and all T.J heard was an uproar. Elo dragged his friend reaching for the door.

Here, I introduced the second lead character. Hope no one is confused?

Glossary

"Ajebutter pikins" rich kids(gen)

"edi abali" one who sleeps like a log of wood.(igbo)

"Kuna Dariya?" Are you kidding me?(Hausa)

"Ogbeni,"(mister)

"je gidan wuta" Go to hell(hausa)

"Mens waaah!!!" Guys Run!!!(igbo)