The Final Year (vol 1)

The Trip

Students chatted excitedly around us as we joined the group of pumped, happy, laughing students. We were all wearing our individual mufti.

Tomi was wearing a dark skinny jeans with her grey shirt, her hair was loose, just like mine. I wore a deep blue jeans with my Selena Gomez's merchandise shirt.

Revival.... Was written boldly on the shirt with her picture. Men i love that chick.

We were both wearing our black ballerina flats as we waited patiently inside the hall for the principal's address. Our bags outside.

"It seems almost every one is going for this excursion" Femi mumbled.

I stare at him, he turns his chin to a particular direction urging me to look.

I look at the area in the hall and was surprised to see all the Elites were present. They were also wearing their mufti like us.

They sat, secluded from other students like always.

"They are going?" Tomi shrugs seating beside Femi.

"It looks like it" Tomi said, going through her tablet.

"You look good" Femi praised me while i only raised an eyebrow "not that you don't always look good... But of you look nice and refreshing"

I can hear Tomi silent giggles while i rolled my eyes. He does not look bad either. He was in his jeans, a pair of sneakers and a flannel shirt.

The principal came over giving us his address, urging us to be of good conduct and our behavior should portray and exhibit the school in a good light.

Walking alone is not allowed, go in groups, listen to instructions from instructors, no immoral dressing and no sneaking around in the middle of the night.

There was a grumble among the students at the two last statements but he simply ignored them. He left the other instructions with the teachers accompanying us, wishing us a safe trip he stepped down leaving the instructors to take over.

"Good morning students"  the students mumbled words of reply as our P.E teacher glared.

Please don't tell me he is one of our instructors.

"Good morning students!" He bellowed as the students turned silent at his voice as if realizing who was speaking to them.

"Good morning sir"

There was silence after our reply to his greeting as his eyes sized everyone up.

"Very well then... There are thirty six students going for this trip, four instructors with the driver. You going to be divided into three groups, this will be done once we get to our destination and remember, listen and obey instructions. Now move it!"

I cringed as he blew his damn whistle, for goodness sake we are not in military booth camp.

I followed my friends as students trooped out of the hall, taking their bags along with them to the huge school bus.

The programme is an educational excursion for the whole Ss 3 and we are going batch by batch. A group left on Monday to return next week Monday. Our batch of thirty six students is leaving today which was Thursday to comeback next week Thursday.

We form a queue of two lines at the entrance of the bus as Corper Ubong, yes you heard me Corper Ubong ticks of our name on a sheet of paper before entering. He is one of the instructors.

Weird right?

I ignore his stare on me as he ticks off my name. That dude is creepy, extremely creepy.