Dear Diary,
Today, history was made. I, Veronica Chizoba Nwosu of Surulere, officially entered Mallhills College Boarding School. And let me tell you the truth: this place is not ordinary.
The first thing I saw was the hostel matron standing by the gate, frowning like all of us children had offended her in a past life. She kept shouting, "Parents, drop your children and leave quickly! No crowding!" Meanwhile, my mother was still arranging my provisions as if she wanted to live with me in the hostel.
Then the seniors appeared. Tall girls with big chests and shiny lip gloss, moving around like soldiers. One of them eyed my carton of cabin biscuits and whispered to her friend, "Fresh fish don land." Diary, my heart sank. I am the fresh fish.
When I finally dragged my box into Room 12, I discovered my new life. Four girls in one small room. Imagine the heat!
First, there's Amaka. The moment I entered, she was already eating gala. She smiled at me with crumbs on her lips and said, "Hi, I'm Amaka. You can share my snacks, no wahala." Just like that.
Then there's Bisi. She looked me up and down and hissed, She arranged her box like she owned the room and told me to keep my things "neat like a civilized person." Can you imagine? We just met! Still.
The third girl is Hauwa. She barely said a word. She just nodded politely and continued arranging her wrapper. Very quiet, very calm.
And then, of course, there's me Veronica. Fresh fish number one. Corner bed, under a fan that doesn't even work.
Inside the hostel was another wahala. Beds everywhere, suitcases scattered, girls crying because their parents were leaving. One girl was even rolling on the floor, shouting, "Mummy don't leave me!" I almost joined her, but then my father gave me one serious look that said, "Veronica, don't try nonsense here."
The worst part? When the school bell rang for evening assembly, I nearly jumped out of my skin. It sounded like war siren. That's when it hit me: this is not home anymore. No mummy to shout at my brothers. No TV in the parlor. Just me, this hostel, three strangers in my room, and you, dear Diary.
So here begins my life as a boarder. I don't know if I will survive, but at least you will know the story.
Signed,
Veronica
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