✨ Poshville High ✨
?She Is Perfect ?
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Written by Authoress Angel
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?Do not copy and repost ?
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Episode 6
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Diana POV
Location: Dorm Room
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I inhaled the sweet cologne for the upteenth time.
That boy really has a sweet scent.
Who the h*ll is he??
I heard the room door open and quickly hid the face towel un-der my pillow as Denise walked in.
“Hey D!” She hailed.
“Welcome back Denise. How many more guys did you trouble today? ” I teased and she pursed her li-ps cutely.
” I ain’t no troubler Diana” She whinned opening the mini-fridge taking out the pint of ice-cream and scooped into a trashable cu-p as my mind wandered back to the incident earlier.
I smiled absently as I recalled how he smiled at me… Gosh!
His dimples is heaven’s made.
“Are there beautiful boys in this school?” I blurted out and Denise gasped turning to look at me.
“So many Diana… so many. There’s Mason…”
“Yeah yeah… He would surely be number one” I teased and she turned pink.
” Quit it Diana” She giggled embarra-ssed and I shook my head.
“You were saying?…” I asked and she nodded.
“There is Nathan, Carl, Ben… so many guys. But one… he is sooo dreamy and super cute. I swear he looks so yummy that I could get weak in the knees if he kis-ses me. I mean who wouldn’t” She filled in and let out an excited shriek.
Nahh… Am certain she doesn’t know him….
“Did you bump into any hottie?” She quried with beady eyes and I rolled my eyeballs flopping back on the bed and Denise whinned sadly before going to attend to her melting ice-cream.
I think I am crushing badly.
Psst… No way!
Am no crusher… so long I do not cross paths with that cute smoking hot, se-xy thing…. I’ll be just fine.
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Dinner Time
Location; Dinning Hall
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Diana POV
I scanned throu-ghthe boys from the second to fourth table but couldn’t find that hot dude.
There is no way he could be at the first table cause he so doesn’t appear rude and proud like rich boys are.
He must be a senior after all.
I sighed and continued eating from my plate.
I began to hear low squeals while some crazy girls acted so flimzy and ended up becoming a choking mess.
Ha!
As usual, I am way too hungry and upset to keep staring and blus-hing over boys that would not glance my way.
The first cla-ss students are so full of themselves…. Case closed!
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Location: Mexico
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Mrs Arlo POV
I sighed sitting down caressing Silvia’s hair while she ate.
I faced my husband who ate his meal slowly.
“Do you think our baby is totally fine in that strange land?” I asked worriedly and he dropped his fork and wiped his li-ps.
“Trust me sweetheart, our baby is totally fine there. Besides your best friend is there with her so relax” He a-ssured and I sighed softly.
” It’s just that am worried and I miss her so much” I mumbled.
I never knew it would be so ha-rd staying away from my baby for so long.
I miss her..
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Location: USA.
Monday
7am…
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Diana POV
I had a huge smile on as I posed before the mirror checking myself out.
The uniform suited me ‘purrfectly’!
Gosh!
I had let my long coffee brown hair loose and fixed a pink hair cli-p at the right side of my full hair.
I scanned throu-ghmy earrings and settled for a silver colored ball earring and a ne-cklace having a ‘D’ pendant specially bought for me by my darling Mother.
Picking up my new pink glittery bagpack, I did a little sway which got the girls cheering.
“Diana would definitely make jaws drop today” Delia said and I giggled with us making an exit.
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The cla-ss room blocks was something one can never ever describe but each had five floors with stairs and elevators.
According to the paper in my hand right now which was given to me by Aunt Kyra, it stated that I should head for the 12th cla-ssroom building and retrieve my student timetable which I am up to right now.
The entire grade 11 occu-pies the 12th block and few more.
The first floor was the locker area… and I am to search for locker 1048 which is mine.
It already had my biometric sto-red in it.
All I had to do was open it.
I came across a map at the notice board at the locker area and glanced throu-ghit.
I was stunned to know that there were private cla-sses at the very last floor and fourth floor.
The locker hallway was packed with students of different faces.
I finally got to my locker and gained access to it throu-ghmy finger print.
All my writing materials were in it already.
I took out a folded paper I saw and opened it.
Well.. it turned out to be my personal timetable.
I had eighteen subjects in all to attend every week and six everyday.
Well… high school deal.
Scanning throu-ghthe timetable with limited time, I noticed that I had Maths as a very good welcome.
Note the sarcasm…
I exhaled shutting my locker after taking out my needed Maths items before heading to the elevator admist strange faces.
I rode with a chubby girl who was a redhead and pretty cute.
Well… She is pretty but I am in no mood to make a friend like WTF!?
Maths! Of all subjects!
Urgh!
Maths cla-ss was located at the third floor and cla-ss 4.
I got out of the elevator and headed for the cla-ss.
Upon my arrival.. I was left awestruck.
The cla-ss was super amazing and very spacious, had a great view from every angle.
It had a projector, high enough to meet every eye and numerous educative posters was at the cla-ss notice board.
Every student had a desk and chair to themselves all of red color and a teacher desk and chair opposite the cla-ss.
The air con present was totally awesome.
This school really follows it’s name… Poshville High….
I eye scanned the seats and opted for a desk at the middle of the cla-ss.
Next to me was a redhead girl totally different and way beautiful compared to the one back at the elevator.
She was not slim neither was she fat, just between and her pretty red hair reached her middle back supporting her pretty hazel eyes from my notice.
“Hey!”. I snapped my head to my side and the redhead waved at me.
“Oh! Hi..” I waved back.
“Am Abigail. Welcome to Poshville High” She said and I furrowed my brows amused.
“How on earth did you know I am new?” I asked awed and she chuckled.
” Dinning hall, special meal… “She replied with a shrug.
“Wow!” I muttered.
She has noticed me before now.
“Got a name?” She teased after my long silence and I smiled.
“Diana Arlo, but am Diana by name” I replied and she beamed.
“Awwn… Pretty name for a pretty face” She cooed and I turned pink.
” You are beginning to sound like a boy” I giggled and she laughed softly.
” Yeah right.. “.
” First tip… do not let those senior girls reduce your self esteem nor the rich bullies” She advised with a wink.
Wow!
✨ Poshville High ✨
?She Is Perfect ?
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Written by Authoress Angel
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?Do not copy and repost ?
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Episode 7
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❤️ Diana POV ❤️
I got to know throu-ghAbigail that Maths cla-ss and English are general cla-sses that is why they are the biggest of all.
During our little chat about the school with my view so far, a well fit blondie prolly in her late 40’s with a medicated gla-sses at the bridge of her nose walked into the cla-ss as everyone got seated.
“Who is she?” I whispered to Abigail.
“I heard from the seniors that she is a Maths teacher, our Maths teacher”She replied.
Wow ?!
” Good morning lovelies! “She greeted sweetly which took me by surprise.
Maths teachers are known to be ugly, strict and totally scary especially in Mexico hence my surprise.
“Am Mrs. Davies but I go by the name teacher Flora. Any questions? “She introduced and a hand went up.
” Are you single? “The boy asked teasingly and I swear I saw the teacher blus-h stylishly adjusting her gla-sses.
“Don’t be silly, pumpkin”
“Now you all know my name, I would like to also get to know yours and please, make it snappy as we have a lot to discuss” She said and for few minutes, we introduced ourselves.
“You all have got nice names but when answering my questions, kindly include your name” She said.
” Now get out your exercise book for Maths and take down this scheme of work. “She ordered as we complied.
” It would enable you to study ahead” She added and began writing on the white marker board.
I found Maths cla-ss fun until she gave us an exercise to work on till our next cla-ss before she made an exit.
“Do students in the private cla-ss get a-ssignments like this? Cause I am so curious” I quried and Abigail chuckled.
” Yeah. They are no different. Back then, anyone could attend a private cla-ss depending on your score but the total number of students per cla-ss do not exceed fifty” She began..
Woah!
” Normal students often attend private cla-sses until the arrogant rich kids bullied the so-not-rich kids making their time in private cla-ss horrible till the students left it for us” Abigail filled in with an upset look.
” Hold on.. us? ” I asked with crea-sed brows.
Everyone raced back to their seats and I noticed a lady all plumpy standing before the cla-ss.
Her makeover was a complete disaster!
And her br**st and b-utt was so full and jiggly.
Her li-ps were red from her excessive makeover.
“That’s Miss. Humpkin, our history teacher, grade 11 history teacher” Abigail notified.
Oh no!
” Ion need to make myself known to you all so let’s get to business.” The lady finally addressed.
” Pretty rude”I muttered.
“If you have got no writing material relating to History with you, kindly use the door” She arrogantly added and it dawned on me that I had not gotten my History items.
Second thing to note; Never talk away time when you have a cla-ss coming up, go get ready…
I sadly got off my seat, I and a boy.
“You didn’t come along with your history items?” Abigail asked sounding surprised and I nodded picking up my bag then headed out.
“Hey! Hold on Ms. Hot legs, why on earth are you not with your text? “Miss. Humpkin demanded.
” Me? “I asked uncertainly.
” No darling, my ancestors. I can see you are a newbie and way too slow for my liking. Such a beauty for waste. Tell me something, when did the last cold war happen huh? “She asked, ready to humiliate me and entertain the entire cla-ss.
“1989 and 1990” I began staring at her in the eyes with great detest already.
“… The Berlin Wall came down and the borders opened and free elections ousted communist regimes alover eastern Europe. In case you do not know what it means to be ousted, I would tell ya. It means to be for-ced out of a job or position of power especially in other to take the person’s place. Thank you” I completed totally satisfied and leaving the cla-ss and teacher obviously stunned.
With a dramatic spin, I made an exit into the quiet hallway.
I slowly headed for the stairs while trying to calm myself.
For goodness sake!
She insulted me!
Ugh!
I sat at the stairs letting out a sigh and glanced my watch.
I still had an entire thirty minutes to stay outside thanks to that lady.
I opened my bag pack taking out my headphone as I pulled it on and began to listen to my favorite track by Taylor Swift; Fifteen.
I kept the track on repeat mentally singing after it.
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I felt rushing feets and two studs rushed past me.
I took off my headphone glancing around to see the students are already out of their cla-ssrooms.
I took a glance at my watch and was stunned at how fast the time had gone by.
Checking out my timetable, I found out it was time for short recess.
Phew! ?
I headed for the elevator taking a ride down to the first floor, straight to my locker as I took out the items I would need for English and Calculus!
One subject I detest… Calculus.. ?
“Diana!”. I closed my locker and turned to see Abigail approaching me.
” Diana.. am sorry for the cla-ss incident” Abigail apologized and I scoffed.
” As if anyone could help even if they want to. Am fine” I replied with an eyeroll.
” But you seriously do have a lot of things to tell me Abigail” I added and she smiled.
” Let’s head out of the building. There are few benches around to sit” Abigail said and we made an exit.
Once out of the building, we found a white bench close to the entrance which we occu-pied.
“So.. tell me” I urged and she smiled.
“Well.. there is really nothing much to say. Am just from a luckily wealthy home as my Father owns so many estates and factories, perfume and dye factory, while my Mother owns over ten malls in this country”Abigail filled in.
” Wow! That’s ma-ssive! Are you a normal red head?” I asked.
“Yes. Got it from my great-grand Mother. From my Mother’s side to be precise” Abigail replied.
” Awwn.. suits you well. Let me guess, you got your hazel eyes from your Dad [?]” I said grinning.
” My gosh! How on earth did you figure out that?” She exclaimed and we laughed.
” Well.. am Abigail Dan , aged 18 and totally sociable” She grinned.
“We could be friends”She added and I nodded.
” Totally”I chuckled and we laughed.
Tbc