"This was definitely not what I expected", Veronica said in her mind as the house mistress showed her to her room. The room was not in anyway what she dreamt it would look like. The bunk beds were very small with no ladders for climbing. The shoe rack would have been better off it never existed. The mosquito nets were torn and old...

The room was very big with rows of bunk beds lining up. She glanced at the paper the head mistress had given her to check for the location of her bed. "Down bunk, number 11", she said as she spotted the bed.

The girls that were in the room looked at her strangely because she was a new girl. " That bed is already taken", a girl from the corner said to veronica who had already put her school bag on the bed. "But the headmistress said its my bed", Veronica said naively and then handed the paper to the girl to see..

The girl looked at the paper then laughed and immediately other girls in the room laughed with her. " Babe, Your in secondary school not Kindergarten. That paper is useless", the girl said handing the paper over to Veronica.

"Which group do you belong to?", another girl asked. Veronica wondered what she was talking about. " Which group?", she asked again. "I have no group.", Veronica said. " Then you belong to the smelling chaff room", the girl said looking at Veronica with grave pity.

In Government Girls College, to survive as a normal person you had to be in a particular group and your group must be cool, that means you have to be themed worthy (cool enough) to enter the group. Girls that were group less were often made fun off. Their lives were practically miserable.

"My name is Daphne.", a girl said coming close to her. " I am the leader of the Mali group and we are basically rich girls. We are 18 in number. My father is the personal assistant to the President.", Daphne continued.

"Can I join your group?", Veronica asked. " You don't look rich so.. No!! You can't. But you could stay in our room till tomorrow because we are that kind", Daphne said then left the room with her fellow group members.

Veronica felt so bad. When they left the room, she settled for one down bunk bed that was not in use. "I won't leave the room for a smelling room. They can do whatever they like but Rony baby is here to stay.

Three days had past and Veronica was still in the room. Daphne and the other roommates had given her several warnings to leave the room but she was bent on staying.

They had tried by throwing her chop box in the court angle. She quietly carried the Chop box back to the room. They also tried by hiding her mattress, she did not even ask them for it.. She simply swept the floor and used her wrapper to lie on the floor. She was very careful to lock her things so that nobody would steal anything that was important.

She came back bathing in the bathroom, her bucket in one hand and her pant bag in the other. From afar she saw Daphne and her group members standing in front of the door to their room. " I go break bottle. They don't know me" , Veronica said in whispers as she approached the room.

As she entered the room trying not to bump into anyone, someone from beheehhind pulled her towel away from her body. " What's that for?!", Veronica shouted as she tried to cover her boobs.

"For the past three days we have told you to leave this room because it is for the Mali girls and you do not want to hear", Daphne said bluffing. " I won't leave the room",Veronica said. The girls said "ooohhhh" ..

"Just look at your breast. You are in SS1 and it is so tiny.. It is pear shaped.", Daphne said. Laughter was everywhere even people that were not members of her room came in amebotically to laugh. " Let me show you what breast looks like",Daphne said signalling a girl to come out.

The girl cat walked without bra as if she was on a run way and was smiling with her gap teeth in the middle being very conspicuous " And she is just in Js2.. ", Daphne said.

Veronica felt so ashamed. Tears stung her eyes, but she couldn't allow it to fall at least not in front of them. She turned her head upwards looking at the ceiling and started blinking, trying to blink the tears back to where it came from.

She sat on the wood of her bed so weak in her heart. She knew she had to leave so she dressed up and started packing. She carried her towel and placed on her face. The tears did not have a choice of rolling down her cheeks, it simply soaked her towel.

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