Chapter 33: The Old Stigma Part I
The class was noisy. It was filled with the students noise and chattering. Their laughters and voices. It seemed as if they were booing someone. The teacher walked into the class, she asked the reason for the noise and uproar that was being heard miles away. A student who looked like the prefect; uniform neat and well ironed, his hair was neatly cut to a style and his tie knot to his neck. His shinning black cortina shoes that could reflect the light rays that flashed.
He pointed his finger towards the direction of a feeble, tattered looking student claiming that he was the reason. He furthered explained that his fellow classmates weren't pleased by his dressing and there was an offensive odour coming from him. The teacher called the student out and her
