CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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round 8:00 a.m. the halls were crowded with people laughing, chatting and scrolling through their phones. The SS2 class debaters, who usually represented the school at competitions stood on the left side of the hall, and about ten feet farther down, the junior football team sang their team song as they marched through the exit door.
When we reached the second floor, I spotted Tokunbo talking to Chima. She wasn’t wearing her school beret today. Instead she wore her curly black hair with a studded hair band. Her skirt was slightly above her knees, matching perfectly with her white, knee length socks. She looked rigid—not that she was ever relaxed, but this was different. Tokunbo took a step closer, pointing her finger threateningly at Chima, which made the girl back up a
