Chapter 1

It was examination week. The air was cold and dry. Aseye Mensah has always been a procrastinator. I refuse to learn throughout the whole term. I prefer cramping all the material into the last week- the revision week. I learnt till sunrise each day. My average hours of sleep during the revision week were just four. Most of this was interestingly obtained in class.

The saying; “time flies” is no joke. It truly does. Here, I am on the first day of my 3^rd term or semester (as some would say) examination in my second year of junior high school. I’m writing English before lunch and Social Studies after lunch. Am I prepared? If for lunch, then yes. If for the exams, then I’m afraid I’m honestly not. In fact I have never ever been. It seems to me that examinations don’t match my chi. They aren’t my style. But I always manage to pull off good grades though these results are far from my potential.

I keep my bag in the cupboard. I walk into class; it’s really quiet. I swear you could hear a pin drop. Even if a pin fell; it would make eons of echoes. Though I’m thirty minutes early for the exam, there are a lot of pupils in the class already. I scan through the classroom. I spot a fair girl sitting in the corner of the class. I walked towards her. She turns back. She has a dazzling smiling on her face which reveals a dimple in her left cheek. Up close her fair skin was like suede and chocolate mixed evenly together. She had soulful dark brown eyes. She had a Rasta. I smiled back. She tilted her head back; I knew she was thinking about something. Read more