After It Happened

17th March, 2018

Dear Danielle,

My JAMB exam results were out almost forty-eight hours ago, but I haven't checked them. If you are wondering why, it's because I'm scared. Yeah yeah I know I act like almost nothing scares me, but I'm scared about this. I need to nail this exam because my future depends on it. I can't keep on depending on Aunty Amara and Grammy forever. I can't fail my parents again.

My parents had both been doctors- two of the best in the state. They met in a medical school in America where they became friends. They were always telling me stories their college days. When they were alive they would always tell me how I would be a wonderful doctor like them and how I would study abroad like they did. They already had my life planned out, but being the best parents ever they never failed to tell me that they would support whatever I wanted to do as far as it was legal. Who would want to disappoint parents like that? So my choice in courses was not difficult to make. I would grant my late parents' wishes no matter what.

Chemistry classes, so how will I fare in this stupid exam. I'm nothing near to a perfect student, so what am I doing? The exam has been

God's help right now. My target school just asked for a 290 cut-off mark. Just a 290. So, I'm just going to type my name and registration number. I have to tap on that enter button. Just tap on it and I'll know. Danielle, this is really hard. I

joke right? That's a 294 right? I'm going crazy right now. How did I get a 294 out of 400? So should I tell others? I should tell them now or later? I'll just do it now. Camille will be excited. She's been bugging me ever since she saw hers. See you later

walking to my next class which is the dreaded Chemistry when arms wrap around my torso followed by an excited squeal. That

girl. You did it. And you were

"Who said I was-"