The edges of the Assembly Hall of Lake View College is jam packed with dinner tables, filled with gorgeously dressed and handsomely costumed ladies and gentlemen and mouth watering, dainty dishes. There is merriment in the air as soft laughter, almost silent grinding of food, clinking of glasses and the likes resonated around the entire hall.
The hall has balloons hanging down illuminated from within by some lamp, from the ceiling of the hall. Following suit, are huge rectangular spaces of light that happen to be deliberately dim to give just the right mood, aided by the few colored light bulbs that are sprinkled across the ceilings.
The walls are not left out too as ribbons and strung balloons decorate each and every place. A few of the walls have standing Air Conditioners that are working at full capacity, blowing out chill airs to combat perspiration in the hall.
Although the hall is full, there is a big rectangular space starting from the center of the hall, up to the Assembly Stage which the Master of Ceremony and the disc jockey are located.
At the center of the same rectangular is a large, red circular rug bringing a feeling of royalty and taste into the hall.
The stage has a set of three long steps that span the width of the stage down to the ground and the center of the steps are also decorated with red rug that link down to the red circular rug.
Up on the stage is the MC with a big smile, exchanging muted words to the disc jockey because of the heavy din of sounds, often employing the use of sign language. The MC is dressed in a black trousers, black blazers, red checked shirt and a red rose in the pocket of his blazer as well as a flashy rainbow emitting sun shade, accentuated with his Afro hair style.
Beside him to the right is the disc jockey with his DJ set and a laptop atop his music stand. He wears simple black jeans with a white turtle neck and a headset slung over his prickly shaggy blue hair that cover most of his forehead and dropping down to a ribbon behind his head.
After nodding to the MC, he picks a microphone and waves into the hair, showing off his many ringed fingers and gold teeth in the process.
"Yo, People... What's up?" He rumbles in his deep masculine voice, cheerily.
"What's Up?" The Attendees scream out in festivity spirits.
"What's Up?" He repeats again.
And the audience repeat his question back to him, some of them throwing hands into the hair while the ladies scream with intoxicated voices.
The noise is defeaning and happy, making the MC and DJ squeak in the delight. In response, the DJ runs his hand on the large platinum music plate.
"WHAT'S UP? ITS DJ APOLLO ON THE JAMMMZZZZZ..."
The DJ screams into the mic as the Prom attendes jump up, in pure ecstasy, music and noise becoming indistinguishable.
"Yo... People, settle down, settle down, okay. I know we are hyped up for tonight." The MC calms the people.
Behind him is a table filled with mouth watering dishes ranging from bowls of full chickens to seafood delights of lobsters, sea snails, shushi and the likes while beer litters the table, and from this table, the DJ grabs a big beer bottle.
"I know you all are pumped up for tonight. And Trust me, it's be your best Prom Everrrrrrrrrrrr...."
"Yeaahahhhhhhh!" They scream in response.
"Settle down people." The MC says, pulling out a piece of paper from his rear trouser pocket. "Now, I want you to flow with me, okay?"
He raises the piece of fancy paper to his front before speaking into the mic again.
"Now boys and girls... Oh, My bad! You ain't boys and girls no more. Ladies and Gentlemen, somebody shout uh-uh, uh-uh!"
"UH-UH... UH-UH...!" The audience explodes.
"Now, now now. We've had the segment of recognizing the MVPs of this set. DJ, bring it down, bring it down..." The MC flagged at DJ Apollo who nodded as he tuned down the music, shaking his body lightly to the jam.
"We've given out the awards to the most deserving, the finest, the beautiful ladies, the most creative and the likes. Now, now, we are getting to Prom Danceeeee Floor. Who's excited?" The MC makes to jump down but holds back as the Prom attendes yell in answer.
"Now, you know how we do it. According to the Constitution of Lake View College." He points at the ground repeatedly as he emphasizes on each word. "Of which, I am an Alumniiiii..." He says, exuding a proud look that earn him laughter from the hall.
"It says, that, the Prom Dance Hall can and only cannnn.... Yo, finish it up!" He points his mic to the people.
"The Prom Dance Floor can and only can be opened by the Prom King and Prom Queeeeennnnnnn nnn!!!" They yell back in response, swaying softly to the low sounding music.
"Yeah, That's Right! So, I'll call on the Prom King. Who is he?" He asks, pointing his mic to the audience.
"Come on. I know him. Let's do it the proper way. As the Master of Ceremony, I call upon 6 times award winner of the most dressed, 3 time award winner of the Most Dedicated Student, 4 times award winner of the most punctual student and captain of the school football squad, holding the position for three years and leading his team to win the State Inter School competition, the Wellington Bank Football League and alllllll.
You know him.. I call Upon theeeee..."
"Say it, already!"
"Come on, don't drag it anymore."
Some voices call out, increasing the widening smile on the MC's face.
"Easy, ladies and gentlemen. Prom King Nathaniel... Please, step to the dance floor." He signals to the rectangular space in the hall.
As he does, a pin drop silence descends hastily across the hall as a young, tanned gentleman with a dazzling smile rises from a table, a hand in pocket while the other holds dangles freely as he walks to the rectangular dance floor.
As he does, an eruption of claps and cheers resonate through the hall. He wears an under cut hairstyle with a sharp side part at his left side of the head. Furthermore, he wears a three-piece pink suit with pointy black shoes and a big silver chain watch on his left wrist. There's a subtle smell of inviting cologne, the distinct sweet smelling fragrance of freshly cut tulips hovering about him as he carefully takes bold steps into the center of the dance floor, beaming.
However, just as the MC readjusts the mic in his left hand, Nathaniel frowns slightly, shooting a sharp glance at the tables about.
"Now, for want of time, I'mma just straight into calling the ever distinguished and neck turning beautiful Prom Queen, Deola..." The MC screamed into the mic and the people responded, cheering brightly.
But just as they start to cheer, the people begin to identify the irregularity as Nathaniel is left standing alone in the middle of the dance floor.
"Uh... Where's the Prom Queen?" The MC frown, glancing about the hall.
In response, Nathaniel shrugs, looking around helplessly.
"Ahem!" The MC clears his throat, a sheepish look on his face. "Maybe she went to do something outside? Someone... Can someone shout out to the Prom Queen to come into the hall now?". He says.
Seconds begin to tick into minutes, tense silence drops once more upon the hall. The silence brings with it nervous heat as Nathaniel begins to look frustrated, standing alone at the dance hall.
"Her parents didn't let her come." A loud whisper rang out, soft laughter resounding after it.
"That's a lie. I saw her earlier." Another voice countered.
"She left before the dance? What a spoil sport?"
"Don't blame her."
"Her religious parents must be suffocating the fun in her life "
"Come on... Who becomes Prom Queen only to ditch the dance?"
"Deola is unbelievable!"
"Oh, look how she leaves Prom King to himself alone."
A thousand and one voices boom about, mixing into indistict noisy chatter. Seeing the MC clears his throat, arresting the attention of the prom attendees once more as the DJ runs a hand on his music disc again.
"What's up, People?"
"What's up?" The DJ is replied and merriment enters the hall again.
"Now, now... Like it's written, if the Pom Queen is unable to attend the Prom Dance, them, the Prom King may by reason of his authority as Prom King, choose..."
"...Another Prom Queeeeennnnnnn..." The people complete it for the MC as cheers ring out.
"Yeah! So King, Over to you." He stabs his mic in the hair towards Nathaniel.
Nathaniel simply smirks and turns to his right. And just as he turns, a lady in blood red revealing evening gown and stiletto boots leaps unto him, hands locked around his neck in a bodylocking embrace.
Before he can react, his lips are sealed in a sensual kiss by Grace, enrapturing the entire populace of the hall who clap hard to cheer them up.
"Well, looks like Prom King has a new Queen! Come on, hold tight to your dates and DJ..." The MC nodded to DJ Apollo who gave a double thumbs up. "Turn up the heat."
Heavy bass music booms out before slowly descending into soft ballerina sensation, leading the people to hold to their dates and flow along.
"What are you doing?" Nathaniel asks Grace as he disengages from the kiss.
"What else does it look like? Becoming the Prom Queen, of course." She whispers to him, lips curved into a seductive pout, her hands finding his hands.
Taking cue, Nathaniel slow dances with her, but his eyes tell a different story, a story of anger and disenchantment.
"You are the last person I'd ever choose as Prom Queen." He whispers under his breath as the hall becomes to get filled with dancing couples.
"I know. That's why I had to make the choice for you."
"What?" His eyes widen in disgust.
"Look, Nat. Just what do you see in her? You do realise that if it was Deola that was here, you would never have had the satisfaction of sleeping with her, you know? Because of her strict religious background. And what a shame that would be, if the Prom King is refused sex by his Prom Queen." She draws closer as Nathaniel swirls in response.
"You know what that would be? You be a disagrace to all the former Prom Kings who always had sex with their Prom Queens, plus that's like our unwritten Constitution here, at LakeView." She taunts into his ears as the music gains crescendo, grooving onto his body.
"Shut up! I don't care about that rule." Nathaniel violently whispers back just as a strange looking figure enters the hall and heads straight to the MC.
"See, I know you care. Because you care about your reputation more than anything else. But I'm offering myself to you, Nat. Take me, and you escape the muted taunts people will throw at you after Prom." Grace bites his earlobes while her left hand rubs against his chest.
However, Nathaniel is tuned out already as he focuses on the young mister in blue blazers and jeans.
"DJ, tune it down. Announcement guys. If you are the owner of the IVM Fox parked at the electric fence, you are obstructing this Mister, the owner of the Nissan Micra. Kindly go over to pack your car properly."
"Wait... What? That's my car. But I parked... Gee..." Nathaniel stammers just as the light skinned owner of the Nissan Micra looks straight into his eyes.
"What?" Grace asked, concern lurking in her eyes.
Nathaniel did not respond, instead, he pushes slightly away from Grace, racing out of the hall much to the surprise of the people, his eyes frowning with confusion.
"How dare you, Nat?" Grace huffs with a suppressed voice as the Prom King darts away from her, a confused expression bedeviling his handsome features.A little ripple of laughter resounds from the background as the dancing begins to gain crescendo, DJ Apollo bringing all the heat.Furious, Grace turns, gritting her teeth to the source of the laughter but she sees no one. Even the people she sees are all enjoying the music with their dates while some dance singly."Aaaaaaarggghhhhh!!!" Grace screams, frustrated, her hands flung to edges of the table that is covered with a white tablecloth.There are wine glasses, most appear to be used as remnants of wine remain in them with biodegradable plates that contained already devoured small chops along with soft drinks and wine bottles amidst others.The chairs are most empty as everyone has taken to the dance floor but for a nerdy looking guy who seems to be among the unlucky ones not to have a date,
The long and wide fancifully decorated assembly hall stands tall on the granite shore, a monument significant with LakeView College.It is rectangular shaped, a large double glass door entrance at the hall that overlooks the lagoon behind the picket fence. While it has that big entrance, the hall also has many exit and entrance doors from the sides of the hall via the many glass walled doors that stand between the hall pillars, built to allow natural light enter the hall from every side and also to increase the asethetics.The only places in the hall that is hidden from the glass walls at the sides of the hall are the stage and the stage room where equipments and whatnot are stored, the little decking platform that is built into the walls of the double door entrance of the hall and also the restroom after the storage room.The extra decking platform is built, for additional audience that the hall would not contain, it had passenger chairs that
MINUTES EARLIER!"These humans..." Tade shakes his head, a lazy disgusted smile on it as he tugs the edges of his blue blazer.He carefully picks his way through the throng of dancing couples and singles, both parties showing silly, interesting and of course very sexual dance moves. They are a couple of them sharing deep sensual kisses while some even go as far as groping for their partners privates, using the mesh of party crazed bodies as a cover.Tade ignores them all, a bemused expression on as he looks left and right and then to the DJ whose two hands are thrown into the air.As for the MC, the stage is devoid of him but they are some other people who are dressed in somewhat professional clothes of wine shirts and blue trousers and skirts taking note of whatever it was they were as they milled about the stage around the banquet table.Soon, Tade loses interests and picks his way to the nearest exit to him. He sighs in relief, inhaling th
The fairskinned Mister donning blue blazers walked away, with furrowed eyebrows across the length of the assembly hall. Behind him, not so far away is the female restroom which has the a little signpost with a silhouette image of a female on it, positioned on the steel push or pull door.Tade walks briskly however, having in mind that he had come to pick something, the girls being just a side attraction he could not afford to have ignored."But to think of it... The nerves those girls had to be joking about the evil they did." He muttered angrily to himself, transversing the length of the assembly hall once again.And this time, the music is not so loud as it is as the dancing is over and the attendees are all milling about. Seeing this, Tade sighs, assuming that the Prom Event was concluded already as he sees the contented and naughty looks on the attendees."Excuse me!" Tade says, patting a petite Lady who had just exited the hall in company of tw
Sun light filters in from one of the closed windows which are situated perpendicular to each other, in a ninety degree format. The draping curtains sway gently in response to the swirling of the electric overhead fan blades.At the window where light filters from which borders a fancy standing mirror at the other side of the wall, is a sort of ironing table placed against the wall, draped with pieces of materias which are meant to act as cushion when ironing. At the two ends of the table are a stack of books while a sleek pressing iron lays, steelface down.And infront of the table lies a plastic white chair which backs a queen sized bed on which a lady lays, her chest, clar in loose milky gown, heaving and lightly snoring in blissful sleep as she drifts continuously in sweet rest.The lady is none other than Deola, the supposed Prom Queen of the graduate set of LakeView College.At her lower torso to her abdomen is a muffled ball of the grey
The sun is sloping down the evening sky in a haze of yellow, accentuated by red, magenta colored atmospheric clouds that give an entirely settling feeling of the rest in the night to come.As people from all over within the area look up, there is an inescapable lighting of anticipation bright on their faces as they know what would come next.For it is closing hours and with it, people park up for the night. However, for a different set of persons, it is just the beginning as a black convertible slows down taking a turn around the corner of the estate buildings before picking up speed, a clutter of dirt and pebbles flying up in the aftermath.At the driver seat of the vehicle is Tunrayo, her eyes focused on the tarred almost empty street before her, driving past a few shops and gates before finally slowing down to move into a driveway. Her car, just as the rest of the frame is, is pitch black with dangling plastic red roses from the rearview mirror that jin
"Really?" Deola asks with a light frown, watching Tunrayo buckle over with laughter.The convertible by which she stands is parked close to the magnificent Assembly Hall which once was the center of their Prom Activities, two days back.However, with the Prom events concluded, the hall is back to it's regular state, all of it's fanfare, glitter and sparkles gone with the events as well. The electric fence of wires that alienated the hall from the rest of the school is down as well, allowing unrestricted access to the rest of the school and it's various buildings and what not.The once littered parking lot, infront of the hall too is free and the only car at the moment occupying it is the black convertible.The convertible had come in from the main gates of the school and was allowed entry when they had mentioned they were living in the staff quarters, a white lie, they reasoned.Only after the lie could they drive past the school
"No, you shut up!" Deola explodes. " You are the freak! You are demented. You a-are..." She shakes her head in horror, the only expression visible on it is dread.She longs for words to say as her head moves left to right in total fright, as if she'd seen a ghost. Which should be correct because the one in front of her is not something she would classify far from a ghost.For God's Sake, she is looking at a spirit or ghost- which ever fit- and the experience is enough to send ice cold chills through her spine.With no more words to complete her sentence, Deola turns, her feet racing her away from Tade.She hears a sigh behind her, followed by an inaudible mumbling, but she does not bother a second glance, even if it is to the one who gave her warmth, a minute ago, she does not care.The wind is still cold and biting, almost giving a sensation that if she stayed still, she'd freeze. As she runs, distance coming in between herself and Tayo, she