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CHAPTER FOURTY-THREE
Author: eMOKIDD5000
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As expected, the Directors address was long and boring.

The highlight of the whole thing was the introduction of a short ebony skinned man with a frosty white afro and beard. Apparently, his name was Mr. Fenta and he was going to the new boarding master for the boys. And again, only at that point did I find out that Ms. Luceal was the matron for the girls hostel.

Mr. Fenta received a luke warm round of applause, mostly from us, the first years.

To the left of us was Wish. She sternly ordered us to clap again. I’m the only one who heeded her command which only granted me awkward glances from my peers.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Director thanked us for listening and wished us a good day.

As we exited Gerri’s Hall (named after the original bangle user), I noticed a new face.

She was standing a few feet away from the rockery at the foot of Gerri’s golden statue.

The girl was tall, not taller than me but tall for a girl. She was really thin, so much so that her baggy c
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