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| JHS students of Mount Pleasant International School seated in the exam hall during the BeCe, focused and determined. |
Meet the Class
| Student | Trait | Role |
|---|---|---|
| Victoria Morris | Smartest, sharpest | Leader |
| Christian the Second | Joker | Comic relief |
| Henrietta | Slim, commanding | Organizer |
| Ewurasi | Black beauty | Loyal follower |
| Salima | Average | Walkmate |
| Marwan & Michael Bilson | Mischief makers | Bad characters |
| Marzuk | Truant | Absent |
| Ama | Dark, fat, lazy | Doesn’t try |
| Hans Bruce | Here-and-there | Unpredictable |
| Harriet | Henrietta’s bestie | Shines occasionally |
| Samuella | too quiete and timid | Shines occasionally |
At Mount Pleasant International School, the JHS block was never short of drama. The twelve students of Class Three had perfected the art of unseriousness. For most of the term, lessons were treated like background noise until the BeCe exams loomed like a thundercloud.
Victoria Morris, sharp as a razor and always two steps ahead, often warned them. “You people think exams are jokes? Wait till the invigilators catch you.” But her classmates laughed it off. Christian the Second, who loved to crack jokes more than solve equations, would reply, “Victoria, relax. We’ll just smuggle foreign materials into the hall. Easy.”
Henrietta, slim and commanding, rolled her eyes. “Foreign materials? You think the invigilators are blind? They’ll search you like airport security.” Ewurasi, her loyal shadow and “black beauty,” nodded vigorously, though she secretly admired Henrietta’s bossy confidence more than the advice itself.
Salima, Victoria’s walkmate, was average in everything: average grades, average jokes, average effort. She often followed Victoria around, hoping some of her brilliance would rub off. “If Victoria says study, I’ll study,” she declared, though her notes were usually half‑finished.
Then there were the notorious ones: Marwan and Michael Bilson, who treated mischief like a career. Marzuk, the truant, was rarely seen in class except when food was shared. Ama, the dark, plump girl, didn’t even pretend to care. “Me, I won’t stress. If I fail, I fail,” she said, munching on plantain chips. Hans Bruce floated between camps, sometimes serious, sometimes unserious, depending on who was watching. Harriet, Henrietta’s bestie, was unpredictable: she could shine brilliantly once in a blue moon, then vanish into mediocrity the next day.
And then there was Samuella. She was fat like Ama, but unlike Ama’s loud indifference, Samuella was quiet, timid, and almost invisible. She rarely spoke in class, preferring to sit at the back, scribbling half‑hearted notes. When teachers asked questions, she lowered her head, praying not to be noticed. Her classmates teased her gently, but she never fought back. Victoria once told her, “Samuella, you’re too quiet. Exams won’t pity you.” Samuella only smiled faintly, her silence louder than words.
As the BeCe approached, panic set in. Teachers drilled them with mock exams, parents prayed louder, and suddenly even Christian the Second stopped joking. The students realized foreign materials were impossible to sneak in, the invigilators were too sharp. Some ignored the warnings, hoping for miracles. But a few, led by Victoria, Henrietta, and Ewurasi, decided to buckle down.
Humour filled the tension. During prep, Christian whispered, “If I fail, I’ll just marry Victoria. She’ll pass for both of us.” The class erupted in laughter, and Victoria blushed, pretending to scold him. Even in exam season, romance found a way to sneak into the air. Henrietta teased Harriet, “If Christian marries Victoria, you’ll be the bridesmaid with your once‑in‑a‑blue‑moon shine.” Harriet giggled, secretly pleased to be noticed.
Ama continued her carefree ways, declaring loudly, “I’ll just write my name and sleep.” Marwan and Michael plotted their cheating strategies, stuffing notes into socks and pencil cases. Hans Bruce kept switching sides, sometimes joining Victoria’s study group, other times sneaking off with Marwan. Salima tried her best to keep up with Victoria, though she often fell asleep mid‑revision.
Samuella, meanwhile, remained timid. She joined no group, spoke to no one, and studied quietly in her corner. But Henrietta noticed her one evening. “Samuella, you’re too quiet. Come sit with us. At least try.” Samuella hesitated, then nodded. For the first time, she joined the serious group, her timid smile betraying a spark of hope.
By the final week before the BeCe, the class had transformed. Victoria’s sharpness kept them focused, Henrietta’s authority kept them disciplined, and Ewurasi’s loyalty kept morale high. Christian still cracked jokes, but now with his books open. Harriet surprised everyone by answering questions correctly during prep. Even Samuella, though timid, began to write more confidently, her silence slowly turning into effort.
Mount Pleasant International School had witnessed a miracle: twelve unserious students who became serious only when the BeCe approached. Some ignored advice and would pay the price, but a few heeded it and shone.
And somewhere in the laughter, the blushes, and the scribbled answers, they discovered that exams weren’t just about grades, they were about growing up, together.
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