The morning sun shone brightly over Kitale as the long, dusty road led my father and me to my new boarding school. My heart raced with nerves and excitement. Being a transfer student in Form Three was daunting. I had left my old school behind, leaving familiar faces, and now everything felt unknown,strange dorms, strange teachers, strange students.
As we pulled into the school compound, I could see the tall iron gates, the neat lawns, and the dormitories lined up like soldiers standing at attention. My father parked the car, and before I could gather my courage, a tall, serious girl approached us. She wore the badge of deputy headgirl, and her demeanor was calm but commanding.
“Welcome to St. Michael’s Kitale, Fiona. I’ll show you to your dorm,” she said kindly, guiding me through the bustling students and noisy hallways. I followed, clutching my luggage tightly, feeling both out of place and curious.
The dorm was warm and busy. Students were unpacking, chatting, and preparing for their day. The deputy headgirl assigned...