I looked at my blue silver dotted wrist watch and saw that I had only ten minutes to finish the math paper which was filled up with dozens of sums that I had finished solving.

There were only two equations left and yes, you're right, they were equations I hate but funny enough, they turned out really easy.

By the way, I wonder what sort of examination this was. There were about fifty people in the hall and about 50 in others.

It's like everybody is staring at you which I found really really weird and one more thing, the examination was only on maths questions and the interview was right after whether you passed the examination or not.

Everyone is qualified for the interview irrespective of their results.

The exams were not as bad as I expected. We were given food to eat, particularly fried rice and two pieces of chicken each. I had used my number six and it turned out a lot easier than I had expected.

"Time up," I heard the short dark examiner say, I was given a plastic tag on the left of my chest with number forty six written on it, and shown my way out, though it was different from the one my dad just told me so when my number was being called out I was confused until I looked at it.

I stood at the back of the line and four others as my back, making us fifty

"Hello, I'm Mercy," I heard an unfamiliar voice say behind me.

"I'm Jenny," I replied, opening my white shining set of teeth as I turned around.

The dark-skinned girl I saw was Mary looked friendly and nice.

I looked at her from head to toe, admiring her beautiful red pukka dotted dress and long boots and saw her holding her clear bag, it occurred to me:

I LEFT MINE IN THE HALL!

Everyone came out with a file but I was empty handed. It occurred to me that I had left my file and writing materials in the hall.

I spotted a fair and plump boy looking absent mindedly.

I went to the senior, I guess because he was wearing an Ash coloured uniform and white long-sleeved pinafore.

I told him about my situation and quickly went in, and brought it out in less than a minute uttering a "thank you" to him which he acknowledged before racing back to my line.

Soon enough, it was my turn for the interview.

I was told to seat by the same examiner from the examination hall.

I greeted the short and dark man.

He asked for my name and age and I replied confidently, "Jenny Oche, 12 years old".

He wrote in a plain white sheet which I'm guessing is the information I just told him then he gave me a black NIV Bible to read.

Seriously, was this man thinking I could not read? And of all things to read, he gave me a Bible.

I finished reading and I was asked to leave.

I obediently stood up and walked out. On my way outside, I passed by a lot of people around my age and height waiting for their interviews too, I guess they were from other examination halls.

I sighted my dad and Violet standing by the administration block area. I ran up to them and gave them both a hug.

Like any typical father, my dad asked how the examination had gone and I replied, "Not too bad."

He gave me this "Are you sure?" look which I practically ignored and simply rolled my eyes.

We walked to my dad's car while my hands were tightly compressed with violet's.

We talked about some questions I did not really get and my dad handed some snacks to me on our way back home.

The car was not as clean as I had left it. I knew it was Violet's handwork as the car looked so untidy because it was scattered with pringles, biscuit wraps and a lot of other things.

"Why are you looking at the car like it's a grave yard?" Violet asked me as if she was not aware of the dirt she had littered all over the car.

"Violet, why did you eat here like a baby? See the passenger seat; you'll wash this seat." I retorted.

She closed my eyes from the back and started tickling me.

"That will not work today," I said, looking really angry.

She gave me her pink phone and Mickey mouse eared pouch then I smiled and opened the subway surf app and purchased new runners.

Violet then smiled at me, it was her smile that always worked whenever I got angry at her and her smile really made her look very beautiful.

I'll certainly miss my number one bestie when I get to secondary school.