Today I woke up at sic as usual, I have to boil my water to bath and go to school. I have already prepared my books and everything. I go and bath and it's half past six now. I have to be fast cause school starts at 8 and there's a distance from home to school.

I finished getting ready for school and ate the porridge that the maid had made. In our house my mom always told me our maid is not a slave so you have to help her whenever you can.

I'm in grade six. I'm kind of like and introvert so making friends has always been too much for me. I have a friend though and her name is Ruth. I finished getting ready for school and was on my way to Ruth's house to get her and geo to school. Since I live in a ghetto, you gotta know that everyone knew everyone and everything here.

" Goodmorning Sarah you are already going to school this early", came my first conversation of the day from the lady who sales vegetables across my yard.

"Morning how are you Mrs Tee, yes I have to go early today cause of the morning work and if I don't finish it before the teacher comes I will get beaten up".

"OK safe travels child".

"Thank you Mrs Tee, see you later".

And I ran to Ruth's house in order to avoid another conversation or I would be late. Ruth's house is a lot bigger than mine and they are well off because her parents have supermarkets they rents out.

I find Ruth still bathing as always and I have to help her with getting her uniform ready like always.

"Ruth be fast please or we going to be late, you know our new teacher is strict and she doesn't tolerate nonsense so you better finish in five minutes", I say

" OK love I'm about to finish, did you see the juice on the table, I made that for you so u won't continue nagging me so sit down and eat that OK", Ruth says and I love her for that cause she knows I'm a food lover.

" OK love", I say.

I watch her rushing in and out of her room getting ready. She finishes at seven o'clock exactly and off we were to the bus stop to wait for a taxi to school.

The conductors are always shouting and the taxis smell bad. I'm thinking won't I stink when I get in class. I have always gotten good grades and according to my class's arrangement I was on group one meaning the best students were sitting there.

When we finished grade five, the committee chose five students with the best results in every class, there are seven classes per grade. The first five students of every class were put in one class and that was the first class and according to colour we were the Red class. And we also got a new strict teacher.