last comer

 Over the years, i've always expected life to be a bed of roses. Lately, it has come to me with a mega force! Funny how mega force reminds me of high school. I was so naive back then. I thought everything was going to solve itself before getting to me. Fortunately, i had my dad who is really protective of his kids. So before most things got to me, they were always ready to go. Then i moved to college. So far away from home, without sweet ol' dad.
 I figured if i stayed away from people, i wouldn't get any troubles because form movies, i learned that people are trouble. I had my bubble and my way with myself. I still do have that bubble. Its completely impenetrable. If u aint me, aint no way ure getting in. But its still a bubble. Time past and distance grew longer and stronger. People even started to ask if i still exist. Most of them being Nigerians and you know how it is, Nigerians and their most obvious questions. So most of my dialogues go like A: "HEY! so u still exist?" B:"NO MAN! i just decided to give the devil a break!" and then i whisper "asshole.". It went on for so long i got used to the whole thing and then one day, i realized how faraway i was from both home and people because of a bleeding test!
 The test was scheduled for a Tuesday, then shifted to Monday. Not a soul bothered to mention it to me. This turned me to a ticking time bomb. I wrote the test though. Then i failed the test and in the end of the semester, i got a C in the course. I had a fit after i saw my result. But later dealt with it. The main thing that made me realize how i always come last is a breakup that i got to know about after 2 friggn months. I went to see this girl and then asked how her boo was. Then she replied "Oh! We broke up.". I caught up with shock immediately and started to stutter just like i did when i was a little girl. Darn i almost shit my pants (pardon my french) because i initially went to his room to look for her and someone told me "Noo no, she's in her room." and looked pretty darn sure about it. Now this is the type of last i hate.
 All my life, i've always liked knowing things before it spreads out. My college experience tho has given me some several sucker punches that i can deal with. But the next punch i receive is gong to be the last because i will kick life right back in the balls.