HAMERTON 2 SOHOT/SOHOR??

HAMERTON 2

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Hallo new viewers and Happy and Peaceful elections Tanzania!

Hamerton. A large school offering the finest Education to the students of the state and overseas. Natalie joins this school arriving from Brooklyn and she has grief over her lost friends who were murdered in Hamerton. She teams up with Ingrid and their fellow seniors against the House of Representatives to prevent a bomb blast that could cause a large massacre.


Previously on Hamerton. Caitlin thinks about Natalie and wants to contact her. She receives an email from her informant who tells her that Natalie and Ivan are going out and that Natalie is a bad person. Caitlin is very affected by the mail. 



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Chapter Three: SOHOT/ SOHOR??

“Natalie? Natalie?” Ivan called, running to Natalie in the heavily crowded hallway.

Natalie, who was nearing the staircase at the end of the hallway, turned around and raised her eyebrows, halting to wait for him.

Ivan increased pace toward her.

Just as the distance narrowed between them, Natalie’s attention was caught by a couple of reporters, led by Cheryl.

She gave Ivan her back and faced the school journalists.

“Miss President. The students have been awaiting your statement on the ball that is to take place tomorrow, in favor of the House Of Representatives, who are due to arrive at 2:00pm this afternoon. Will you tell the media and the Hamerton society who are watching you live on HTV, how you plan to welcome the HOR and what you have instored for them on tomorrow’s ball?” Cheryl asked quickly.

Natalie pulled a screwed face. “The ball is in honor of_”

She begun and was interrupted by Ivan who bumped into them. “Yes, yes.” He said quickly and turned to Natalie who offered him a startled expression. “The President is very much aware of the arrival of the House of Representatives.” He added and turned to the press. “The ball will be grand, most assuredly and our guests will have the most pleasant welcome.”

Cheryl nodded at him.

“There have been concerns that, due to the enormous February intake, the dorm buildings of Hamerton cannot accommodate the visitors. As the President, do you authorize the use of the Leaders’ quarters for the 50 HOR arriving guests?” Another reporter, with a tape recorder, asked Natalie.

Natalie was still lost. She was hardly aware of the House of Representatives’ arrival much less the scarcity of their places to stay. 

Ivan took charge again. “We are still discussing that in the administration panel and we hope to come with the conclusion before our guests arrive.”

Natalie nodded, looking boldly at the reporters.

“Can you share the agenda that brings the HOR to Hamerton?” Cheryl added.

“No, no. It is… a surprise! But, it will be good for Hamerton.” Ivan answered and taking Natalie’s hand said, “Now, if you will excuse us. The President cannot answer any questions now. We will call for a press conference later and then we will be able to answer all your questions.”

With a little struggle, Ivan was able to get Natalie out of the media and they walked hastily across the hallway to a staircase on the opposite side.

“What were they talking about?” she asked Ivan, as they neared the first floor of the building.

“What I was about to tell you. The HOR are arriving later at two and you have to prepare for that.”

“How come I am not informed about this? And that there is scarcity of their accommodation… Ivan? Are they coming on short notice?”

“Not exactly. I was with the Vice President last Friday. We thought that we could handle everything.”

Natalie paused just when they were outside her office door. She frowned at him. “You thought that you could handle everything without telling me? Ivan? I needed to know that. I could get ridiculed by the public if I am ignorant of big events happening in school such as the hosting of the HOR.”

He was silent, seeming a bit restless.

She narrowed her eyes. “Ivan. Why did you keep that from me? What are you hiding?”

Ivan put his hand around her and reached for the door knob. She drew back a few steps and he opened the door. “Please?” he asked, waving inside.

She shook her head in disappointment and walked in.

She trod to her desk and leaned on it, waiting for his explanation with her hands crossed below her breasts. “So, tell me.”

Meanwhile, Ingrid was busy placing posters on the school board for the next day’s ball.

She put her hand above her eyebrows, squinting her eyes below the noon sun, to satisfy the organization of the posters.

Appeased, she turned to Carlito who held the posters and glue for her. “We are done.” She announced.

“Okay. Where next?” Carlito asked.

Ingrid looked around the vast green school compound that was also sparsely occupied with students moving here in there. She noticed the evergreen oaks and saw them as spots for placing the posters. “There.”

Carlito nodded and started off while she was held up by a phone, buzzing in her skirt pocket.

She took it out and became alerted after reading the name.

She received it. “Hallow?”

“We have a problem.” A male’s voice greeted.

“What!” Natalie exclaimed, after Ivan’s statement.

She parted her hands and straightened herself.

“Do you see why me and Sylvester decided to hide this from you?” Ivan asked.

“Ivan. This should have been the more reason for you to let me know. So that I could prepare myself. So that I could know what to expect.” She said, pacing to and fro in front of her desk. 

“Look at how it is getting to you?” he said, feeling sorry for her.

She paused and turned to him. “I don’t understand. How could_”

The door burst open and the two turned to the front to welcome Ingrid who was panting and seemingly anxious. “Natalie? Did you hear?”

“Yes. And, it seems that everybody did except me.” Natalie said eyeing Ivan reproachfully.

“What are we going to do, Natalie?” Ingrid asked and lowered her voice to add, “Your life is in danger.”

Natalie sighed deeply. “I don’t know now. I… don’t know.” She said somberly.

“We should call Trevor.” Ingrid suggested.

“No. Ingrid. If we try to reach him then his father will realize that we are still communicating. We can’t afford that.” Natalie disagreed. “I don’t want to lose him forever, no.”

“Who helped you the last time?” Ivan asked after a brief moment of contemplating in silence.

“Corny Howls but, I don’t know if…” Natalie begun and sighed with devastation.

“Corny?” Ingrid repeated. “I will see then.”  She said and left.

“Natalie,” Ivan begun trying to approach her.

She drew back, waving her hands in defense. “Please don’t. Just, get my speech ready for the conference you told the media about and send for my vice and the Minister of Dorm Affairs.”

Ivan nodded reluctantly and left. 

Who are they talking about and how is he/she a threat to Natalie? Stay tuned to find out!

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