WAEC QUESTION: Give this story a title.

This is not fiction. Its a real life short story I wrote and posted on Facebook last year. I have decided to upgrade it to a blog post just because Doctor Riel Read it and loved it, and it made him laugh. Its a great feeling for Dr Riel to love your piece. 😁😁
However, I lack a title so i have decided to throw it open to the house, you know like those WAEC Questions.

I am coming back from school. So tired. I am gathering my last strength to walk, in my mind I want to just manage and get to my hostel so i can collapse there.. it will be better.
My slippers is not helping matters, why is it so heavy? I can barely raise a foot.
Halfway to my hostel, some one calls my name from behind. I keep walking, I don't want to turn because I have already programmed my mind and my legs are just following, turning to greet somebody was nowhere in the programme, but I just turn, it might be somebody important, I see Macfray sitting at the small corner where they sell fishroll. Hot fishroll.

Immediately my intestines start to party, or quarrel, whichever but the aroma of the fishroll spars off an activity in my stomach.

I get to Macfray who is my church brother and greet him.. still managing to keep a strong hungry-less attitude, he wants to start a conversation, but i cant alter the programme twice, so i resist. I ask him to buy me fishroll, he does.

I badly want to start munching this hot saviour called fishroll but I am thinking; it wont look very good on me, i already look crazy with tiredness Let me not worsen it.

Few minutes later, this time, I can sight my hostel, I feel like a winner, a winner for reaching the finish line and the hot fishroll the star prize. All of a sudden, Helen is standing in front of me, where did she just appear from?

"Heyy Chiomzy how far now? What happened to you? You look pale!
I manage to flash a weak smile..
Helen looks at my hand, sees my star prize and grabs it..
My mind is yelling. "NOOOO" but i am too tired to speak..

"Chioma lemme take naa please. Thank you thank you.." she zooms off.

Everything stops. I look back,I am screaming Helen's name inside but couldn't speak out.
I just got robbed..
My star prize is gone. I don't have cash, and no strength to cook, how worse can it get?.

I am almost in tears. The mixture of tears and sorrow that hangs around your neck like you have goitre... mine was larger than goitre.
I finally get to my hostel. And collapse on my bed.

I should have put my star prize in my bag.