‘Heysss!!!’ I hissed, my anger slowly simmering and my fists clenched
Glass guy turned around looking for the source of the sound to confirm if he was the ‘heyss’ called, a look of suspicion on his face.
‘Who carried my Cornflakes?’ I asked him, my tone very accusing.
In fact, the question was just a formality, he’d already been tried and sentenced in my mind, I didn’t even care anymore about the cornflakes, I was just itching to mete out his punishment.
A look of puzzlement on his face, he raised one of his eyebrow (how he could do that was beyond me) and glared at me.
I wasn’t backing down. Not today.
‘See, no jokes here ooh, if you are playing with me better stop it.’ I warned him, trying to glare even harder.
‘Bring out my cornflakes’ I commanded.
One of us was definitely going to be severely beaten today and it wasn’t me.
‘Which cornflakes now ooh?’ He chuckled as though I’d just cracked a joke.
My anger went up a notch.
‘I am now a comedian now abi. Are you mad?’ I shouted as I raised my clenched fist until I heard a somewhat familiar voice shouting my name.
I turned only to see Philip. I’d have to postpone the fight as I didn’t want any witnesses in case I lost the fight.
He’d already deduced what was about to happen as he was walking very briskly towards us.
‘What happen Donald?’ Philip asked as he came to a halt between us to prevent us from fighting. (It occurred to me that I’d never really known Glass-guy’s name. in fact, I was shocked Philip knew his name)
‘I don’t know o’, Donald retorted, ‘your friend just suddenly came accusing me of one cornflakes I know nothing of’.
Philip turned to me ‘what happened?’
‘Don’t worry’, I replied ‘we will talk later’.
I was starting to get a little confused about the whole matter.
If it wasn’t Donald, then who was it?
I knew he would have gladly admitted it if he was the one if only to taunt me and besides he was looking for a reason to fight me.
We left Donald as we quickly made our way to class behind as it was already 4:10pm.
‘John better walk fast, we have Mr. Festus now’ Philip warned as he quickened his pace while I hurriedly tried to keep up.
Soon we were in front of our green and white painted class room with a sticker of JSS1A on the door, some of my classmates were already inside.
Some were chatting while the others were reading.
I walked up to my seat trying to brush off thoughts of Donald and my cornflakes from my mind while I also brought out my New General Mathematics textbook out alongside my personal study notebook. I needed to be serious with my studies in this academy if I really want to come out as the best.
I quickly looked around for Donald only to see him seated with a straight face and his New General Mathematics textbook opened in front of him while his placed his left hand on his cheek and on his right hand a Biro(How the hell did he get set before me?)
I immediately tried to focus on my mathematics text not minding those chattering and making noise.
Soon, a woman smartly dressed in her old fashioned brown skirt and blouse matched with old brown shoes walked in as everyone hurried to their seating positions.
I was stunned when I realized the woman was Mrs. Deborah, the Senior Boarding House Mistress. Was she supposed to be our English or Basic Technology teacher? My eyes narrowed in confusion as I packed my mathematics books off my desk while I brought out both my English and Basic Technology textbooks.
‘Who were those making noise?’ She broke the sudden silence as she gesticulated angrily.
‘Who is the class captain?’ She growled.
‘I am the one ma’ Danjuma answered in a small panicky voice as he stood up slowly.
‘Where’s the list of noise makers?’ She asked him in a tone which sent shock down my spine as I fervently hoped my name wasn’t on the list of noise makers.
‘I didn’t know I was to write any list ma’ Danjuma said, trembling visibly as he avoided her gaze.
‘You didn’t know what?’ She bellowed.
‘So, you don’t know your duties as the Class captain, I will definitely speak with Mr. Victor’ She snapped.
‘Will you write me a list of noise makers now or…?’ She shouted, the veins on her neck visible.
‘OK ma’ Danjuma’s eyes narrowed.
‘I don’t want to hear pim, do you all understand? I am in the next class and if I hear anything again, I will thrash you all soundly’, she warned then strutted out of the class.
As soon as she was outside, a whistle sound went across the silent class.
‘I am writing names of noise makers now ooh’, Danjuma announced.
Another whistle went through again after which Kunle laughed hysterically.
‘Names of noise maker ko, noise maker of names nii’ He said letting out another whistle.
‘No 1, Kunle’ Danjuma announced, a look of anger on his face.
Immediately the bell rang, we all shouted joyfully as Mrs. Deborah had not come to come to collect the list of noise makers.
My name, Philip’s, Bimpe and five others had managed to get into the list not even for noise making but because we’d gone outside the class.
I was livid.
Hours rolled into days and it was Wednesday.
I woke up to the sound of the bell at exactly 5:02am
I was excitedly anticipating my interview into the press club and I had even dreamt the previous night that I was being interviewed by Ajao Kabir, the press club president alongside a lady whose face I couldn’t recognize.
Sadly, I woke up as they were about to announce the results.
I quickly said my prayers, brushed my teeth and took my bath quickly so as not to be locked out of the dining hall again.
By 6:50am, I was ready for class as I strapped my brown khaki school bag across my back, then made my way towards the dining hall and by 7:15am, the food prefect rang the bell while we stood up in unison, I was already used to it and all my rebellious tendencies had even reduced with time.
‘For the food we are about to eat we thank you oh Lord’
‘Amen’ we chorused as we sat down to our meal of bread, egg and watery tea.
‘Who is sweeping today?’ Musa Bimpe shouted, her left hand akimbo as she scanned the sweeping roaster pasted on the wall beside the white board.
‘Ayodele John, Bello Fatima,…’ she called out.
I remained on my seat as though I hadn’t heard her while the others stood.
‘John’ Bimpe shouted. ‘Today is Wednesday, and you are sweeping!’
‘I know’ I replied in a cold tone.
I didn’t see why I should bother sweeping as the others had almost finished and the class was looking quite neat.
‘I will report you ooh’ she threatened.
‘Report me nah’ I replied with a sigh of irritation.
‘Danjuma, John does not want to sweep ooh’ she reported to Danjuma.
‘So it’s Danjuma you want to report me to?’ I asked, a devilish grin on my face.
‘John, others have already finished sweeping, please just pack the rest’ He said simply as I wondered what had come over him today.
Mr. Victor entered the class as I immediately hurried to pack the refuse gathered at one corner of the class while everyone else stood.
‘Good morning sir’.
‘Good morning’, He said calmly.
‘Class captain, I hope no one is giving you issues.’ He asked in his deep baritone voice.
I glanced quickly at Bimpe, a pleading look on my face.
She was staring at me, I could see she was about to report me.
In fact, she looked eager to.
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