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3. Home Sweet Home

  Last class before school's over is Geography. We really haven't had any teachers walk into the classroom for most of the day. Just the Maths teacher actually. I get what Dafe meant when he said this is a class for 'outcasts'.

My friend stands up to go and remind the teacher that we've got a class with her. I found out she's a lady from my classmates. And I don't think they like her. For heaven's sake what teacher would they like?. I'm very sure if one fell from heaven they'd still have issues with him or her. I mean you can tell just how much they don't like this woman with the way they make to stop the class captain from going to call her.

"You want to call 'miss boring' abi?", one says.

"I hate Geography, I swear!!", another one chips in.

One even goes as far as standing in the doorway so the prefect doesn't leave.

"Cross here let me see.", she says as she blocks the way.

You can guess just who takes it this far. If you guessed Cassandra then you're right.

I fear for my friend.

"Hope it doesn't turn to something else", I pray silently. But that should be a punishable offence right?. 'Obstructing a class captain on duty' or something like that.

"It's just thirty minutes na. At least let's just give her that", he tries to persuade her. She reluctantly steps away from the door a little bit to let him pass. My friend tries to squeeze himself through the little space available. In a bid not to piss her I guess. With an evil grin plastered on her face, she watches him squirm as he moves through to the other side.

"Someone's a scaredy-cat..", she remarks, sticking out her tongue to him as he tries not to as much as make contact with her.

This girl is just plain mean!!.

Few minutes later, the teacher walks in with the class captain tagging along. She looks quite young, looks to be fresh out of college. These kids must really give her a hard time doing her job.

Most of the kids in this class were present at the summer lessons. From what I gathered, it's quite compulsory for students entering JSS 1, SSS 1, and SSS 3. So she's quite familiar with their nuisance.

"Good afternoon class", she manages to say with a slight stammer to it. 

"Okay... Let's start with the scheme of work for this term. Class prefect, cou...could you please help me ta...take this round the class". He hesitates a bit not sure what he heard but then she signals with her hand for him to come forward. She scribbles 'the solar system' on the board. The students laugh at her writing.

"See as e be like where fowl dey find food"(Her writing is scattered like where a chicken is scratching for food), one guy says. I try to stiffle a laugh.

"So, who...who can tell me wha...what a solar system is..?". No answer. I really want to put my hand up but I'm afraid I'd get eaten alive for indulging. She's still looking around for an answer.

"No one kno...knows?". My hand goes up eventually. And I can feel the murderous stares of my classmates around me. I almost want to retreat and act like my hand never went up but it's too late, the teacher has spotted me.

"O...okay, you. Help us. Wha... what's your name fir... first of all?."

"My name is Obiajulu ma."

"O...okay Obiajulu, help us.... Wha... what's a solar system?."

"A solar system is any group of planets that all move around the same star. Our solar system is made up of the sun and all the planets that move around it."