When I get to the class I was assigned to, SS1B, I see that the best desks have already been taken. Yet another disadvantage of coming to school late on the first day.
I spy a desk at the second row, beside the window. Before anyone can get to it, I race towards it and slam my bag on its surface to claim it.
"Ahn ahn, calm down o. It's not fight." someone behind me says.
As I turn around to retort, I almost melt. It's Michael Omoruyi. It's like he got finer over the holidays. In just three months, he grew four inches taller, lost the few zits that threatened to mar his handsomeness last term and became more muscular. Just a little bit though. I find that body building thing way too much. I can even spy the beginnings of a moustache on his upper lip.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Muna? Are you okay?"
This remark brings me out of my reverie. I almost fall into it again. Just the way he says my name. Moo-nah. I could listen to him say it all day. I snap out of it. Can't have this boy thinking he's all that. He kind of is though.
"Nothing. Nothing. It's nothing. I'm okay, thank you." I snap this last part.
"Riiiiiight." He says, looking at me curiously. A boy calls him from across the class and he turns his attention to him.
"What was that?"
Joy dumps her bag on the desk beside me, displacing the one that was there before.
"Was I that obvious?" I wince.
"Are you joking? You literally were drooling over him like you were a dog and he was a bone," she laughs.
After a few seconds of me not laughing, she says, "Sorry now. It wasn't even that bad. I was joking."
"Whatever. I don't care."
"Sure." She continues to laugh hysterically.
"Um, Joy, I put my bag here first."
Joy and I turn to see Farida Ahmed, a timid member of our class, standing and looking very nervous. I don't blame her. Clashing with Joy is never fun. Joy eyes her up and down.
"So?"
"So, it's my seat. Please can I sit down?"
"It's your seat? When did your daddy buy it? How much did he buy it? Nonsense. In fact, come and show me your-"
"Joy, stop. Let her sit there. She was there first. The desk is too close to the front sef. You can sit here, behind me. It's even next to the window. Farida, don't mind her abeg, sit down." I say, while snatching Joy's bag and dropping it on the desk behind me.
"Better thank God for her o. You would have brought the receipt for this chair for me today. Rubbish."
Farida quickly occupies the chair before she changes her mind, shyly smiling her thanks to me. I nod at her. Sometimes, Joy can be so much. I'm just glad I'm here to balance her out.
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Everyone is chattering and gisting when Mrs Elliot enters our class.
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Muna Was Here
Novela Juvenil13-year old Munachi Edozie is beyond excited to start senior secondary school. She has no idea what it has in store for her. Follow Muna as she navigates senior school with all its challenges and hurdles, makes new friends and learns that growing ol...
