𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

13#𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐄𝐧𝐝

𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐄

I sighed deeply, picking my books from my locker and moving out of my seat. The 'Diane' girl was still on her seat, maybe she didn't know what we had.

We had chemistry midterm test. Mr Obaseki doesn't joke with punctuality. Her head was on her desk, I didn't want to disturb but I had to do what I had to do.

"Excuse me?" I tapped her lightly. She raised her head up. I moved back in shock. Her eyes were bloody red.

"What d'you fucking want?" She cussed at me in a tone that I couldn't believe would belong to a girl.

"I'm so-sorry but are you okay?" She stated at me like I didn't just ask a thing. She placed her head back on her table. I don't know why but I was still rooted on the same spot for some reasons I couldn't understand myself.

"Get the fuck away from me!" That was all it took to get me scrambling my ass out of the class.

On my way to the chemistry lab, I couldn't help but think about her. What could be troubling her?

She's always so withdrawn and always angry. Like she's deeply upset about something.

You may be wondering why we're going to the chemistry lab instead of staying in our class to write the tests.

I'll explain....
For some reasons, Mr Obaseki believes that we cheat a lot and he defo hates cheating. So we write his tests in his lab where he monitors us all he wants. He's the only teacher with this privilege though.

"Hey excuse me! Can you help me carry this materials to the chemistry lab?" That was the Head Girl, Fareeda. She handed me a big brown box. She smiled and walked towards the direction I presumed she came from.

And like an idiot, I carried the box all the way to the chemistry lab. I handed it over to Mr Obaseki who didn't as much as say 'thank you' to me.

He opened the box and brought out white A4 sheet and distributed it amongst us.

"As a good, caring teacher I'm supposed to ask if everyone is present. But that's the thing, I'm not! That's their loss not mine. And as usual, I don't retake tests." He said before chuckling humourlessly.

This man is pure evil.

My mind traveled to the dark girl sat in the class. She wouldn't be taking this tests, I'm not even sure she cared. Maybe her problems were more than the tests.

I'm well aware that 90% of the school's populace had different issues they were battling with. But it was all on them, they never showed it.

School was like a sanctuary, a place to escape reality for the horrible eight hours we spent. It was like their hideout. So they never disclosed their problems.

You'd see them with the brightest smile like everything was going fine when in reality, everything was crumbling.

"D'you mind taking this paper off my hand or should I return it into the box?" A voice pulled me out of my reverie. It was Mr Obaseki's.

He was stretching a sheet of paper to me, so I grasped it weakly. I opened the stapled sheets.

I didn't know most of the questions, they seemed foreign. That was when I realized I was done for.