The Final Year (PROJECT 2.0)

Away

A picture of Evans Kanu (Headboy)  in the multimedia.

The next day was not has eventful as the day before, it is too early to celebrate anyway but I haven't had any run in with Akeju and his group of minions so it is still much palatable.

Except from the words spoken to me by my dear roommate which was..

'you look like you got ran down by a truck'

Which was not a lie cause I know I look hideous but she really didn't have to point it out early in the morning while preparing for school.

The rest of my morning class was actually okay, no bullies, no lateness, no sudden attention. It was like everything went back to normal.

At break time, i refused to step a foot in the cafeteria for my breakfast because of what happened yesterday, i was scared at the same time embarrassed.

What if he pulls that prank on me again? And what he almost did last night, i mentally shuddered.

I found an empty class during the break time and quickly munched on the biscuit i took with me from the hostel, alongside the 'kunsoy' drink i bought from the tuck shop.

That should be able to hold me till lunch time. I can't believe am back to the habit of skipping meals again, i promised my parents i would not skip my meals but here I am, all because of my mate.

Who happens to be a manipulative bully....

I sat in silence after I was done with the little food i ate, ruminating over what others will be doing in the cafeteria.

I couldn't help but wonder whether there are other students like myself who preferred hiding away and eating their food in an empty class due to the fear of being picked on for being too fat for eating the food or being too thin whereas the food you are eating does not show the result.

I let out an heavy sigh as the bell rang to signify the end of the recess. I can't believe i spent good thirty minutes here.

Picking up myself, i went to my class. We had trade but there seem to be a meeting with the HOD Arts concerning our trade subject. He will like to have a meeting in the hall with all Ss3 students in attendance to discuss on some certain issues.

Picking a new note from my bag, I left the classroom taking slow leisure steps to the hall. I was among the first set of people that got there. I quickly find a secluded place to seat, away from attention.

Drumming softly with my pen, i watch students troop in, in numbers, groups, cliques and individuals. The last set of students to step in were the elite.

Why am I not surprised?

No one is going to check them for that. Who will chastise the school head boy and girl sef?

When no be say you don high.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as i saw the five walk towards my direction ignoring the attention and looks given to them by their mates.

I gulp as I lock eyes with Theresa Taylor, she only threw me a little smirk before following her friends, i exhaled as they walk past me but got nervous again when they occupied the row behind me even though there were empty seats littering the hall.

Before my thoughts went haywire, Mr Ubong called us all into order by clapping his hands together ordering the students to settle down.

Mr Ubong is a teacher who teaches business studies for the junior class and also commerce for the senior class. A quick gist about Mr Ubong, he has been in this school for over seven years, at first he was a corper before he was retained due to his teaching prowess.