NUNYA

1

Nunya's P.O.V

The school bell rang thrice.  My eyes quickly glanced up at the classroom wall clock right above Mr. Tsita's head.

4:15pm.

School had closed for the day. My heart did a happy flip, and my ears drowned out everything the boring man had to say.  I began to pack my books and put them in my backpack when a loud voice called my name.

"Nunya!"

That had to be Mr.  Tsita. I mentally cringed.  Without looking up, I mumbled a "yes, Sir."

"Have I officially dismissed the class?"

"No, Sir." I fidgeted with the strap of my backpack.

"Look at my face!" he boomed.

I obeyed. The class giggled.

"The next time I catch you packing your books before class is officially dismissed,  you shall be severely punished. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now, class is dismissed."

The entire class erupted into a cacophony of chatters and noises of books slamming as everyone got ready to go home. I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding and finished packing.

"He scared the crap out of you,  didn't he?"

I looked up to see my best friend Janet staring at me with a sympathetic.

"Aswear," I said, grabbing my backpack and slinging it around my shoulders. "Acting as if he wouldn't eventually dismiss the class."

"I know, right?" Janet agreed. "His lessons these days are very boring."

I threw my arms in the air and looked up to the ceiling. "I thought I was the only one who realised."

"There's two of us dear. Let's head out while we're at it," said Janet, pointing to the door.

"Sure thing."

I got up, and we walked out of the class onto the corridors. The corridors were my favourite part of the school because the way the sun blessed them with its rays was very beautiful. No matter how hot it was, you would always want to stand there forever and look at the sun-kissed lawns and shrubs and their healthy-looking green leaves.

"So... how do you think today was?" Janet asked.

"Not bad at all. Aside from what happened with Mr. Tsita just now, I'm alright," I answered, then asked, "Your day was pretty eventful?"

"It was. Some very weird things happened  though," she blushed.

I know, blushes aren't visible in black people, but Janet was a very light-skinned mixed race girl with German roots, so you could see that little reddish tinge hovering over her cheekbones a little bit.

My eyes brightened at her words. "Tell me about it."

"Okay... I got a note from Maxwell Danquah."

I stopped. "You mean Maxwell Danquah as in theeeeee Maxwell Danquah? Best basketball player Science-3 boy Maxwell Danquah?"

She nodded.

Maxwell had been Janet's crush since we started high school, and he was in his final year, which was one year ahead of us. He barely spoke to girls, but because he was a shark, an NSMQ team member and boys' basketball captain, he was every girl's dream.

Except mine. Because I don't do relationships.

Janet's obsession with him was one I found annoying because she had posters of him on her bedroom wall but not a single picture of me. So much for being her best friend.