My Crush My World

CHAPTER FOUR

Michelle's POV

I made my way to the dining room where dinner was already served, taking my seat without much enthusiasm.

"Sup parents," my elder brother Nonso said, removing his headphones and settling in.

"How are my wonderful babies?" My mum greeted us with a smile.

I served myself some spaghetti, two chicken laps, and started eating.

“So why did one of the servants call me downstairs when I could have had this meal in my room?” I remarked, feeling irritated.

“Baby girl, that's not a good thing to say. It's nice to eat and spend time with your family and loved ones,” my dad chided gently.

“I wish,” I muttered under my breath.

“Yes, your dad is right,” my mum agreed, placing her hand on my dad's and smiling at him.

I hated having dinner with my parents. It was annoying, and they wouldn’t stop meddling in my affairs. I wished they could just mind their business and stop treating me like a child.

“So dear, your dad and I went shopping. Guess what we got for you?” my mum said cheerfully.

Who cares?

“New books, stationery, two pairs of Nike sneakers, three school shoes, and your favorite Nike socks,” my mum continued, clearly excited.

I rolled my eyes internally. I wished they would stop treating me like a baby.

“Mum, please stop. I'm not a child anymore,” I protested.

“But you will always be our baby,” mum said, exchanging a knowing glance with dad, both of them chuckling.

“And what are the new books for?” I asked, feeling a sense of dread.

“It's a new term and a new class,” mum replied.

“Yes, I know. But I usually get my books and stuff at the school bookshop when I arrive at the hostel,” I explained.

“Oh dear, you are no longer going to that school,” mum dropped the bomb.

“What? Why?” I demanded, my frustration bubbling.

“You know why,” dad interjected firmly.

Oh no, now they were discussing pulling me out of school because of some murder case I knew nothing about.

“Mum, I didn’t poison Ria. She was my best friend! Why would I do that?” I protested vehemently.

“We know, honey. But we want a fresh start for you, away from all this trouble,” mum explained warmly, trying to calm me down.

“I don’t care what they say about me,” I exploded, standing up in anger.

“Listen to us, young lady,” dad's voice cut through my rage. “You are going to Silverstone High School starting next week. It’s one of the best schools in the country, and you will go there, whether you like it or not.”

I stormed out of the dining room, bumping into a maid on my way to my room and taking out my frustration on her.

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“Mrs. Nkansi, we assure you that your daughter is in good hands,” the principal reassured my mum.

“Thank you. I'm sure she'll adjust soon,” mum replied optimistically.

I rolled my eyes again.

“Welcome, dear,” the principal greeted me.

“Ok, she needs to go to her class now,” the principal directed, and I left.

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I followed a teacher named Miss Ore to class, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on me. After a brief introduction, I found a seat.

Later, three girls, with one clearly acting as the leader, asked another girl to vacate her seat. I expected the girl to refuse, but she complied without resistance.

What a pushover. If it were me, I would have ignored her and let her do her worst. What rubbish.

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The next morning, I woke up feeling something inside my ear. As I opened my eyes, I saw my brother rubbing a feather in my ear.

“Gross,” I exclaimed, sitting up.

Nonso burst into laughter, and I shot him an angry look.

“You're going to be late for school,” Nonso reminded me.

“That doesn't mean you get to rub a feather on my ear. I don't even know where you got that from,” I replied, annoyed, as I got out of bed.

“And stop barging into my room. I'm not a child anymore; I'm a fully matured lady now, so respect that,” I added firmly.

“Look who's talking, as if I haven't seen more than you,” Nonso teased, laughing, and quickly left my room before I could question him further.

After freshening up, I headed downstairs. My mom insisted on dropping me at school today, despite my protests about it being the driver's job.

“Goodbye, baby, take care. Momma loves you,” she said before driving off.

On my way to class, a boy with a strong build accidentally bumped into me.

“Sorry,” he muttered, and I grumbled inwardly.

In class, Mr. Okan, our math teacher, finally arrived. While he wrote on the board, I glanced out the window and noticed the same boy who bumped into me earlier staring at me. Turns out, we're in the same class.

I focused on my work as Mr. Okan began teaching. He had given an assignment the previous day, and I hoped he wouldn't forget to check it today.

Luckily, just in time, a girl reminded him, and the class erupted in complaints about the workload.

Next, our physics teacher came in, and I felt confident in the subject as I had revised it thoroughly.

During break time, I checked my messages from friends at my old school. When I looked up from my phone, I witnessed Belinda, a girl I had just learned about, pouring water on another girl.

Wasn't she the same girl Belinda had asked to move from her seat? I wondered why the bullied girl allowed such mistreatment.

Deciding to stay out of it, I returned to class after the break. On my way to the restroom, I encountered the victim of Belinda's bullying leaving. I couldn't help but express my frustration, telling her how important it is not to let others walk over her like that.

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Hey guys 😃

How do you feel about Michelle?

And also her parents,do you wish to have that kind of parents.me:yes(but please stay out of my private life am no longer a baby 😜.)

Who do you think the boy that bump into Michelle is?.