A School Of Weirdos

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Have you ever sat down comfortably and just let your mind ponder about some weird shit going on? Like, it feels like there's something fishy going on. Anyway, I don't mean to use the cuss word, but I just can't help it, and you know why? It's because of what I'm about to say. This is the continuation of my story:

The next day at school, no teachers acted weird, and that's what I wanted. But something unusual happened. For the very first time since I started John Felix Academy, none of my classmates acted weird. Like, none!!! The school seemed like a very normal school. It's funny, right? Isn't it ironic? A school full of weirdos suddenly became a school full of normal people on that single day, and I found it weird. The sudden change in behavior by my classmates was hard to wrap my mind around. It almost seemed like they were controlled.

During the breaks, I had fun with my friends as usual. We chatted and played. And classes went smoothly. Even Mr. Matthew, Mr. Steven, and Mr. Fungawa behaved normally. It was a blissful day at school, and I went home feeling happy, but I couldn't shake the eerie feeling that something strange was afoot.

I was deep in thought on my way home, and my mind kept coming back to the same question: what could possibly be causing this change in behavior?"

When I got home, I greeted my mom and she welcomed me and asked about how school was, just like she usually does. I told her school was fine and she could see the joy on my face, which I barely show once I come back from school.

Well, that's because I keep showing her a neutral expression almost every time I come back from school and I could sense that sometimes, she tries looking into my soul. It felt like she sometimes doubted my reply that school is fine.

So, that very day, she saw something different and I could see she believed me 100%.

"It seems that something fun happened in school today. Can you tell me? I would love to know," she said, giving off a pleading smile, which was adorable. Her smile had some effect on me but there is no way I will tell her that I'm happy because no one acted weird in school and they were all normal and all of that. The thought of telling her gives me the cringe.

"Well, Mom, it's actually nothing that unusual. Today just seemed more fun like everything went well in my favor," I said, and that made her give off a pleased smile.

In a way I didn't lie and in a way, I lied also but that didn't matter to me because I succeeded in answering her question.

With that, I took off my uniform and had my bath before changing into my house clothes. I just wore shorts that reached almost my knee and a blue T-shirt. I stayed in the living room with my mom watching TV as I ate bread and yogurt, which is one of the best things I love eating.

After thirty minutes of watching TV with my mom, I saw my mom feeling sleepy and our eyes met.

"Make sure you do your assignment, Paul. Don't let me wake up to see you haven't," she said before falling asleep.

My mom always falls asleep shortly after getting home from work. I understand; her job must be incredibly stressful, and the strain shows in her eyes most days. Finding her already asleep, I switched the TV from the Nigerian soap opera to an animal documentary channel, something I find soothing.

But then, that eerie feeling returned, nagging at me. I tried to brush it off as mere overthinking, but couldn't shake the unease. I found myself daydreaming about how wonderful it would be if everything at school remained normal forever.

After an hour of TV, I suddenly remembered my mom's reminder to finish my assignments before she woke up. Hastily, I dove into my schoolwork, completing it within the hour.

That night, my dreams drifted to John Felix Academy. In the dream, the school was remarkably ordinary, and I graduated happily. It wasn't a nightmare, but rather a pleasant vision. Still, deep down, I knew it couldn't possibly become reality. There was an inexplicable feeling that there was more to know about the school.

The next morning, after my usual routine, I headed to school. Upon arrival, everything seemed strangely normal, which surprised me. I half-expected peculiar behavior to surface later, accustomed as I was to odd occurrences at school.

Classes that day proceeded smoothly. For the first time, Tutor Beatrice didn't bring her cat, and her computer lessons flowed without feline interruptions. It felt like a positive change, one I wanted to share with my friends Michael and Amanda, though for some reason, I kept it to myself.

As the school day drew to a close, I found myself pondering: Could everything truly be returning to normal permanently? The thought brought a glimmer of hope, especially with the weekend ahead. Friday, my favorite day, held promise, and I eagerly discussed plans with Michael on our walk home.

As Saturday approached, anticipation bubbled within me like a pot on the verge of boiling over. The thought of reuniting with Mom's friend and her child filled me with excitement, knowing that we would spend the day immersed in fond memories and shared laughter. Yet, beneath my excitement, I longed to confide in Isaac about my experiences at John Felix Academy.

Isaac was more than just a friend; he was a confidant, someone with whom I could share my deepest thoughts and fears. I knew that his reaction to my stories would be insightful, perhaps even surprising, but above all, I hoped that our conversation would provide the clarity and reassurance I sought.

As I counted down the hours until our meeting, optimism pulsed through my veins, infusing each moment with a sense of possibility and hope. For in Isaac's company, I found solace and understanding, a safe harbor in the stormy sea of uncertainty. And so, with a heart full of hope and anticipation, I eagerly awaited the day ahead.

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