The day's assembly was the same as always: all the teachers spread across the veranda, their frowns so disappointed that you would have thought we were the cause.
They didn't just look disappointed, they were!
How the hell was school supposed to motivate us that we weren't compelled to study in a basic shit hole when the people teaching us were leading a fucked up miserable life. The headmaster steps forward and gives us his daily dose of principal bullshit.
"Advice" to be oddly specific, is what he called it.
What did I do to deserve this?
Was writing your homework on submission days so punishable?
It was just 7:55 and I already had a headache, with the scorching sun hitting me like the Harsh words that came out of the sacred mouths of teachers.
I innocently listened to all his announcements, but my thoughts only thought of him. The way he gazed at me, his genuine smile, and his focused eyes were solely on my stressed face, actualizing only a moment I had never had with any guy.
After the end of the COVID-19 pandemic, I found myself struggling to catch up on what I missed during online classes.
Online classes never worked in my favour; I was shy and always embarrassed to ask anything because of the way my voice sounded. Romance was my weak spot, and I had a lot of catching up to do.
No guy ever gave me that much attention in those 4-5 minutes in my entire life.
Those were indeed the best few minutes of my whole mental and physical lifetime.
I'm so tired of this school. The headmaster just screamed whenever he spoke to the entire school; teachers were unhappy with their lives, and our classboys at the back had already started Bonding and talking nonsense on the first day.
They barely knew each other but they just casually started talking. How the fuck does that work??!
I only knew about 5 of my former mates in the class but the rest were all new faces.
With one of them being our former junior who was not surprisingly promoted.
Why am I not surprised, you ask?
Well, her brother is less intelligent than she is, to say the least, and she always had more brain cells. But as time changed, now he was suddenly my senior.
Wait, what the fuck???
He couldn't even survive primary school because he was not serious with anything but playing PJ masks on the school playground. How did his parents await a good result now?
Natalie and I were lost in the class so far. I saw so many new faces, and I was so introverted that a tinge of fear overshadowed my petite body.
What if these people turn out to be like the ones I met in primary school?
School started last week Thursday and I still didn't have any of the new kid's names in my head.
This was all so fresh to my half-rotten brain!
The teachers, on the other hand, already introduced themselves, which wasn't a matter of me forgetting or 'knowing' their names since I was just going to call them "sir" and "madam" anyway.
I still had non-understandable homework to research and he was here spitting around the entire school.
Worst 15 minutes of my life!
I slightly lunge myself forward to stand in the same shade my new mate was currently stealing from me.
I hated the 'shortest stand front' type of rule.
I was taller than her but short to the other boys who were born like a fucking street light!
What the hell were they even eating??
Now I had to fry in the scorching African sun.
After the headmaster's yapping around, we were finally allowed to march to our class.
I sit back in my current sitting position and go through my student's companion book.
Ironically, 6 students in our present class of 16 were looking like 3D COVID-19 fighters. Natalie and I were included as well.
Who cared anyway?
The teachers had already introduced themselves, and I had personally concluded that Mr Seda, our French teacher, was going to blab the most during our lessons.
He looked like the African version of Michael Jackson gone wrong, but no one told him that.
But I couldn't complain, I was mixed.
The fact that the class had not been arranged in any logical order favoured Natalie and me since we sat close to each other.
A tall, thin man with finely polished Black shoes, a yellow and green dotted button shirt and a probably cheap made-in Dubai grey trouser walked in.
"Good Morning Sir " We sing in sync
"Oh, you can sit down," He says calmly whilst signalling us to sit back down.
As if we didn't already seem like we were bowing down to Queen Elizabeth III, he now had to signal us to make it more obvious.
He reintroduced himself as our class teacher, Mr Martin and took a glance at the entire class.
'What a class of unserious shitbags' He must have thought.
Yes Sir, that makes two of us then.
Deep down, I wasn't impressed by our class teacher. No way in hell would he speak to us this nicely in two weeks. We were chaotic!
He was also going to be our Religious and Moral Education (R.M.E) teacher.
Great! Just the perfect information I needed to start the term with.
I listened attentively and quickly examined the new strangers I would be spending the rest of junior high with.
"So what have you guys learnt in R.M.E so far?" He questioned us with great interest
WHAT TYPE OF QUESTION WAS THAT??
I didn't learn anything from those online classes; I was still in my freaking pj's throughout every single one of them.
He patiently views everyone in the class; the boys in the back exchange awkward looks, clearly indicating that they had no clue about any of this, having a smirk on their faces before essentially bursting out in laughter.
I watched over Natalie, who was dead silent and was waiting for others to speak up as well.
This bitch was in shy mode now.
Shit.
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