Forged in the Fire (Part 2: The Servant)

Epilogue

TERM 3.

14th MAY,2023.

10:40 AM.

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG!!

It's a sunny Sunday morning at Richmond High School. The warmth of a new term fills the air as students move to their dorms and classrooms after a long church service, but the only thing Students could murmur about was last term's big incident. No one expected for a group of year 10 boys to do that much damage, damage that electricians have been fixing all vacation.

"Bro like they were right there," a junior said, pointing to the roof while getting his friends who weren't around up to speed on the whole attack.

His friends couldn't believe him, but the more people they asked, the more real it became. Students thought those things only happen in movies or abroad, but not their school; not Richmond High. But as soon as people saw him, there was nothing but smiles on their faces.

A Year 11 boy gracefully walked past the juniors. He wore a sky-blue button shirt, designed with darker blue African symbols. He matched that with black trousers with ironed lines. He was heading to the second hall for his first leadership seminar; he can't stop smiling either.

"Good morning, Senior Nhyira" juniors said in such a clear respectful tone.

"Senior Nhyira!!"

"Nhyira my guy!!"

"yo its Nhyira!!!"

Greetings and remarks just couldn't stop. He did deserve it, after all, he is the school's hero.

"SENIOR NHYI!!! SENIOR NHYI, HOLD UP!!"

Nhyira turned to see a junior with some other boys and girls catch up to him.

"Wassup?" He replied.

"Yrh, we cool" the junior panted. "We just wanted to ask (pant); how was it like? You know, way up there?"

Nhyira giggled with his mouth closed.

"Well, have you been to kakum park before?" Nhyira asked.

Most of them replied with an "yrh" or "of course",

"It's like that but slanted and way more dangerous."

"Woah" They all gasped.

"Siiiiiiiiiick" the junior exclaimed.

"Yrh, I did want to throw up!" Nhyira added.

They left him with giggles and more questions ringing in their heads, but he couldn't answer all of them. Maybe Nhyira should have given them a disclaimer, just in case one of them tries doing it in their homes.

He finally reaches the Hall to see Thomas, sitting in the very front row (which no one does) reading his notes from the sermon.

"Oh HEADIE! you're early?" Thomas sarcastically remarks.

"What are you even talking about bro?" Nhyira chuckles and shakes Thomas' hand. "So you won't even change clothes kraa? We're going to be here till lunch, plus your early when you convert everything into Ghana man time!"

"No, I'm technically a prefect now so I might as well start acting like one. Time is finite, and I will use it efficiently." Thomas said, waving his new pen.

"Yrh yrh. Eii, your trouser be SHARP paa. wooow!!" Nhyira comments.

Nhyira touches the tip of the line in his trousers and quickly takes his hand back, as if it cut him.