Like A Boss

Chapter 3

"Good morning dad." I greeted.
"Morning son, how are you doing?"
"Fine dad." I said,  taking a box of milk from the fridge.  Dad was going through his daily ritual of sitting in the armchair whilst reading a newspaper and sipping his cup of coffee.
"Good morning. "Jerome greeted.
" Morning." We all responded in Ghanaian fashion. He took a glass cup from the top shelf and poured some orange juice into it. I took a slice of brown bread from the rubber. Daddy's a health food fanatic. Most of the time, I'm forced to take whole grains, vegetables and all the boring and yucky foods you can think of.😩😩😩
And mum supports him. And you know that rant every parent makes at the dining table, "It's good for you and others in other countries would've loved to have it."
Pizzas.......... are hardly seen at home. I get them when I go out with my friends.
"Leslie, will you finish that?"Dad asked.
I emptied the contents of my glass cup and packed the bread I took.
"Dad, I want to take extra lessons from James."I said, trying to divert attention from the packing of the bread. Dad sipped some coffee, folded the newspaper and stared at me for some time.
"Leslie, it's all on you."
Whew,that was close. 😰😰😰
You know, if he and mum had looked at each other(the way most parents do) , it would have been another lecture.

Like, who said bosses ever needed help? 😎😎😎😎

Jerome picked up his bag and left. He's been attending these PhD courses at a nearby University affiliated to one in the US.
Anyway, did I tell you that in spite of all this, my inspiration comes from my cousin Mya? Well, she died a few years ago with her boyfriend in a car accident. Her picture hanging in the hall, gave me vybz..... wait, the correct spelling, vibes, whenever I needed it.
Her mum, my aunt, Aunt Melyssa, is a superwoman but that six year old daughter of hers is a pain in the 'a' double 's'. Seriously she's........... well, I've got nothing to say. Okay, she's cute but very rude. But for Uncle Roland, I thank him for introducing me to music.
"I've got to go."I announced. I rushed out and got into the school bus, which is one of the luxuries I still enjoy here in Ghana. I sat by Benny.
"What's up?"I asked whilst giving him a handshake. He nodded and I removed the bread from my bag and handed it to him.
"Hey thanks, that's really nice of you." he said.
Wow, another one (health food fanatic)
"Yeah, welcome and I like your watch."I said.
''This one is from my uncle. It has a two year international warranty, LumiBrite marker..... "
I yawned to express my boredom. Afterwards, I asked whether he was done and he was like," Nope!"
He stuffed his mouth with some bread and chewed noisily, whilst showing me the yucky mixture in his mouth. I got up and left to sit by Lee. As I left, I half-expected him to call me back.
And........... Oh, it's left with two more persons from my family. My grandad, he's a really nice and interesting person. Back home in Hughesville Brook(US), whenever possible with his jalopy. His wife is really nice and I call her every Sunday, according to the Boys League rules. And I think I should be getting Wendy a cupcake, one of these days. 😉😘😘😍😍

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''So a set is closed, under a given operation if the outcome of the operation on any two natural numbers of the set is also a member of the set.........................'' Mr. Buckle explained.
''Eh?'' I said to myself. I wasn't getting a thing and he announced that we'd have a test in some days time and I think that would be the one to decide where i'd be - if I'll be sent to sixth grade or not. Guys what's the big deal? the only thing I'll miss is the opportunities  to chat with friends at school.
Anyway,I looked around, outside and took a snuck look at my wristwatch.
''Yes!'' I said, knowing that it was some minutes more to the end of the Maths lesson.
''What?'' Lee asked.
''Leslie, will you stop what you're doing and pay attention to me?'' Mr. Buckle asked looking somewhat irritated.
I stared at the board at and heaved a sigh of relief as the bell signalling the end of the lesson rang.
''Goodbye class.'' He said whilst leaving.
Yeah, you know, not all goodbyes are sad .eg. ''Goodbye class.'' I read it from a book. Wait, I didn't read.....................it rubbed of on me.