Wonderland

Slovenia

"How am I supposed to know that Slovenia is a country, heck I don't even know whether it is in Africa because if it isn't here, forget it." I am done writing notes for this oyinbo teacher. my best friend giggled beside me

"You should just do it, Gina!" she whispered
For your own good, she mouthed
I scoffed but didn't argue.
Mr Bethford sighed as he looked at both of us. That man has an habit of doing that when he catches students talking like he pities us.

But I guess it has an advantage though, he doesn't punishes or beats us. The bell rang signalling the end of the class. How do I even manage to pass this class?

1 more class to break time.

Mr Bethford gave us an assignment to choose random countries from pieces of paper conducted by our class captain to write history about. I just can't keep wondering how I have never heard of it.

Maybe Nigeria is really an underdeveloped country
Maybe I haven't learnt anything in school
Maybe I am just a...

"Hey Gina!" I turned my head to look at my best friend sighing with her stupid behaviour. "You don't shout, mumu! I am right beside you"I told her as if she was still learning the alphabet.

" I was just trying to save my bestie from Wonderland" she says innocently but I didn't miss the mockery from her voice

"Like you care, Folake"

The next teacher was a pretty missus which at the sight of her,the class almost groaned
Even I almost did but as soon as we saw her expression we thought it would be a good idea not to do so apart from Tunde Williams

After giving Tunde two lashes of cane, our beloved teacher decided to start her horrifying lesson.

Only if I have a phone

I think I might reconsider doing Art class, I mean after two subjects has teachers I can't stand to bear then I will just start going for Science. I am just in SS1

Too bad I love literature, I sighed again. I started listening to the teacher and gladly I found the lesson interesting and started writing words that I might find relevant for me in future

After 45 minutes of peaceful existence of our missus she told us to make notes and left the class with a disgusting smirk.
I am sure she wants us to fail this class

It's break time and I see students roaming in and out of class, I am reluctant to stand up that is until my best friend decides to grace me with her presence

"Are you buying any snacks?" She asks eyeing me somehow torturing me to say no
"Yeah, why?" I said giving her my signature unimpressed face. "Nothing"

I walked out of the class taking the N200 from my pocket in my school uniform before heading to the Tuck shop. Our school is a private school but I wouldn't really call it private because it doesn't fit the standards.

Standards are those opportunities that are given to students because of some particular reason. Folake's definition...though I agree with it.

I just keep roaming and eating around because there's no cafeteria and hell I cannot eat in class with those hungry nincompoops.

I decided to stab the next class and go to the library, that's very easy because our teacher wouldn't come until after thirty wasted minutes. I choose the nearest one because I can't sacrifice walking further. I opened the door and peered inside like a rat gladly there were few humans who didn't notice me.

"How come England is in the dictionary and not Slovenia?" Racisym
"It's a British dictionary" A voice said in my head.
"I didn't..."
I hoped that the person would not see the dismay on my face. But I have turned to look at the gender of the voice. I wanted to jump back because I don't fancy boys especially their presence, too much watt pad books told me not too.

"Gina, do you remember me?" He asked and he was really using my face/expression!

"Hi, Neighbour?" I remember this idiot but I am not telling him that because I am not the same Gina he knew back then maybe I think so.
"Gina"I took the other route out of the lesson I have lost my appetite for studying.