Don't tell me nonsense

Everyday Insult

Chapter 2 – Everyday Insult

In school, I don’t even want to be here kmt, but it’s better than being home with my mother. School is just stress to be honest all the pressure and ting like some of these teachers need to relax.

I get into my form room and just sit there daydreaming, I was early as usual. Mum’s always rushing me like I’m not always on time she needs to relax as well. Always downing me and saying tings like; I will not sow not to reap the benefits of my sacrifices and shit like that. She can never just chill, there isn’t once I can remember her saying: ahh Folake well done this result was marvellous; you are an intelligent child, my daughter Folake. Folake Folake you have outdone yourself.

No, instead it’ll be: you are a foolish girl; you mean to tell me you are in yr 11 and you are getting sixty over hundred are you alright sha? You are surely your father’s daughter, ode ni e, you are an idiot, an imbecile. You even take after him he is stupid as well, I don’t blame you, I don’t blame you jare.

I just keep thinking about the uncountable times she has insulted me. She insults me so much instead of helping me she will be showering me with insults on a daily. I wished I lived with my dad man even though he's a good for nothing bastard.

One day I will meet her expectations hopefully I will ever surpass them. We will see.

I smile at the thought of finally doing what is ‘expected’ and exceeding it. One day I think while smiling and looking towards the ceiling.

“Esther, here so early?” Ms James questions.

I nod

“Why?”

I just shrugged and say “You know how mums can be.”

“Yes, I had my fair share as a kid.”

I nod

“You ok?” I nod, “You’re a bit quiet.” I smile. Ms James, my form tutor has always known me as the loud one.

“Yeah, I’m ok I’m just thinking and it’s too early for noise uno, Monday as well.”

“I agree with you on that.” She cracks a small smile. What can I say?  I’m lovable.

Eventually everyone snaked their ways into the classroom for form, well most people, but some people bunk. I’m not even gonna think about bunking GCSE year and that, no time for nonsense. Some of my friends walked in, but I aint worried bout them it’s to early for conversations and I aint hollering so that’s their business and I knew they were gonna be on some banter ting and I was trynna listen to what Ms James had to say. Form ended and I started to make my way to my first lesson Maths. Urghh Mr Mensah as well that man don’t play, its dead silence and learning the whole session. Laugh your names on the list, talk your names on the list three strike system and you’re in detention with him for an hour. Don’t attend its peek for you. I hurried to his class because its trouble when you’re late and its Monday too early in the week for trouble.

I got to his door the lesson hadn’t started, yet Thank God. I stood behind my usual seat got out my equipment out and stood there. Soon majority of the class were in, the door was closed and people who just missed the bell stood there with looks of defeat on their faces it made me laugh. Internally, obviously. Mr Mensah said a lengthy prayer before we sat down. Then he attended to the boys out of the classroom grilled them and told them if they were ever late again they would bear the brunt of their disobedience.

We did some Pythagoras Theorem in 3D we did berr work and had extensions and homework. This man kmt. Throughout the lesson someone kept kicking my chair, but I kept my cool and continued doing my work. The lesson came to an end and I packed up my things and left.

“You can’t say hi, no?”

“No, I can’t so leave me alone it’s obvious that I don’t want to acknowledge your presence so leave me be; I do not have time for your bullshit ok.”

“Sorry attitude-isha.” I just rolled my eyes and walked off. Thinks everybodys gonna wait till he’s off his bullshit. He’s gotta know that me Esther for one don’t have time for his bullshit so he can fall the hell back cause I don’t know who tf told him to lean forward. Always has to be Raymond to ruining my mood.

I went to my next lesson, Drama. I’ve always loved this subject; you can just express yourself and be creative within your pieces. My group went through our performance and tweaked it a bit, there were a few arguments, but all in all it was good. Before I knew it Drama was over, I was kinda disappointed but at least there was break now.

I made my way to the playground and sat at the benches quietly before the squad showed up.

“What’s up with you, you’ve been hella quiet like its unreal.” Marianne said.

“Real talks, who do I have to bang up?” Patrice asked. I just laughed; this is why they’re ma girls.

 “Na I’m alright just one of them days uno.”

“Ah, I hear you fam.” Shai said

We just sat there having bants and then a few girls came chatting shit. Is it everyday?