The story of my Egyptian life✔️

Chapter 4

I sat in history class, staring out the window.

The bright light's in the room could not distinguish the blazing light outside and the five fans in the room could only swirl around the heat.

The heat didn't bother me, since I was wearing a leather jacket with my skirt and top.

I usually like history class, but for some reason I can't concentrate.

It's not the stares...the whispers...it's about what I've done.

I've done the exact thing Patricia has done to me. Only worse...

As the teacher called my name, I could not hear him. I was too lost in my thoughts to notice him.

"Chike."he said. The roses outside were dying..."Chike."He said again. Oh how I would want to help them..."Chike!"He said.

The class turned to me and whispered my name. "CHIKE."he said, with a large emphasis on my name.

I finally turn to him. "Yes Mr. Jackson?"I asked distantly.

Mr. Jackson was a man with brownish black hair and silver eyes, tall, muscular and young.

Lots of girls adore him since he is four years older than them. But that doesn't mean he likes them back.

"Can you step outside with me, please?"he said. I could tell by the tone in his voice he is not in the mood for fun, as he usually is.

I frowned and nodded. I got out of my seat with a boy checking me out and whistling their approval.

I turned around and smacked him. "Chike, now!"Mr. Jackson roared.

He opened the door and I stormed out of it.

He lead me down a corridor into a hallway only the janitor walks in.

"You need to control your temper, Chike. And do not use your powers."Mr. Jackson said in a soft voice.

I frowned again. "What do you mean?"I asked cautiously, walking away.

He walked to me with his hands up. "Your mother mentioned me once. I am Malcom. Stay calm. The weather is getting hot as it is."he said, rolling his eyes a little.

I stood still and stared at him crazily. I muttered something about,"And boys say we have mood swings,".

He laughed a little.

"Your mother has gotten crazy ever since she was healed, wasn't she?"he asked.

I nodded. "Everything will be explained to you in a couple of hours. Just be patient."he said.

I nodded again and we headed to the classroom. The class settled down, and I knew it was in chaos as soon as we left.

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I walk out of the building, Malcom alongside me. My mother was in the parking lot, smirking.

"Did good, did she Malcom?"she asked mischevioulsy. He shoke his head and hopped in the car.

"Elena, how could Ra stand you?"he said.

I laughed in the backseat and rolled down the windows to stick my tongue out at the jealous girls as they watched Mr. Jackson ride with us.

They flipped me off and my temper got ahold of me again.

The door melted a little as we drove away. I settled into the seat and frowned. My lip pouted out.

My mother looked into the rear view mirror. "Guess we also need to help you with your temper. Has it been getting worse lately?"she asked.

I nodded. Malcolm stared out the window silently. My mother nudged him, keeping her eyes on the road.