Hell In A Cell- A Tall Tale

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        The bell was rung and everyone was to return to his or her classes. The prefects were busy having their ceremonial brief meeting. You could clearly see Bola who loved being addressed as Praiz, looking radiantly in her blue-faint shirt and navy-blue skirt with a glittering rosy-red tie having the school abbreviation "G.HS" written on it. She was the head girl and had been obvious in her attitude and relationship with people ever since she was chosen.
        The students returned to their classes waiting for their subject teachers, but as for me? I was vehemently praying this bald-headed man forgets he was having a class.
In not more than three minutes, an average heightened man with an obvious little protruding belly entered the class with a marker on his right hand. He went straight to the board, faced it for some minutes, shutting his eyes like someone in deep thoughts then faced the class for us to greet.
He was our Mathematics teacher and it was obvious because the nature of his smooth surfaced head could clearly tell you how good he was in his field. Most times I looked at that head and thanked God I didn't know Mathematics-so hilarious, probably because I was scared of getting bald like him. His name was Mr. Solomon and he was famously known for his expertise in his field has a Mathematics teacher. We believed he had a 2-1 at the University of Lagos. Most students loved to be around him, same as I but his subject? No. Looking at him standing right in front of the wiped white board, I wished I could stand up and shout, “Sir how come you understand this folktales of figures, it's movements and placements so well?"
           My heartbeat increased rapidly when he told Tade to get our notes from his table. You could clearly see Tade running for the errand like someone who had won a raffle draw for a trip to Kuvukiland. I kept watching, searching for a similarity between Mr. Solomon and Tade and I noticed one thing was obvious. You could notice the resemblance in the architecture of their heads. Tade is a tall barrel-chested boy whom was known for his hairstyle which was lower-cut instead of low-cut. His head was like a spherical plate of Yoruba's hot Amala and a perfect example to teach the area of a circle which is. Maybe that was why he was good at Mathematics.

Tade hurried back in seconds like the comic Flash with notes hanging on his hands. He shared the notes with ease and they were immediately opened by their owners with eager hearts to know their scores.
From the ‘after-faces’ of each person, you would be able to tell if they passed or not. I turned back and met smiles on the faces of Bola, Tade, Kenny and Tunde (the famous fraternal twins) and without much ado, I knew they made it. I then turned to the girl on my right, a girl with big-round Chameleon eyes called ‘Rhodazian Gorilla’ (her name was Rhoda, she had bulgy eyes and wasn’t that pretty) and then I turned to some other people at that moment, then I knew the world had both day and night. Jago (a short-thin boy usually at the front of the line on the assembly ground and known for his zeal for dancing), Bolu (an average heightened girl with short hair of whom we assumed that her hair grew an inch every decade and a Milli inch every leap year.
"Don't look at the others, what about you?"I said to myself.
I looked straight down to my opened note on the table and expected to see a magical 10/10. Immediately my eyes color changed into red like one similar to that of Scott in Teenwolf, that moment when he was about changing to a werewolf. I felt a loud and continuous rumbling in my tummy, I was confused if it was because of the early morning Moi-Moi and Pap made by Mama Sekodun that we took in the hostel or my current predicament.
        Mr. Solomon looked at our faces and frowned his face strongly. You could clearly see those four mighty wrinkle lines forming on his forehead. He shouted,
“If you score below five over ten, standup!" You would be so surprised to watch the slow motion in crescendo with our shaky legs like that of crushed cockroaches. He asked,
"If you score four, sit down!" I was surprised to see half of us sitting down. I wished Amadioha could open the floor and swallow me at that moment but I guess the ground opener was on holidays. He kept counting down scores from four and finally got to one and I noticed we were up to five standing. My heart gladdened, knowing I have relatives. Mr. Solomon mouth-lashed us with abuses and reasonable advices and afterwards he told us to sit.
Surprisingly, he asked "if you did not attempt the questions at all or scored zero stand up!
" I thought I was the lowest, not knowing I had servants in my castle of failure. I watched two students standing up looking like prisoners charged with capital punishment.
Gbagaun! Gbagaun!
The bell rang meaning it was time for a change of period. Mr. Solomon looked abruptly and said,
"Prepare for Algebraic expression by lesson time" and we all echoed,
"Yes Sir".
"Both of you standing and those that scored below five, follow me" he commanded and left.