Hell In A Cell- A Tall Tale

Shocking tale

       We left Mr. Solomon office promising him we would attempt his assignment and submit it in due time, and we vowed to perform better in other class assessment. Immediately we left him, we moved to the food canteen to get things go eat and drink. Some of us with ‘bar’ could purchase hot doughnut of Two hundred Naira (20 pieces) with a cold bottle of Pepsi to wash it down, some bought food amounting to about Three hundred Naira. We that our ‘bar’ was vehemently blinking ‘no service’ were just  looking for things with enough quantities, snacks such as Picnic or Fibre Active biscuits and will step it down with one cold pure water.
The part that do annoy me most was the coordinator of the senior's food dishing. A thin skinny man who walked anti-diagonal while on the staircase. While standing he moved his legs like someone on a rocking chair. You could count the strands of beards he had on his jaw and even on his head. The funniest thing was, HE WAS MY ECONOMICS TEACHER. Some days when he is talking vigorously on a topic, you could clearly see a silvery foam stuck at one side of his mouth. Sometimes it might even dart at you.
This same man was the one who when he started his job as a teacher, rented a self-contain apartment of which we help him in parking in, after two months we were still the same people that parked his things into a one-room apartment. He was a man who preferred to answer the juniors first before the seniors so we seniors had to wait until all the juniors were answered.
After we were attended to, I decided to check on Mr. Tayo the hostel master, to know how he was fairing. He was appointed SS2 class teacher so his table was  placed at an angle of the class. I walked into the class. He was relaxing by watching his favorite TV series on his laptop ‘Sleepy Hallows’ with a Nutri-Milk placed at the right side of his table. As we conversed, I peeped trough to watch the movie occasionally.
The bell was rung and everyone left to his or her classes. This time I was to have computer studies, I was the only one offering the subject in class of eighteen. I decided to pick my textbook and note and zoomed for the computer lab.
After getting to the computer lab, I caught sight of the computer teacher having an endless discussion with the French teacher named Mr. Mandi, I knew all their discussion would be about nothing other than the computer teacher's book, ‘20 laws of academic success’.
I sighed and asked him if we could have a class, he stood up, held my shoulder and said,
"All you have to do is read your textbook and solve about 100 questions per day to achieve academic excellence ".
"But Sir", I said," I have no idea on how to use the Corel draw program". I added.
He grunted a little and then drove me to a computer with a pre-installed Corel draw program.

"This is the pick tool, used for picking objects you designed, this is the text tool, used to input text to your object, this is...." He said while I noted. After explaining the uses, he designed the school logo and went back to his sit.
I was playing around with the program, creating designs and sometimes drawing what looked more like aliens in the cartoon Ben 10.
"Kola come over", he said.
I stood up and saw him thrusting a thin of Peak milk. I was so happy and I said in my mind "Thank God, at least a reward for all this stress".
"Design this with Corel draw"
I collected and walked back to my sit. While walking I shook the tin to feel if it had any substance,
Alas, It was an empty tin.