COMING FROM AFRICA [Completed]

SIMBA? REALLY?!

We arrived in front of a large school building with a lot of teenagers of every race and nationality walking and chatting. I took a deep breath.
New life, new school get ready cause this Nigerian Queen is a walking tornado about to hit y'all!
"Are you getting down or not?" Chinelo asked when she was I wasn't opening the car door.
"Chillax for me." I snapped at her. I really don't like being rushed. I jumped down from the car and I see people stare at me. This makes me self conscious.
Ah! Do I have something on my face or what? How can they just be staring at somebody? Don't they know that it's rude? Nawa oo!
"What is doing you today? Be moving!" Sometimes, I want to slap Chinelo out of existence. She is either blind to the things around her or she just doesn't care.
"Can you not see the way people are staring?" I hissed at her.
"Hmm! And so?"
"It's okay just go." I replied because she is making me irritated now.
My mom leads us to the school receptionist.
"Hi, I'm Patricia Okafor and I called on Wednesday about my daughters' enrolment."
"Oh hi. I'm Ariana, the school receptionist.
Wow! We didn't realize. I roll my eyes internally.
"I'd like you to fill in these forms." She hands each of us a form to fill. The form was asking us simple questions like name, age,nationality, class in former school, etc. Later, Chinelo and I took an entrance exam. It was easy actually. Maybe it's because I have a high IQ. Either way I passed. So did Chinelo.
"Ege-oma, you are in the 11th grade and Chinelo you are in the 10th grade." Ariana, the schools' receptionist said, mispronouncing my name so badly I'm sure I cringed when I heard my name. I think I should start introducing myself as Clementina from now on.
"Would you like to see their classes Ma'am?" Ariana directed this question to my mom. I could see indecision in my mom's eyes as she looked at her watch. I knew she was running late so I said in Igbo, "We will be fine. Go so that you won't be late for work." She nodded at me.
"No, I'm late for work so I will be leaving now." She said to Ariana.
"You girls should take care. Remember what I said."
"Yes mommy." We replied.
"Have a nice day. God be with you." My mom said to us after kissing us on our forehead.
"You too. Thank you Ariana." My mom said to the friendly receptionist. She turned on her heels and speed walked back to her car.
"Okayyy... who is ready for their first day? Let's head on to your classes. Here is your schedule for the year." From the schedule she just handed me, I notice that I have English as my first class.
"Umm... Miss Ariana?"
"Yes Ege-oma?!"
"Could you call me Clementina?"
"And call me Joy? Chinelo pipped in.
"Sure Clementina and Joy. It makes it more easier, don't you agree?" She laughed.
"This woman is nice." I heard Chinelo whisper from behind me in Igbo. I nodded at her and smiled. All of a sudden, a bell rings. The student begin to rush by in a hurry to get to class—I'm assuming. Ariana then shows us two empty lockers. She gives us the combination and shows us how to work it. I empty my books in to the locker and Chinelo empties hers into the locker three steps away from mine. Next, she takes Chinelo to her class. She introduced her to the teacher and class.
So far so good
Now we are heading to where I'm assuming my class is. She stops abruptly in front of a door and opens it to find no teacher in class while the students joking around.
"Eh hem!" All movement seized.
"There is a new student that will be joining you today." She pushes me to the front of the class so I could introduce myself.
"Hi! My name is Ijeoma. You can call me Clementina though. I'm African."
"That explains your dress." I heard someone say from the back.
"Did you ride Simba to school today?" Someone added which made the others snicker.
What the hell?! Simba? Really?!
Before I could answer though Ariana spoke up.
"No nasty comments. Take any empty seat."
I noticed an empty seat that is close to the window so I sat there.
"Where is your teacher?" I heard Ariana ask. Since no one answered, Ariana decided to leave. She motioned for me to come before she left though.
"Your dress is really pretty by the way. Enjoy your day." She said to me outside. That comment made me smile.
"Thank you." I replied and she left.

When I entered back into the class, I saw two people standing in front of me. I towered over them. Have I mentioned that I'm tall? No? Well I am. 5 feet 11 to be precise.
"Move out of the way jungle girl!" One of the girls snapped.
Jungle girl ke?!
"Excuse me?" I asked. Maybe I didn't hear her well the first time.
"You heard me!" She said, folding her arms. I take a good look at the girl and laugh.
See a monkey calling a fellow monkey black.
The girl standing before me is darker than I am, yet she mocks me. I don't have time for this mumu girl early this morning so I walk past her and head over to my seat. I'm not a shy girl. Oh no! It's just that before I do something stupid, I remember my mom's advice. Sometimes I actually hear her voice in my head. Hearing an African mom's voice threatening to slap you senseless and yelling at you in your head should push away any stupid thoughts from your mind. It works like a charm for me every time.
A teacher came to class eventually. A substitute I think. Miss Delbert I think. She is a nice lady. Reminds me of one of my teachers back in Nigeria. Because of that thought, I began to miss Amanda even more. She asked me to introduce myself again.
"My name is Ijeoma. You can call me Clementina as well. I'm African." I repeated.
"Which part of Africa are you from?" She asked suddenly interested.
"I'm from Nigeria. It's in West Africa."
"I have been to Nigeria before. It's such a nice place and you guys have cute accents." She beamed at me. I could already tell then when she gets over excited then her face turns slightly red.
Someone, I'm assuming the first person who asked me then said again, "Did you ride Simba to school? Or was it an elephant?"
Ah ah! What is up with these people and Simba?
"That is not true Colum. Africans don't ride on elephants or lions to go to school, do you Clementina?"
"No, we don't."
"Thank you. You may have your seat."
I look to the back of the class and catch Colum's stare. He winks at me but I glare at him so hard that his smile falters. I inherited the glare technique called 'the look' from my mom. That woman can give a mean look which will make you cry out.
Dumb blondes! He isn't helping me clear my doubts about whether blondes are dumb or not. Bimbo!

School has started😌 The struggle has begun. Remember, not all the things here apply to all whites or Americans. Some of you are very knowledgeable and smart. It's the others that I'm worried about😒 Anyway, keep reading my baby Unicorn🤗 Love y'all my African and non-African families❤️
Glossary:
Nawa oo: It is an expression. Normally used to express shock or surprise.

Ke: I don't know what it means😂 It's just an expression I guess.
I need help with these lingos oo Chale😓Help me. SOS call🆘😴
Peace✌🏽flowersandbooks16