Morning came, and I awoke with memories of nightmares.

I dreamt about Mr. Steven and Mr. Fungawa. In the dream, the two were smiling at me creepily. Mr. Steven asked me in the dream if I liked knives and how it would feel to be stabbed by one. Mr. Fungawa, on the other hand, was smiling at me with a villainous grin.

I also dreamt that the teachers in the school, including the principal, took me to an unfamiliar location inside the school. The dream left me feeling uneasy, and I couldn't shake the sense of dread that lingered after waking up. I felt like something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Even so, I had to let that feeling go as I got ready for school. I didn't tell my mom about what had been going on at school, and I wondered how long I would be able to keep it from her.

Later that day, during our second period, a troubling incident unfolded.

Mr. Matthew, our Basic Technology teacher, entered the classroom with an unusual seriousness. His eyes were red. Once he was at the front of the classroom, his piercing gaze swept over all of us students.

To me, it seemed like he must have been under the influence of drugs, maybe something like marijuana, which is sometimes called "Igbo" in Pidgin.

The whole class was completely silent while his eyes were on us, and I could almost hear the sound of our collective breathing.

After scanning us with his eyes, he cracked his hands and neck before beginning to teach. His behavior seemed unusual, and his voice sounded husky, like that of the hideous-looking monsters I'd seen in movies.

He taught us about mechanical devices and systems, and the focus was on the different types of machines.

I found it difficult to pay attention to what he was teaching, and I was deep in thought. I was wondering about his change in behavior, as he'd never acted this way since I started attending the school. Sensing my distraction, his gaze suddenly locked onto me. He stared at me for an extended period of time without blinking, all the while continuing to teach.

Under his gaze, I felt like a doomed mouse under the scrutiny of a deadly viper, to be consumed at a later time. It was a disconcerting experience, and I found myself becoming more and more uncomfortable.

Well, he didn't stare at me forever, and he eventually shifted his gaze to his watch. For the remainder of the class, he didn't stare at me again, and I was relieved. After his class ended, it took about ten minutes before the next teacher came in.

During that ten minutes, I was lost in thought, and I didn't even pay attention to what Amanda and Michael were discussing. I was thinking about the fact that some teachers can act strangely.

After Mr. Matthew's strange behavior, I started to think that maybe some of the teachers, including the principal, were weird. However, I resisted that line of thinking, as I felt there wasn't enough evidence to prove that. I knew that I was just making assumptions based on a few incidents, and that it wasn't fair to judge all the teachers based on that.

After ten minutes had elapsed, the cat lady came into our class. Tutor Beatrice, who was nicknamed "the cat lady," was the only teacher to whom I referred by that nickname, and I certainly never addressed her as such. She looked elegant and beautiful, as usual, and her black kitten was perched on her shoulder.

As the school's only fashionista, she always looked impeccable. The way she taught computer science was amazing, and she didn't display any of the strange behavior I'd seen in Mr. Matthew's class.

When the bell rang for our first break, I realized that not all teachers are weird. After all, I'd just had a perfectly normal class with the cat lady, and my math class we had with Tutor john during the first period had been perfectly normal, too.

During the break, while Amanda, Michael, and I were chatting on the school courtyard, I brought up how some of our teachers were acting strangely.

"Guys, I observed something. Tutor Matthew acted weirdly today," I said.
"Yes, I noticed it, too," Amanda and Michael said in unison.

"It was really unusual for him. He never acted like that before this term," Michael said.

"And I've never seen him look like someone who is a smoker," Amanda added.

"Exactly, you said it as if you read my mind. We all saw his red eyes. It's like he smoked something, like Igbo," I said.

"It's hard to believe that Tutor Matthew is a smoker, though," Michael said, placing his hands on his chin, deep in thought.

There was a brief silence before I spoke again.

"Yesterday, Tutor Steven and Tutor Fungawa were acting strange, too. Didn't you guys notice it? Tutor Steven was singing strange songs when he entered our class and…" I said, but Michael cut me off before I could finish my statement.

"Tutor Steven sang strange songs during our first term. It's actually a normal thing he does. Everyone in the school knows about it, except for students like you who started this school last term. I know he didn't sing any strange songs last term, and that surprised us. We thought he'd changed. But don't worry about the songs he sings. He just does it for fun. You can call him a weirdo for it if you want. I know his songs make him sound dangerous, but trust me, he is harmless. He's like those rappers who like to brag about doing or want to do bad things, even though they don't really do them."

"I see," I responded, about to say something further. "What about Tutor Fungawa? He was wiggling his hands in a strange manner yesterday. Isn't that odd?"

"I agree with you. It's a bit strange," Amanda responded first.

"But we shouldn't worry too much about that. Although it was the first time I saw him do that, I'd heard rumors from senior classes that he was fond of doing that, which was during our first term," Michael said.

After hearing what Michael said, I decided not to worry too much. Whether the teachers are weird or not, it shouldn't be a big concern as long as they don't have any evil intentions towards us. That was what I thought.

We then moved on from the topic of weird teachers and started talking about other things until the bell rang, signaling that the break was over.

Well, fortunately, the rest of the classes that day went smoothly. No teachers acted weird and Incase you all are wondering, we never had Mr. Steven nor Mr. Fungawa classes that day, and I felt somewhat relieved by that.

The school day finally came to an end, and we all headed home. When I got home, I greeted my mom and she asked me how school was. It was our usual conversation. I thought of telling her about the weird things that had been happening at school, but I hesitated and decided to let it go.

Later that night, as I drifted off to sleep, I hoped nothing weird would happen the next day. I thought about Mr. Mathew a little before falling asleep. Luckily for me, I slept peacefully, without any nightmares.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter? Pls, vote and comment if you do. Sorry for taking too long to update. my phone was faulty and I had to get a new one.