Quote of the Chapter:
“Sometimes, you have to man up and be your own hero cos the people you can’t do without can probably do without you”
-Morola

Song of the Chapter: Wolves- Selena Gomez ft Marshmello

Chapter 6: I Hate Tuesdays

Tuesdays to me was a reminder that I was still stuck on the second day of the working week and that the week is far from being finished. And plus, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed thereby making today a horrible day for me.

Unfortunately, my father is home today which means extra cooking for me, Yay! People always said that I looked so much like my father, a comment I always like to disregard.

- “maybe you don’t want to admit that you actually belong to this family” my subconscious said

“Yeah, maybe” I replied agreeing with her for the first time

I’ve always wondered what it will feel like to be loved, but like seriously, how does it feel to be loved?

I quickly made my way to the kitchen to cook four different meals then I hurriedly washed the plates so I could get to school early.

I’m kinda like the golden girl of my set and I was chosen by Mr. Ola, the Mathematics teacher to represent the school in a maths competition along with the best student in science class so I had to get to school early.

I just love maths. Funny right? I know. I would have gone to science class but the only things that stopped me from going was my hatred for Chemistry (God knows how much I hate that subject) and my dream of being a Lawyer and an activist.

I don’t want any other teenager to go through what I’ve been through. My eyes tell a story of painful and hidden secrets.

*facepalm*

Okay, I’m getting really philosophical here. Maybe I should just kukuma quit Law and study Guidance and Counseling. But seriously who am I kidding, Law is my passion.

Tucking my baby, my laptop in my schoolbag, I decided to start the long journey to school since the driver won’t be able to take me to school.

According to their mother, her ‘babies’ can’t go to school that early and she can’t tell the driver to take the trip twice. But wait oh, when did she start caring about the driver’s feelings?

Anyways, that’s my scratch that, their Bipolar mother.

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“Bonjour Mademoiselle Yemi” I said greeting my French Teacher

Mademoiselle Yemi est ma professor du la langue Français (My French Teacher) and has been a very big and important part of my life.

She started showing interest in me when she discovered my love for French and we hit off pretty well. I don’t consider as just a teacher anymore, rather, I see her as the elder sister I never had.

“Bonjour ma petite etudiant, Comment ca va?” She asked

“Ca va bien, merci et vous?” I asked in response

“Moi, Je vais bien” She answered

“That’s good to hear my beloved teacher” I said

“Ehn, Omolola so I’m now your beloved teacher? When you were telling your History teacher that he is the best, o mo pe mo gbo e abi? So, you did not know that I heard you?" She asked

“Mademoiselle Yemi, is that jealousy I hear in your voice” I asked in a singsong voice

“No o” She responded quickly making me suspicious

“So, Mademoiselle Yemi, Quand allez vous marier? (When will you get married)” I asked her in French in order to prevent other people from listening in on our conversation

She started laughing with me wondering if I said something funny.

“Aha, ‘Molola Awon omo class e ti finally ko ba e, they have corrupted you las las” She said amidst her laughter.

“Miss Yemi just let me know, e so bo shen lo so that I’ll tell my tailor the style of dress to sew that will match your own” I said

“For wetin?” she asked

“For the post of chief bridesmaid na” I replied

“Chief kini?” She asked not even attempting to stifle her laughter

“Chief ko, bridesmaid ni” She finished

“Aha, sorry Omolola she has already finished you” somebody said.

Hissing at the person, I gave Mademoiselle Yemi my full attention once again.

“And if you don’t want me to be part of the bridal train, I want to eat party jollof rice at your wedding” I continued

“Oshey, wa gbayi bestie mi” Lase said coming from my left

“Aunty, ibo le tin bo, where are you coming from? See the time you are just coming to school. I waited for more than ten minutes for you at the school gate” I said partly furious

“Oh, I’m so sorry” She said in an attempt to pacify me

“Oh shit” I exclaimed making my way to the Mathematics teacher’s office with plans to meet Lase later.

- “Mr. Olu will most likely have steam coming out of his ears out of anger like in all those stupid cartoons” my subconscious said

“No shit Sherlock” I replied agreeing with her for the second time today.

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After begging Mr. Olu and kneeling down for like 10 minutes as a form of punishment for coming late, I attended the Mathematics competition class for like an hour.

This made me to miss the assembly and I was kinda happy because it meant that I didn’t have to stand up straight for that long. I’ll just faint.

But before I continue, let me describe our school uniform. Beverly High’s school uniform can be described as simple but unique.

For the girls, our school uniform consists of a short-sleeved cream colored but sparkling shirt that has the school badge on it and a double dart, a high waist and pleated black skirt, a black and cream designed tie, a pair of black socks and a pair of black flat shoes.

The guys wore a fitted, short-sleeved cream-colored shirt that has the school badge on it but no dart, black trousers, a black and cream tie, a pair of black socks and a pair of black loafers.
They were not allowed to slim fit their trousers but a lot of the did especially the guys of my set and the SS3 students.

Beverly High allowed the girls to use attachment to make their hair as long as it is black and not too long.

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“Snr Omolola, Mr. Gbolade is calling you. He said you should come to his staff room.” A junior said entering my classroom

“All the way in the other building? Why na?” I asked

“I don’t know o, but I think he wants you to carry his lesson note." He replied

On top lesson note, I thought inwardly groaning

“Wo, tell him that I’m coming” I said to the junior

“Okay Snr Omolola” He replied

“How many times have I told you not to call me senior again, is it my name?” I queried

“Sorry Omolola”

I quickly made my way to the other building to meet my History teacher, Mr. Gbolade. He might be nice but sometimes he can be very overbearing.

I mean, calling me from my block just to carry his lesson note is something else.

As I walked back to my class, there was a mid-July breeze that Beverly High girls nicknamed ‘ashawo breeze’.

This was because of its unique ability to blow students’ skirts up. I was almost a victim of it one day.

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I got to class to meet my classmates gisting about who is dating who, who kissed who, those who are going to make out after school today.

“You guys” I said with my voice commanding attention

“Settle down, Mr. Gbolade is on his way” I announced with everyone scrambling to their seat almost immediately

History, Maths 1, Maths 2 and CRS passed by really fast as what we did was mostly explanation and calculations because we were preparing for the promotion exams but mehn as Lase will say, food is BAE, before anyone else.

That girl is a foodie.

Speaking of which, I promised to meet her for lunch in the hall today.

I’ve been feeling kind of off since my encounter with Damola. The way he touched my shoulders sent shivers up my spine and it made me uncomfortable.

I mean his presence alone is enough to make me uncomfortable. We never really talked because we are basically worlds apart.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Damola Olatunji.

He is very handsome and hot with the physique of a Greek God. He is Beverly High’s most sought-after guy and heartthrob.

Despite that he has girls swooning over him, he has never actually had a girlfriend although I’ve heard rumors about him hooking up with some girls in my set.

Okay, Omolola enough talk about Damola. Let’s focus on the issue at hand which is getting to the hall now so that Lase will not kill you.

After taking my food of Rice, Stew and meat, I made my way to where Lase sat with some acquaintances from the three departments. I met them talking about the forthcoming 3rd term exams,

“But you guys, I think this one is going to be tough. The Director wants to repeat students this term. I’ve not even started reading” I said contributing to what they were talking about.

“Is it not you, Omolola. Even if you start reading a day to the exams you will still pass.” Nifemi said

“Lola, Lola” Demi shouted climbing up the stairs to meet us

“Lola something has happened in the class. It’s Dare and Elizabeth…”

To Be Continued…

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