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Here goes noth-...well everything.

I went into school the next day with the determination of getting the table cloth back, no matter what.

Immediately after keeping my things in class, I dragged Zainab my closest friend in school. "Come and help me find my mother's table cloth. I'm not leaving without it."

As we headed out of class she asked, "How are we going to find it in this huge school?"

"Ohho! Don't know. But let's start with all the classes here." I said as I stepped into the class next to ours.

We searched almost all the classes in the school but there was no sign of it. I mostly searched the lockers while Zee searched the shelves and around the class, so I did most of the work.

We almost had a fight with a bunch of seniors who thought we were accusing them of stealing. I'm not doing that.....well not after I found who actually had it.

"Let's just go back to class before the bell gooses." Zainab said. She had lost hope in finding it. If it was left to her she would have been in class but I never let her go.

"No." I pulled her as we went into Ss3, the last class. We did the usual searching.

I was going through a messy locker when I felt cotton. "Found it!" I exclaimed, happily.

"Thank God. Now let's go back to class."

I was about to grab it when a husky voice startled me, "Not yet. What are you doing in my locker?"

I quickly stood up to face the person, the guy. He was ten inches taller than I am. He was a little bit light skinned more like tanned Fulani. He had huge eyes, bushy eyebrows which were at that time furrowed together and a pointed nose. His eyes were more like sparkling light brown. I also noticed how his pink lips were slightly parted.

Who is this guy? I thought to myself. Whoever he is, I don't care, and he has what belongs to my mother. This means war.

Zainab came rushing to the spot we stood staring at each other. It was more of glaring daggers. "Nothing. We...w-we just...".

I cut her off. "We are here to get what belongs to us. So..."

At that moment, I hated how Zainab acted weird around him It made me curious to who is he.

"Get out" he commanded. It made me stubborn. Who does he think he is to boss everyone/us around? Huh?

"No." I almost barked that word at him. I even crossed my arms over my chest.

He raised an eyebrow at me, looking more annoyed than he already was. He took the table cloth. I thought he was going to give me but he surprised me by holding it to himself.

"I'm sorry...Your highness." Zainab tried pulling me but I snatched away my hands. "Don't mind my friend." Then, she leaned into whisper. "Let's go. Trust me; you don't want to mess with him."

I mentioned loud enough for him to hear "I don't care I'm not leaving empty handed."

"Well...I'm not going to hand this..." he pointed to the table cloth "over to you. So go to your class."

I knew I could not get it nor could I struggle with him but, I had to get back at him for that. My eyes screened the room, looking for something to get back at him. I finally found one, in his locker,

I picked up some of his books and handed them to Zainab and carried the only ones left by myself leaving nothing inside.

"What do you think you are doing?" He looked surprised.

"What does it look like?" I did what Nigerians; answer a question with another one.

Zee was about to drop them when I threatened her "If you don't carry them I'll tell your mother you went out with Kamal." I kind of pitied her because throughout that morning she was doing all I said.

She started apologizing to him. "I'm sorry...I don't have a choice..."

I had no time to hear her blabber nonsense, so I started talking. "Listen Mister, if I get the table cloth back, your books will be back in no second. It's your choice but know that it will always be an eye for an eye,"

He didn't reply , nor did he make any move to give me back the table cloth.. So we left for class with tons of books. Zainab kept apologizing to him. It got to the extent that she started annoying me.

She started telling me on the way back to class that he was the grandson of His royal highness, The Emir. I confirmed it with his books, written on it; Mujahid Zubair Ahmad Haladu.

"No wonder he is arrogant. Well...zamu shiga kafan wando daya da shi. We are going to slip into a leg of the same trouser".

I later got called to the principal's office, which I went without fear of what was to come.

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hey..so what do you think.

To say you are going to slip into a leg of same trouser with someone means ..trouble..like you are going to fight that person in Hausa.

i'm sorry it took long to update. At first it was school the the wifi problem and I got sick. Almost died yesterday but Alhamdullillah i'm feeling better now. Happy children's day. Don't forget to vote and comment.