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I walked past our neighbour class, SS2a, and headed for mine which was the next class. Mrs. Catherine the Economics teacher was teaching in class A.
I finally reached the door to my classroom which is Class B. Mr. Barry Ethan, the mathematics teacher was in. he was teaching a new topic ‘Construction’.
Everyone knows Uncle Barry, everybody knows him for his seriousness- he doesn’t like his lesson to be disturbed on any account. Once he’s in class, you dare not make the slightest of noise. He believes that ‘Attention is the sole of comprehension’.
He had told us times without number that we shouldn’t take permission from him before we enter his class, as that might disturb the ongoing lecture.
I calmly went to my seat- tiptoeing trying my best not to disturb the ongoing lecture, because I know that if I dare disturb or interrupt the lesson, uncle Barry isn’t going to take it easy with me.
My seat is at the second to the last row. I walked past the first row through the center column of the class. The class has thirty-six students seating on a seating arrangement of six columns, seven rows. My seat was at the sixth row, second column from the right. My neighbours were Ben, on my right and Dan on my left nearby the window. Angela Martins was the one sitting directly in front of me and finally with Douglas Alexander at my back.
I walked past Angel at the second row; she was keenly interested in what Uncle Barry was doing at the whiteboard. As I reached Angela Martins- the girl in front of my seat, she smiled sweetly at me. I had always known she had a crush on me but I have never been serious about it, mainly because Dan my very good friend had earlier on made his intentions clear towards the girl.
I finally reached my seat silently and made to glue my bom-bom on the chair, but then someone immediately shifted the chair away, and my ‘in-motion’ buttocks found its way to the ground. I lost control, my ass went straight to the ground as I struggled to regain control. Noise erupted and I immediately became the center of attraction- cynosure of all eyes. Uncle Barry stopped teaching and turned towards me.
“Hey Stan, why are you disturbing my class?” he queried sternly.
“Sorry sir. Somebody shifted my seat as I was about to sit”, I said as I rose from the ground. There was a big circle patch of dust on my ass. I dipped my hand into my right back pocket to collect my hankie but couldn’t find it.
Mr. Ethan isn’t known as a good listener. He immediately passed out judgement on me without a second thought.
“Stan! Climb up on your seat and carry your locker on your head for disturbing my class and interrupting my lesson. Just because you’re made a damned school prefect you think you can behave anyhow you like. You’ve gat to know that there are higher authorities who made you a school prefect.” He said almost in a shout.
“Come on be fast, before I double the punishment”, he yelled almost immediately.
I know that Uncle Barry is a no-nonsense men, I know he meant every bit of the word he spat out. Above all, I know for sure that I’ve gat to obey, I have to put away my position and obey him. I must show respect to the core to higher authorities without questioning, and as a new school prefect, I must not be headstrong or stubborn. I know for sure that others look up to me to obey and I mustn’t fail them nor let them down.
It was obviously not my fault that the lesson was interrupted, but I’ve really gat to do this. I looked around me and my eyes met with the fire filled eyeballs that are starring at me. Ben was uneasy, his looks betrayed him. His conscience was at war with him- I knew it was him that had moved the chair.
I meekly climbed up to my seat and my neighbours helped me raise the locker to my head. It was heavy, all my exercise notebooks and textbooks were in it. My legs shook continuously as my face immediately became coated with sweat.
The whole students/class was looking at me- their looks were filled with sympathy towards me but more especially, absolute sympathy and pity was all over the face of one. Yes only her felt it the way I’ve never seen anyone do before. Pots of tears were standing like balls, underneath her eyes. She was sobbing.
“Let’s ride on guys. As I was saying before the cockroach interrupted. If you want to construct a straight line from point A to point B, you won’t need only a metre rule. You will also be needing a pair of dividers and…” his phone rang as he immediately hung his words.
He fished out the phone from his pocket and glanced into the screen for awhile before he accepted the call.
“Hey Bro. yeah, I’m on my way”, he spoke into the mouth piece of his phone.
“Hello class, I’ve gat an immediate appointment. See ya guys later, as for the topic, we will continue it during my next period with you guys but all the same you can go to page 407 of teach yourself math and study the examples there. I’ve gat to run, this appointment is very important to me.” He concluded as he made his way out from the class. Just then he stopped abruptly at the door and turned back.
“Hey Stan, I retrieve you of your punishment, but make sure you never interrupt my lessons next time. Huh?” he said with furrowed eyebrows.
I spent few seconds, forcing words to come out from my mouth.
“Yes sir”, I finally breathed out. The weight of the locker was spinning in my head and I felt like the cloak of death has coated me. I felt like BOOM.
“Thank you sir”, I added almost immediately as I slowly came down from my seat and tried to ease myself off the load on my head but couldn’t. I tripped and fell with both the locker and the chair raining down on me. My whole body ached badly but most especially my head, my back and my legs. My knee- right knee was severely bruised.
Most of my classmates were very sorry for me whilst some can’t help but laugh, laughing at the fascinating comedy they were witnessing.
Just then, I saw something- something so surprising that I’d thought it was a dream, but no; it was real! As real as death.
Angel had left her seat, with her white hankie in hand. She came across to where I was, knelt close to me and nursed the wound on my knee.
“I’m so sorry Stan. I believe God will judge all actions”, she sobbed out.
This was vividly no pretence; it was absolute sympathy of the highest level that I’ve ever witnessed. She wiped the blood off my bruise.
We became the cynosure of all eyes, the whole students were looking at us with mouth agape. She helped me up, I was leaping- my right leg was hurting badly. I had to cross my hand over her shoulders for support. Her body felt warm towards me, I felt secure in her arms across my waist. We headed for the door.
“Take, Stan wipe your ass”, Angela Martins said as she offered me her hankie . I thanked her and collected it, I wiped my body off dust and gave it back to her.
“Your back is still dusty, wait let me help you”, Angela offered as I turned my back towards her. She wiped the hankie on my ass with her hand rubbing me. My bum-bum bounced up and down as she rubbed it with the hankie.
“Thanks Angela. I’ll be forever grateful”, I said as me and Angel continued our journey off the class to the clinic.
She helped me to the clinic. Nurse Sophia , the clinic attendant wasn’t around but the clinic was open. Angel took me in and administered first aid to my wound.
“Do you mind if I fold your trousers up”, she asked looking inquiringly into my face.
“Nope I don’t, you can fold it up to any level you want.” I replied as she carefully folded my trousers up to my thigh so as to allow more space to my knees.
She commenced with the treatment, her hand was subtle on my skin as she ran her left hand fingers on the sparse hairs on my laps. It tickled and I giggled.
“What’s amusing you?”, she queried.
“Nothing, I like the feel of your hand on my thigh”, I confessed.
She went back to work, dipping the cotton wool into a spirit solution and wiping off the face of the bruise.
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