Burnt Flower

Loose Thorn

Getting into secondary school has been quite a trivial pursuit. My intentions and that of my dad's had always revolved around getting admitted into a federal school. It wasn't just even about me, it was about all the kids the old man had begotten. I will assume he had always had an exquisite taste for education but then he's no God and fate can be really funny on a very ambivalent day. After my failure to get admission into my father supposed prestigious citadel, he decided to trade me for something a little more inchoate. The Command School. I don't really know where things went wrong but the last thing I ever heard about it realization was my father's words telling me to prepare for an interview that was never to be.

I got admitted into our Local Government Grammar School and even then I was so young, I was yet filled with vigour and energy not to learn or anything of sort of course but to have fun and experience what exciting mumbojumbo this school has in store for me. My school then was a boy's only school, so there was little to no contact with the opposite s*x. Although the boys can at times be mischievous in their overt act to dine or at least taste what it feels like loosening the tout rope of having to survive with only your gender. So we heard some tales and witnessed some to our delight and astonishment. Boys will go to other girls or mixed school just to court their ladies. And some will openly brag about how they've f****d different varieties of girls to our utter amazement and shock. I remembered one in particular, he'd gather our foolish curious ears together, told us about a particular experience where he took the girl home and instructed his friends to wait just outside while he went in with the gal to do the deed. After several minutes, he'd come out with an elastic sack filled with his c*m. Apart from unfiltered exposures like that, there were times we'd be victims of adult movies. To have a keypad phone then reasonate wealth and achievements, so for the few who were privileged enough to posses one and to us who were always eager to unravel what this precious antique of great value and euphoria could construct in instances of games and movies, always in some circumstances find ourselves in contact with scenes of nude men and women pounding each other while making rather uncomfortable, vehement and loud sounds that makes me sometimes wonder why my gender can be so cruel and what fun my ever inclined colleagues where reeling from such atrocity. Time however answered my questions. Having a girlfriend during my day's in school had the equivalence of having won an honorary award and you might has well have the whole school in your pocket worshipping you except for me of course. I find no enticement in it neither do I see how it make me any happier or increase the velocity of my fun in school. I only envisage it as a means whereby kids just wanna try naughty stuffs they watch in movies. I, however find my joy in doing other lucrative and fun-filled acts for instance.... hide and seek, Ice and Fire, making a hell of noise in the classroom and when I came across my best friend then. Amos, he introduced me into some rather novel interesting activities. Like robbing pen from lockers after break, fighting a fictional battle, listening to music on radio FM, playing silly little pranks, reading novels, especially fantasy and thrillers but then we switched to romance at some point in time but even then I was not a big fan. So he'd just spotted erotic scenes and hand it over for me to scrutinize. I enjoyed every part of it and I never really seek enjoyment beyond what he has to offer, at least not until I entered the senior years. There was a little change even then. This is perhaps because I was still so young and shortsighted. However I made a new best friend Emmanuel and he brought me into a different knowledge of what excitement and having fun entails. He groomed me into becoming a footballer, a sport I so detested with so much passion even when playing it as a game. But yet I fell in love with it when I met him. I became a goalkeeper and I was so good at it. Everytime I saved the goal post from being impregnated, there's always this massive cheer and noise from my teammates. That was not all tho. He also brought in the adventure of video games into my life and I became so devoted to it that most times I'd to steal from my mother's proceed just to play the game. He most especially enjoys when I create fictional movies and narrate it to him with elaborate demonstration and sometimes he can be a clownster himself. When it comes to s****l knowledge or desire of the opposite s*x. I've never really seen Emmanuel much inquisitive about such discourse during secondary school days. There was however a time where we both find ourselves in a little discord over the antecedent behind a child creation. My belief then was that once the couple share a bed or so much as hugged each other. The consequence of such action is a betrothed child. Emmanuel on the other hand was not has dimwitted as I was and when he enlightened me on how my parents had s*x before I could be conceived. It took a turn of event and I felt I'd been stabbed by my closest friend. Funny isn't it? But the innocence in me like all things eventually got infected and diseased. Towards my final year in school, I find myself enwrapped in odious beautiful thoughts. Although I never for once proposed or implemented my ugly thoughts with any girl. I found certain alternatives on how to satisfy my urges. This manifested mostly especially when I got my first phone. I wasn't yet unsure on how downloading movies works then but those online website makes it so easy getting yourself horny when you're alone in the middle of the night.