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So basically I finish up the paper work I have to do, sign here and there and hand everything over to the principal 'Mr Strongface' he stands up and gives my mother and I a hand shake and tells me "welcome to Lily high "I smile and say "Thank you very much sir" "Will you start immediately or anytime soon he asks?". He had such a big deep voice for someone so petite. But he wasn't bad looking, he looks well fed and well taken care of, i'm thinking courtesy of his wife My mum quickly says "Tomorrow, we just moved here, we still need to organize some things. When can he get his school uniforms ?" She asked politely. Yep that's my mum ever the polite lady how she ended up with a douche bag like my dad? Is still a mystery to me. "Maybe in a week. Get him measured just right out side me door. " he smiled "We love our students looking corporate and clean, so it would be only right to give him uniforms of his size a perfect fit"another smile I can't even tell if its genuine. We nod as we step out of the office, I get measured by some shady lady good thing i don't have to take off my clothes for that I get really sensitive and we leave An we get into mums car I sigh. I feel exhausted and I haven't even done much, life is hard My mum looks at me for a moment before he asks "Tony? What is it? " "Nothing... just that you don't need to put me in an expensive private school " Private schools here are really expensive especially the one she just registered me in. Its one of those schools for rich kids. I've never really had the privilege of being one before. Mum ain't playing this time she's really going all in. I'm not really sure if its my scene though. "Jeez Tony you think I don't know that? I just want to, all we have now is each other and I think you deserve the best and don't worry about it your dad left us a good amount of money. We are going to have a good life from nothing on." She hates to talk about dad maybe just a few sentences here and there but that's basically it. He really hurt her and we too, like literally but if she doesn't want to talk about anything I don't want to either. I hate my mum being sad she's the only person that has ever cared for me or shown be love. I can't pay her for that my making her sad. I want to be good, I want to be a good son. "Promise?" "I promise baby" I smile a small smile, ever since dad died life really had become better at least we weren't crying everyday that's for sure and I see mum smile a lot more. She has such a beautiful smile like me. If I do say so myself. Although I look mostly like my dad I have some of her features . Brown soft hair that I like to grow out. Although I'm not really sure how my new private school would like that. I mean my old school was just a common school in Abuja where no one really cared about anything. And I tried to avoid having any close friends in fear of having to explain where I got my black eye and purple bruises from as well as my scars from being heavily abused with an iron belt owned by my father. Gladly no one ever really noticed. Welcome to Nigerian public school. I had Really brown eyes too. Like you could see it only when you come close or when I stare at light. Full perfect brows, long nose, full lips. Basically I have a baby fac, in a way. Chocolate brown skin,I'm from a small village in Nigeria ,average height. I'm really shy ,I guess I've always been this way not sure if its because of the fact that I constantly had to hide from the world ,conceal my scars, my life .it's really weird because a lot of things go on in my mind for someone who claims to be quiet .I'm always literally over thinking every thing , every situation .its like constant chaos in my mind, I keep wondering how I'm going to survive in this new school ,'will they like me? Will I make new friends ?hell do I even know how to make friends ?am I ugly?. ' My mum almost like she could sense my worry he grabs be hand and squeeze a lot. I think she needs the comfort and boost as much as I do. We have a new life now and I intend to enjoy it, as we drive home to our new home.thats right I said it 'home' never really felt at home anywhere people like me might not really deserve nice things well up until now The new house was really homey .mum already had it furnished before we left Abuja to Port Harcourt . The house is not too large but larger than your average bungalow, I mean its just I and my mum how much space could we possibly need and use. It has three large rooms, mine, mum's and visitors room I guess , all ensuite. Cool. Basically my dream house since I've never really had much space in my life. A large living room and kitchen, storage room and laundry room . A large company where she parks her car along with the Toyota my dad used to use when he was alive. I plan on taking it when I learn to drive which I'm guessing is soon I guess, I don't know .I go to my room and settle down. My room has a big queen size bed, a big enough closet, and the bathroom and toilet at one corner. And my box is still unpacked, we left abuja with just out boxes be basically almost sold everything we used to own she didn't want any reminder, sorry mum just look at me, but there are a few clothes and everything I need in my closet, courtesy of my mum. I strip take a long bath put on some comfortable clothes and go to sleep, peacefully, not scared of being woken up with a belt or anything. This might just be my best year