Drama in Royal Priesthood

27

Chapter 27.

New year came and second term resumption was fast approaching. I had to do school shopping all by myself, dad only gave me money which was one of the numerous things I miss my mum for, things I never appreciated. 

As they say, you don't know the value of something until you loose it. Its sad and heartbreaking, really.

What happened when grandma was around made me distant myself from dad, his presence in the house alone angered me. I didn't even tell Tomiwa anything about what transpired, she was so capable of blowing the whole issue out of proportion.

I decided to wait for one more week because of how scared I was about dad bringing another woman into our home. So after seeing no one come after an extra week, I decided to resume back to school on Sunday. 

Most of the hostel students resumed school after a week just like me, even though I had a tangible reason for mine, most do it intentionally, students like Queen, Peace and Ore. 

We were all so happy to see each other the following day which was monday, Queen wouldn't stop talking about her boyfriend, Gboluwaga whom she spent most of her spare time with during the holiday. My mind drifted to Ore as she spoke, we hardly talked nor chatted during my four weeks stay at home. Only the seasonal greetings transpired, his last message to me was 'same to you' and that was even because I sent a Happy new year text to him.

I really hoped that our relationship was okay though.

The bell for assembly rang as we all rushed towards the field. After the praises and other usual assembly stuffs, Mr Ibrahim stood at the podium holding his long cane and started his beginning-of-a-new-term speech, he even looked quite chubby than I remembered.

'Nigga don dey chop up!'

"Good morning, guys and happy new year. I hope you all didn't forget to thank God this morning, we all know that he's more than worthy, right? So without wasting much of our time this morning since it's so cold today, I would just like to remind the S.S 3 students that their WAEC exams are already knocking, almost barging in might I add, so double your focus, triple your reading and Zero all distractions. Books over any other thing, alright? We also have new staffs who would be with us for the next one year so introducing them is what I'll be doing right now, can we have all the corp members up here?" Mr Ibrahim requested as two ladies and a man climbed onto the podium. 

They were all dressed in their signature youth service attires. All the students shouted as the corpers walked to the front, trust me when I say that we didn't always shout like this when corpers were to be introduced, instead we hiss, I mean there was nothing new about them anyways, we see them everywhere, but these ones right here were extraordinary and You'll soon know why.

"This man is Mr Henry" Mr ibrahim introduced as most of the senior girls screamed in excitement, I was one of them.

This man, no... he was just a guy, this guy was so damn cute, no exaggerations. He looked like those guys you could only find on a magazine, he was too cute for his own good.

"Quiet!!! This lady right beside me is Miss Chioma" Mr Ibrahim said as another round of shouts arose. 

The guys started whistling loudly with so much excitement that they just couldn't hide and I really couldn't blame them. 

Miss Chioma was the definition of 'Too Much'. Why did she have to collect excess of everything from baba God, ahnahn, did God spend extra time in creating her? 

"Will... will you shut your mouths already? The lady at the other side of Mr Henry is Miss Monioluwa"

And once again, noises arose. This Miss Monioluwa looked like someone who would be nice but the girl gene in me was not giving me the chance to completely like her, she was just too beautiful to be real. Her light skin looked like she bathed in milk everyday, so smooth and spotless and her natural hair was just too long to actually belong to an African girl like her. She's slim but had a very obvious big a*s suitable for her size.

Na wa o! Abeg, where did our school see all these extraordinary corpers nah, kilode?

Miss Monioluwa looked like all those typical i********: slaymamas, her khaki was tight fitted and well ironed, her eyelashes looked like they were made just for her face, you could easily tell that she takes Fashion very serious.

"What kind of name is Monioluwa? She's acting fine even when she's not that fine!" Queen whispered into my left ear while I just chuckled.

If this isn't fineness then I better look for another word that exceeds fine. 

"Do you have anything to say to them?" The principal asked then politely as they all nodded.

"Good morning, sweethearts. I am Mr Henry and I'll be taking Biology, I schooled in UNN, University of Nigeria, Nsukka where I Studied Biology Education. I hope you guys will make me feel at home here" He said in a very sweet charming voice that made me feel like I should have just recorded the voice so that I could listen to it anytime I want to. 

Was that a crush?!

Chai, this guy will break hearts o.

"Well, hy there. I am Miss chioma and I'll be taking The Senior Class two and three English Language. I schooled in University of Ibadan where I studied Linguistics. Please, be good to me" Miss Chioma and said as the English words rolled off her tongue beautifully, it was like she learnt the language from the womb, so fluent and unique, not like the common nonsense wey we dey speak in Naija.

"And I'm Monioluwa, you can just call me Miss Moni and I attended Moshood Abiola Polytechnic, Ojere in Ogun state, I studied Statistics so I'll be teaching just S.S 2 the Mathematics subject. I look forward to making great memories with you guys" Miss Monioluwa concluded by blowing a kiss into the air and the S.S 2 and S.S 3 guys just been dramatic fought for the imaginary kiss like it was real.

Boys!

I was absolutely sure that no guy would skip English language and Mathematics classes anymore and more girls would suddenly fall in love with Biology.

Whaoh! It was just the first day of resuming a new term and I could already feel the flames of drama about to burn.