A thing about life

Big Bad Cat

Hafiz's POV

What really happened to your face man? Back off Isaac. I said to my best friend and classmate. What's the essence of being friends when you don't share anything with me? Who gets a knife cut and scratch at the same time? Are you into some hard stuff? You know you can tell me no judgment. After all, you don't judge me about my mom being a prostitute. I turn my attention to Isaac, the fact that he had brought this up means he feels hurt that I can't trust him with my secrets where as he has let me in on something big as this. People don't even trust their families with secrets, let alone outsiders. I met him when I enrolled in St James form 1, it was hard adapting to a new environment, since I had schooled in private schools since infancy he was the only one who got friendly with me. Ike , it's complicated. Try me Haz , who is more complicated than me? How can I tell him that my mom has strong anger issues and hurts me unknowingly I ... I..the thing is ... Don't fret, I understand that you still don't trust me after a year and half of being friends.

Before I could utter a word, our class master walks in cutting me off. Isaac moves over to the empty seat on the next column. Good morning class . Morning mister Oswell. The class response. Well I'm here to remind you that you lot are left with one week like literally one week to exams and as always you my favorite class should make me proud and show the school how brilliant form 2 A is. Now , when you hear your name the door is your front. The class burst out laughing, he is here to send students home for not paying their exams fees. Max Johnson, Kofi Aduma. Sir. Aduma you either have my money or the door, no more explanations after this term you are entering form three, the school isn't running a charitable fair . Sir my mom... Out !! Mr Oswell exclaims as he continues with the names when he is done we are only left with 39 students out of 50. Class take out your math work book open page 40 and begin the assignment. You only have thirty minutes.As you are starting work pay attention with your ears , don't be like your other classmates, education is key to many doors but most of them take it for granted. How can they not pay common 15cedis. Like how? Parents of today are just stingy , they want government to provide everything for free. How is he going to develop the country when everything is being spent on education? The painful part is most of you lots don't deserve this as you are daft with no brain cells. A stir of murmurings breaks out but no one raises their hands when mister Oswell offers for anyone with concerns to speak up. The class falls back into a tranquil of quiet. A certain scene draws my attention as I spot three girls out the window kneeling at the assembly ground. The interesting part is a particular person with nicely cropped hair with small eyes keeps laughing at something the other girl said,the one stuck in between them looks like she wants to cry she has the most innocent look while small eyes has this teasing look with mischief embedded together, right girl who is shorter than both also has the same look of mischief but with something else I couldn't place my hands on . Small eyes frame reminded me of someone. She makes a stern face I guess she is trying to act like the teacher who punished them it seems that isn't enough she stands up and holds her waist while her other hand moves between both girls. While shortie laughs, the innocent bird nearly suffers a heart attack. She is cute but small eyes amuses me the most with her fearless attitude and ... oh Allah she is dead meat. Miss Aba is just right behind her as she acts out. Both friends freeze like zombies. The moment she turns and faces Miss Aba the next thing she does throws me into a laughing fit. Her whole body shakes like an epilepsy person and starts foaming at her mouth, small eyes deserves an Oscar award for best actress. My moment is cut short when someone pinch me. I turn to find Isaac beside me with the others staring at me . I'm officially doomed. Hafiz would you like to share what's got you to laugh like a banshee. Mr Oswell asks in his cool voice that's clearly danger. Sir, I... No answer then, are you done with my assignment? Oh goodie, I finished all ten questions while he was busy rumbling nonsense. Yes Sir . I answered taking my work book forward. That's my boy . He said patting me at my back. See class this is what I call Oxford intelligence. It has only been 15 minutes and he is finished with his work while some of you are struggling with your first question. Go have you seat and take your math textbook we are continuing with our lesson on trigonometry while your mates finish up. But Sir, we can't focus on what you are teaching while working the assignment. A boy I recognize as Mario says to Mr Oswell. Not my business,as you see , Hafiz is my priority, he is my ace card. He and a few others,the rest of you aren't my concern . These are reasons why I hate government schools, private school teachers don't spew nonsense to students . Every student is treated fairly,no one is seen as better than the other. A few others throw condescending glares at me. I go back to my seat for my joy to be gone. No small eyes or shortie nor innocent bird to amuse me.