Passionate Heart

On A Revenge Trip

When I reached home that day, I covered my head in shame. The next day, shame did not allow me to go school so I stayed back for the next two days. On the third day Christabel came with my other class girls. We were in the Verandah looking around and chatting until they saw one sugar cane

Sugarcane! sugar cane!! they chanted ran down. I entered the parlour and sat down as they left. Minutes after they left. The door opened George walked in.

What? I asked sitting up

He sat beside me

Treasure ...I....I.. he stammered. The door opened once more , Christabel and co-banged in.

Ele ooh!.....see this one oh!

Christabel shouted and ran inside.

Melinda dragged him out of the chair.

In a flash, Lorita and Seniorita were armed with big planks and sticks. Christabel was already wearing knickers and was holding a bunch of cane which she shared among the others. Melinda held two canes each in her hands, others dropped their planks and sticks and collected canes.The door was locked.

kneel down Melinda ordered

George knelt down immediately

fool...what did you come here to do? Lorita raged

I..I.. it was a mistake...

eeh? I shouted

eem...It wasn't a mistake, I just want to check on my schoolmate na, she haven't been to school since.

Lorita slapped him

Repeat yourself, she raged. That Lorita is a lioness oo

Repeat yourself Melinda ordered.

George held his cheeks, and bowed his head, he said nothing.

Seniorita gave him a very hard kick and they descended with their canes.

All I was hearing was the canes singing

Wai! ..wai!..wai!.. in my ears.

His shirt was full of blood when Melinda ordered them to stop

open the door Melinda ordered and the door was opened

run fool run.. they chanted and he ran off forgetting his slippers, which he never came back for.

I resumed school the next day. Nobody talked about yesterday and George never came close to me.

A week later,Mrs Graz invited me to her house, I felt reluctant to go and so ignored the invitation but the invitation kept coming. One day, I finally made up my mind to go and know why she kept calling.

Anaesthesia ushered me to Mrs Graz's personal room, when I arrived, they didn't want George to see me. Mrs Graz looked worried.

My dear, did anything recently happen to George

I..I.. don't know I feigned ignorant

but why do you ask ma?

my dear, George is becoming a shadow of himself, he eats just few spoons of food, he is always in his room, doesn't go out or come downstairs like he usually do and he is always absent minded, I believe something is bothering him. The other day I tried to find out from him, he only sighed and left. I think, you are the only one who can find out from him what's bothering him she said.

I sighed, I think I know what's bothering him I said finally

what's that, are you guys quarreling? Thesis asked curiously.

I narrated everything to them and Mrs Graz was disappointed in George, she promised to talk to him.

My dear, I believe George have feelings for you. Forget all his pretence, he just doesnt know what he wants. If you see the way he talks about you, the way he looks at you, and if you go to his room now, under his pillow, you will see a paper drawing of you, he draw it himself.

I think his problem is both stupidity and shyness, please my dear try to be passionate enough to exercise some patience with him for " only a passionate heart can wait for his or her partner to come around "

Just then, the door opened and George came in. He was surprised and happy to see me

have you come to see me he asked coming closer....please come he said, held my hand and dragged me to his room. I did not respond to any of the questions he asked and didn't reply to anything he said. When he was tired of talking, I left him and went home.

When I reached home that day, I didn't know what to think or what to feel or what to do. All I know was that Mrs Graz's last words kept echoing in my ears " only a passionate heart can wait for his or her partner to come around ".

If I were to play a waiting game, then I rather not be the passionate one. I told myself but my heart said another thing.