my name is Umal John, am from the family of four kids, James who is my elder brother, Gloria who is my elder sister, Joshua who is my elder brother, finally me. Mr/Mrs John Dickson were our parents. The family was a second class citizens, my parents were well educated have a good Job,. So they try by all means to educated their children. both of my brothers and sister attend a good private primary and secondary school except me, who is at a poorly private school who don't even have teachers, not to think of good teachers. I suffered the same where when I was in primary school, it was a Government primary school, which has no chairs we seat on the floor everyday, and knowing that my parents were capable of moving me to a good school but the don't, get the hell out of me, here I am still suffering the same thing in my night school. I cried for many hours, through am still attending the poor high school without refusing to go, yet they did not pay my school fees. I was in my flashback when my sister Gloria cut it short, by saying, you dull better go take off ur uniform and start cooking food for us all before 12:00pm since your not in school. I look at her with a deathly eyes but she slap me instead, which to her I was being disrespectful. I quietly enter our room with her and change.