I entered the kitchen.

"Morning sis" I called to Vivian who seemed to be lost in her thought. She turned with haste.

"Oh, morning! I didn't see you there"

"What were you thinking about?" I asked as I peered at the refrigerator.

"Life is hard," she pouted.

"Hey that's my line...What! That's my line....Oh my gosh, Vivian are you okay? Are you sick? Should I call a doctor? Or is it more serious than that? Oh, please tell me" I rushed to examine her, feeling her face and neck.

"I am okay. Look! See, I am okay. It's just that I miss the people I knew in En...hm France but sadly, I will never see them again because I will never go back there" she told me.

"Now, I am hundred percent sure you are sick"

"I am fine"

"You don't sound fine. Think about it, you said never, 'you' said never. That's enough to make somebody have an heart attack" I took a spoon from my bowl. I decided to eat my favorite cereal, coco pop.

"I know its unlike me to say that but sometimes you just have to accept the bitterly sweet truth"

I rolled my eyes at her.
She's back

"I know what to make you feel better. How about an ice cream? Sister fun time when I come back from school and lesson" I said.

"Yay! That sounds fun" she lit up and simpered.

"Oh! It's going to be fun" I assured her.

I left the house with a big smile and arrived at my school gate with a depressed look.

Another day! Aargh! School used to be so fun but now I feel depressed, All thanks to that rat.

I entered the compound and was surprised to see a big trailer in the compound with broken desks and table inside it.

You don't see that everyday.

I joined the Assembly. They were praying when I arrived. I looked for SS3 line and headed there. I didn't see Dylan anywhere.

*good me😇* Please tell me he is dead.

*evil me😈* hey that's too far.

*me😐* for once in my life I am starting to like you, good me.

I looked around the hall and spotted where the teachers stood and Charles wasn't there either.

Should I worry?.... Nah he is probably fine.

We all headed to our various classes. I couldn't believe my eyes when I entered. They had replaced our seats. They were now different this time two to one seat and they were beautiful. This made our class less filled and tight but instead scanty and neat.

"Wow!" "Cool!" "Yayyy!" "Be my seat mate!" "Nice!" were the words that filled the air. Chioma put her arm around mine. "Hey, seat mate" she said.

"Hey" I responded.

"We are seatmates, right?"

"Duh! Who else?"

"Maybe me?" A voice called from behind us. We turned to see Toni.

"Hey, Toni! How is life?" I asked sheepishly

"Don't hey me! You have only been hanging out with Chioma but never me" she folded her arms and gave me the 'I am mad at you look'.

"It's not like that"

"So how is it then?" she questioned me.

"Uh....Sorry!" I apologized. She smiled and gave Chioma and me a hug.

"I am not interested in the front seat anywhere!" she added and we laughed.

Our class teacher Miss Clara entered the classroom, a woman in her late forty. She can be harsh and she can be kind but one thing is that she isn't good at controlling our class. If she is not careful they might change her.

"Ehen! Now we are talking. See how neat the class is! See all of you! If I ever enter this class and I see dirt on the floor, ten strokes is what I will give all of you"

She shouldn't have said 'I'.

Everybody ignored her since she is not even among the top twenty in the count down of teacher that can flog. Since it is going to be her that will flog for littering, nobody cares. There was an unexpected noise all of a sudden. Some girls and boys were fighting for who they wanted as their seat mate. Some were even fighting to sit at the front because the new boy is going to sit there.

"Hey, goats! Don't even think of coming to the front. From what I can remember, you all hated the front and loved the back so stay in that back seat sha. I have said my own" Chioma yelled and with that, the war began. This time it was front seat dwellers vs back seat dwellers that wanted to relocate.

The battle was hot but we were still dominating.

I just love agruing for both useless and meaningful things but mostly useless things. Meaningful things can be very stressful.

Miss Clara who has been trying her best to end the war gave up and got Mr do good(cane) the most deadliest weapon for this kind of war.

The war ended quickly and Miss Clara was now in control.

"Calm down! We can easily solve this problem" Miss Clara stated.

"How?" A girl asked.

"Everybody must pick a seat from the row they were in before. I am saying that only people that were staying at the back can pick any seat from the back and that applies to the first, second and third rows. Understood?"

"Yes, Miss Clara! That is a perfect decision," Chioma praised.

"But Miss Clara, what about the sharing seat thing? Shouldn't you decide who will sit with who?" Denzel spoke.

Immediately, everybody attacked him. The students close to him attacked with their hands. The students far attacked with their mouths because we all wanted to pick who we get to sit beside.

"Stop that! He is right. I will decide who will sit with who!" Miss Clara snapped.

"No oo!" rang everywhere.

She started and she was fair. She made us pick who we want to sit down with. Then, she decided whether it was right or wrong. She went row by row till she reached mine, the front.

"Okay! Let see! Who do you want to sit with?"

"I am sharing a seat with Susan already" Chioma told her.

"Hmm...Okay! I will appr...."

Tasha interrupted her with a scream. "Ma, the seats did not reach me in the back"

"What? Why? Let me see" Miss Clara made her way to the back.

"Ma, the back seat had an extra seat and that is the one I sat on" she whined.

"Oh, is that the problem? Okay, there is one spare seat at the front you can sit there"

"Thank you, ma"

She made her way back to the front. She took a look at the people on the front row. There were Chioma, Dylan, Denzel, Ifenna and me. There was one spare spot for somebody else since there are six spots and we are five.

"Who is sitting at the seat next to the window that has a spare seat?"

"Dylan" Chioma replied.

"Oh, the new boy? Well, in that case I can't let Tasha sit with him. She will never concentrate in class"

Everybody roared in laughter because it was the truth.

"No, ma! That's not true" Tasha replied, trying to defend herself.

"I believe you but for the mean time, you will sit with Chioma. Susan will sit with him"

*Literally died and came back to life*

"No! No! No! No!" I mumbled.
I stood up and approached Miss Clara. I told her I couldn't sit with him.

"Why?"

"He will distract me during my classes and learning" I explained.

"I know this children very well. I can't allow Tasha to sit with him. She will never learn. I can't allow Denzel to sit with him. Dylan himself will never learn. I can't allow Ifenna to sit next to him, he will drive the boy nuts. So you see why I can't choose any of them?"

"But ma, what about Chioma?"

"If you are her friend, wouldn't you want her to learn and pass in flying colors? Do you really think your friend will learn sitting with him? Be honest to yourself!" she inquired.

I sighed and said, "No!".

"So manage eh!" she added.

"Yes ma," I walked to our seat and sat down.

"But Ma, Susan wasn't sitting in the front. She sat at the second row so she should sit there not here" Tasha pointed out. I could sense anger in the way she spoke.

She must be angry that she didn't get to sit here. And here I am complaining.

"Hey, there is no spare seat here so she should just stay there" Someone called from the second row. Tasha turned back and shot the guy a glare.

"Okay! Since everything is settled, I will be in my office. Quickly go and call your first period teacher, which is?"

"English!" Everybody shouted in joy.

John ran to call him and I prepared for class. Few minutes later and he entered the class with Dylan behind him. Dylan's head was facing down still he reached his seat and got the shock of his life.

"Ah, men! I forgot my English book, from all the notes to forget it had to be that one" he grumbled as he searched his bag.
He sat on the seat. I sat at the corner while he sat at the other edge.

"Hey Susan, would you like someone to copy your note for you? I know a guy" he turned to me as he collected his pen from his bag.

"Hmmm...tempting! Does this guy have good handwriting?" I asked while bring my English textbook from my bag.

"The best actually" he assured me.

"I know the guy is you" I pointed out.

"So does that matter?" he snorted.

"Fine! Geez! So arrogant" I handed him my book before Mr handsome started giving notes.

"Wow, thank you" he exclaimed. I looked at his expression. He acted like a little kid.

"You are so weird!" I rolled my eyes.

"What is wrong with a guy wanting to write? It will free me from boredom"

"Yeah that's true.. Wait, I also don't want to get bored. Give it back" I stretched my hand to collect my book.

"Hey, no fair! You have already given it to me. You can't take it back"

"I can. It's 'my' book" I whisper-yelled.

"You really like that word 'my', don't you?" he whispered back to me.

"Yes! It means I own it so get lost"

"No!"

"No?" I tried pulling the book from his hand but he held it tight which created a scene that caught Mr Charles' attention. Before he could stop us, some of the book pages tore.

"See what you did!" I stood up and yelled at him.

"What I did? You caused it" he yelled back at me

"Susan! Dylan! Do you know you are in class right now?" Mr Charles asked in a serious tone.

"Dylan tore my book" I complained.

"No I didn't. It was her fault"

"For crying out loud! Why are the both of you sitting together in the first place?" Mr Charles ran his fingers through his hair and scowled.

"Miss Clara put me here. I told her not to but she didn't care" I replied.

"That's a lie! She just wanted to sit here so that she can be close to me. I bet she has a crush on me" Dylan murmured under his breathe but I heard him.

I slapped the back of his head.

"In your dreams" I scoffed.

"Ouch! That hurts" he whined, placing his hand on his head.

"I will handle all this after this class. We don't have time to waste. Susan and Dylan just let me finish this class first. We will settle it in my office"

"See what you cause now!" Dylan whined again.

"Me? How is it my fault?" I stared at him in disbelief.

You dare blame me because I wanted my book back and now it is my fault.

*good me😇* It's like this guy want to die before his time.

*me😓* Thank you for understanding me, can you imagine?

Few minutes later.

"Hey, do you know that something is going to happen in this school" Dylan whispered in my ear.

"No" I whispered back with a frown.

"Do you want me to tell you or you rather be surprised?" he asked.

"See I am mad at you right now so don't talk to me" I told him.

"Okay! Then, better come to school early on Monday, okay?" he smirked and he faced the board.

"Yeah! Sure! Whatever!" I answered.

Surprised? I wonder want it could be?

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