Part One (Resumption)

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Nnenna's POV

"You know you're beautiful right?" He said to me.
I blushed furiously, I don't even know if my cheeks are pink right now.

"So what do you say?" 
I looked up at him after he asked the question.

"What?" I asked again, feigning ignorance. 

"Wait for me during practice today...,"

"Uhm, I don't know oo. I'm supposed to wash when I get back home. My clothes are already dirty,"

"No, you'll have to try. It's just for one hour."

"Okay," I sheepishly agreed.

"Alright beautiful one, let's go grab some snacks." He spoke like one of those charming Korean heroes.

   ‘My boyfriend is really one of a kind and to know that he's the star player of GCH, tickles my heart.’ I thought as I held his hand while we walked to one of the kiosks located around the school.
I was still enjoying watching my handsome boyfriend secretly when I almost missed my step because of a stone. At the impact, I shook.

I woke up with a start only to realize that I'm still in the small room, occupied by myself and Stephanie.
It seems I woke up a little earlier today so it was better to have my laundry done since today's the first day of my new school.
I wanted to go early and make a good impression, plus most of my clothes were dirty and since I had no alarm clock, ( though I've had intentions of getting one) I groomed myself to waking up earlier, perhaps around 4am.

  I got out of my room after saying a very short prayer especially concerning my first day in my new school and found myself in the passage. Using the torchlight in my hand, I walked towards the bulb switch and switched it on so as to find my way towards the bathroom, cause that's where we do the laundry. I had to wash them now so I'll have clothes to wear to school because for now I'll be attending in mufti.

I sat on a stool and began washing the clothes soaked in water already while singing quietly to myself.  Halfway washing, I began to feel uncomfortable, I felt pelvic pains. For any lady it also means that someone has come to pay a visit. 
'Of all days it had to be today when I'm starting a new school.’  I mumbled as if talking to my period would make it listen. 

After washing my clothes, I lined the clothes on the single rope in the bathroom that Mother had made for spreading undies. I left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The lights were still out which means that Mother wasn't in the kitchen yet, I have to get started on breakfast.

After I switched on the bulb, I rummaged through the cupboard to bring out eggs to fry. Getting all the ingredients ready, I set to making breakfast. When the eggs were ready, I removed the pan from the stove and placed a kettle of water over it to boil.
Just then, mother came in and told me to go get ready for school while she continues.

  "Okay ma." I replied before making my way back to the bathroom. There'll be no need to wait for the water to heat since I prefer using cold or lukewarm water to bathe.
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I can't still seem to comprehend the dream I had earlier even as I was crosschecking my bag to see if everything I needed for school was in it. I know I've been thinking about my new school a lot, but to dream of having a boyfriend, that's wild.

I was in faraway land when I heard Tochi scream. Tochi is my immediate younger brother. We are totally four occupants in this house including myself, my mother, Tochukwu (Tochi for short) and Stephanie our cousin who is only three years older than Tochi. 

 The way the cry sounded could only mean he wants to be allowed to have his way again, that boy is so much trouble. 
He is going to start Fountain Primary School, he has his uniform and every other attire ready while I have to go in mufti because Mom haven't had the time to make the payments for mine.

 I arrived at the dinning table to see him crying loudly, I found out from Stephanie that it was because he wants to have orange juice with the egg and bread for breakfast and not tea. Mother's absence from the dinning table proved that she has gone to make the juice for him. 
Rolling my eyes at him, I sat down on a chair and started eating, I wasn't going to let him spoil my mood, especially not today.

  David's POV

'The weather looks dull, definitely not a good sign to begin a new term.' I thought.

It would be better to stay at home and watch movies or do other things than go to school with the atmosphere this cloudy but of course Mom would not hear, she says that she sees no other reason why we are known as students. Whenever we get into such disagreement, she would always support her claim by saying that as students, studying is our job and school is our workplace therefore we should be diligent to our work.

 I lay on my bed staring blankly at the ceiling in no hurry to get ready for school, the sight of my uniform against my wardrobe infuriated me the more. Holiday seemed to have runby quickly, now it's back to writing notes,solving equations and assignments. I felt very weak as I thought about the responsibilities being a student brought with it. 
Then I heard Mother tell Ikenna to come check on me, at that time I knew that if I didn't get up when Ikenna arrived I would never hear the sound of the day, my Mom would keep on ranting.  So quickly I grabbed my towel and went into the bathroom.

 After I had my bathe, I put on my freshly ironed uniforms. A smart navy trouser with sky-blue long sleeved shirt, a red short tie and  navy blue suit to match with a black leather shoe comprised my school uniform and this is for the senior males. My school, Great Citizens' Hall popularly known as GCH is one of the prestigious and schools of high esteem in Lagos.  I've been attending the school since JS1 and now I'm in SS3. 'wow, six long years', I smiled at the thought.

Back then I never saw myself getting to this point, but now here I am. I try not to think too much of the stress going back to school brings with it as I hurriedly wore my tie, grabbed my suit and Dunlop bag and headed out of the room, downstairs.

 "Finally, the boss has come down. Mtcheww! Oga come and have your breakfast so I can leave this place," my mom complained as I made my way to the makeshift dinning, also in the kitchen.

"Eka ro ma." In Yoruba tribe, although I'm not certain for others. I'm sure that my mom and granma would skin me alive if I ever greet them in any language that isn't Yoruba.

"Ehn, eat fast let me leave for work. I don't want to be late." She announced before heading towards her room.

 I hurriedly ate my breakfast of noodles and egg, I crosschecked if my phone is in my bag then I carried my plate to the sink.

I poured water over the plate and left it there since Ikenna would wash it after school.

"Oya, wa wa let's go. David are you with the spare key?" She asked.

"Yeah." I mumbled as we left the house, locking it after us.
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Mom dropped us off by taxi. As Ikenna and I got down from the vehicle she said, almost shouted,
“Be good boys and David better take care of your brother."

“Yes ma" I replied dryly resisting the urge to say  'when have I never'.

The way she emphasized on the word ‘better' it's as if nothing bad can ever happen to me, only to her precious son. But anyways we're in school now and I wouldn't want thoughts about her to bother me.

The atmosphere didn't get any better still the rain did not fall even to this point. I walked into the school compound and headed straight for my class. I really wasn't in the mood to greet or say hello to anyone I knew. A lot of junior students who are mostly my fans called out to me but I ignored them instead, I made a mental note to make up for that later.

The steps to my class were the longest I've ever made in my secondary school life. Sure, I was in SS3; the final ladder to get off this stage of life but it felt like the widest. 
I can't believe the holiday went by so quickly, I missed my friends and our bonding time together but after last term. I don't think things will remain the same.

  Finally, I arrived at SS3A classroom. As usual, the voices I could hear coming from the class are deep male voices. I knew that I would see faces I wasn't ready to see and get into conversations that I'd rather avoid. Nonetheless, I would have to enter the classroom. I picked up courage, squared my shoulders and turned the door knob. The door gave way before me revealing my presence to the occupants of the room.

“Ah, my Manny,"

“Long time no see,"

“Guy you don change ooh, holiday do you good na."

All sorts of remark from all angle. My buddies, male friends as we normally call each other, are all looking radiant and happy. I guess the holiday was good to them.

For a brief moment I scanned the faces in the room, praying at the back of my mind that I wouldn't see the one face I am looking for and miraculously, I didn't. Perhaps he isn't resuming today, I breathed a sigh of relieve quietly as I moved towards my seat. Like I said I didn't want to engage in a conversation with anyone just yet.

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