The leaves on the giant mango trees camping the compound of Stars high school look a lot greener than they did before the school went on vacation the previous year. Several brown leaves rug the ground and students who found it difficult to make it to school early on the first day of resumption are busy clearing the dried leaves off the ground, supervised by the prefects with cane in hand.
The hallway fills up with students as they march in singing the day is bright though it looks like the sun is still splayed across her bed and isn’t going to wake up from her sleep any time soon. It doesn’t take being a psychic to immediately recognize the new intakes. The look on their faces – like that of a newly hatched chick – matches their white shirt, which looks totally free of any blemish from a past event and the blue part of their uniforms looks too blue to be old, both neatly starched and ironed.
Ronke remembers her first day at school and how she and Titi had bonded almost immediately, realizing that they had interest in similar things. Last year, things got pretty bad between them, and friends is the exact opposite of what they’ve become now.
Ronke enters into her classroom, tired from standing too long in the January cold and the traffic in the hallway. She makes for her seat, ignoring the wicked smile playing across the lips of Titi and her group as she walks past them, they can go to hell for all she cares. Yeah, It’s totally not cool to have your used-to-be best friend as your new bully.
Ronke shakes off the thought about Titi. She bends to sit and before she makes any contact with the armless chair, Someone pulls it from behind and the hard floor greets her butt as a result. Titi roars with laughter, her group and the whole class follow suit, Ronke is stung by an indescribable pain and shame and she wishes a magical hole shows up on the spot she’s at and swallows her up.
She grabs the feet of her table and uses it as a support for standing up, she gets up and hits her buttocks hard to get rid of any dirt that may be clinging to her blue skirt, she refuses to cry though her throat burns as a result of her denial. Suddenly the class feels too stuffy, so she makes for outside, keeping her head bowed as she walks between the furniture.
“ Hey piggy, need some help getting you cleaned up ?” a voice she recognizes so well calls from behind. Ronke keeps on walking, ignoring her bully.
“Oh, I forgot last night spankings got you dumb, right? ” the voice chirps again, this time with chuckles in between the words. She doesn’t look back, she keeps walking towards the door, swallowing her tears, her throat feels like magma. She quickens her steps so she can find a safe place to cry in time, the bathroom will do.
She hears footsteps behind her and before she knows what is happening, someone hits her neck with what feels like a math set.
” hey idiot, aren’t you the one I’m talking to? ” the same voice yells annoyingly.
Ronke turns around, burning with rage and faces Titi who has a mean look on her face, Ronke considers her options:
I. Turn back and keep walking ;
II. Hit Titi hard in the face and start a fight or run away;
III. Say words that will shut her up, turn back and keep walking.
She is tired of being trampled on, so she crosses the first option, mentally. She doesn’t want to end up cleaning the toilet for the whole week, so the second option is out too.
“You know what little miss two goody shoes? I heard there’s a new doctor in town, you know what he’s specialized at? treating psychotic pitiful asses like you. I think Your our-home-is-so-perfect-but-our-lives-are-wrecked parents should definitely fix you an appointment with him” a voice Ronke eventually recognizes to be hers says to Titi and the look on her face is utterly priceless. Ronke wishes she could capture this moment and save it in the cloud because Titi looks like she just saw a ghost, totally horrified. Ronke looks around and sees that the whole class has the same look too, she’s never talked back at Titi, never stood up to her before today and she feels so good, like a prisoner who just broke free.
The sounds of oohs and ahs diffuse through the class. Ronke turns around and continues walking towards the bathroom. Choosing the third option wasn’t that bad after all, a triumphant smile creeps onto her lips.
Hey guys! What do you think?
I need you to tell me, huh?
I really want to know what you think the story is lacking and your expectations…
And oh, have you been a bully or a victim before? Really I’d love to hear all about it, you know what to do, drop your comments. I’m waiting, okay?
So, how do you feel to have made it to the new year?
Okay, I feel totally blessed and awesome. Happy new year beautiful people!