MY SCHOOL DAYS ADVENTURES (A true story)
CHAPTER 1
I was in high school and she was in Junior Secondary. There was about five year’s difference between us. I was a prefect in the school. I was the social prefect. She was in her first year in the secondary. She was nevertheless a bit too big for her age. That was why she wasn’t very afraid of me when I came to their class that morning to flex and exercise my new powers. I had always wanted to be a prefect, so when the opportunity finally presented itself, I was very happy. I fact, I was overjoyed.
I was the social prefect and that meant I was in charge of all the school gala nights and every other social outings. I came from a good home by village standards in those days. A car brought my sisters and I every morning to school. We spoke English at home unlike other kids who spoke Pidgin English. My uniform was nicely tailored and I always carried myself with the airs of an aristocrat.
Almost every girl in school wanted to hang out with me because of the aforementioned reasons. I had a lot of girls at my disposal. However, of all the girls I would have uused, of all the hearts I would have broken, I fell in love with a first year student in the junior secondary. I have to reiterate that she was a bit bigger for her age. I have to state this clearly otherwise you will spend the rest of your reading of this story thinking I am a pervert.
I was in their class that morning to punish some students who didn’t show up for the normal Wednesday after school exercise. I had a long list in one hand and a whip in the other. I had already called the names of the students and they were now standing in front of the class. She happened to be one of them. She was the first on the line. I asked her to come forward and hold the bench so I could whip her. She hesitated a little and then came forward. Instead of her to make her but0tocks available to my whip, she calmly walked up to me and asked:
“Senior, can you please forgive us?”
I was completely taken aback. Prefects were generally feared, for her to have come up to me like that required great courage on her part. I put down the whip and looked at her intently.
“You are saying I should forgive every one of you?” I asked in disbelief. I was actually in a beating mood that morning.
“Yes, senior. Please!” She begged.
Her courage drew my curiosity.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Efundem”
“You are very courageous. Because of you, I will forgive everybody. Now all of you get back to your seats.” I ordered.
There was a general round of applause and cheers as the children all moved to their seats. I asked Efundem to meet me outside. She did.
“You have saved the class today. You have saved your friends.” I said.
“No, you did.” She corrected me. “You saved them. You shouldn’t be carrying that whip around like one ‘nwa teacher’. You look too good for that.”
“Really, are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes you shouldn’t. Students look up to you. The whole school looks up to you. However, students are beginning to hate you since you were made a prefect. You have to stop.” She lectured.
“Ok. I will do my best.” I promised. I was dumbfounded. Her courage, gentle ways and frankness had completely taken me off guard. I left immediately and went back to my class. I spent the rest of the day thinking of our encounter that I got distracted in class and was sent out of the Philosophy class. It was almost break time so it didn’t make any difference to me.
It was break time now. I was sitting on a bench in front of our class when she happened to pass by. She came to me, greeted and didn’t continue.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I sell sweets. Do you want some?”
“No, I don’t have money to buy. I have had lunch already and I am fresh out of cash.” I explained.
“I will lend it out to you and you will pay later.” She quickly said.
“You are not serious. Are you?” I asked, my eyebrows rose in disbelief.
“Damn serious” She said.
She gave me some and I ate while we chatted and laughed. It seemed so odd and so strange because of the differences in our class and status in school. However, somehow it also felt oddly right. She was round, average height slightly fair and beautiful with honest eyes. I was average height too but taller than her, brown, broad shoulders, sexxy eyes and a husky voice.
Soon the bell for after break rung and she left hurriedly back to her class. We promised to see again the following day. That was the beginning of something I didn’t bargain for but which actually steered my life to a whole new direction for the next several years.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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