Summer vacation was over and it was right about time to get back to hitting out the house way too early than I'd love to. I remember those times I used to make the school bus stop in the middle of the road saying I was feeling pressed, then ditch school, then get grounded when I got back home. Well, it's funny I hated school, mom clearly knew that, but what she didn't really observe was how good I was at outsmarting her, I ditched school and the best punishment she could think of was grounding? Saying no leaving the house for 7 days? Come on, that's seven days free from school, the whole point of the game, it was a win, haha.
I was smart, yea, way too smart for school, lectures and I were never compatible, I preferred playing video games all day with a bowl of richly milked cereals. Although I never really had a taste, call it favorites in anything, I would always see things equal to uselessness, crazily, I got away with everything that's including people I slammed in the process of living plain.
I finally learnt to embrace school just a little bit ever since the launch lady announced cereals were now available for suckers like myself. I feel like I'm giving way too many details of myself, oh well, no sweats, you'd probably forget all about this as I get to the interesting part. So, I had no friends, prolly guessed that. Some teachers thought I was autistic but nah, agreed, I did live a life of isolation for quite a long time, but when caught up in public conversations, I was never caught repeating words or sentences, I was fluent with English and crushed hearts with words. I was so good I once thought I could roast Eminem in a diss battle.
We were a class of hundred and fifty so you could imagine the level of stress that would come with handling us. Initially, we had a male chemistry teacher and everyone was cool with him, surprisingly, even I was cool with him, but life had to take him away or he left cause of the aches we caused him, haha. The story had it that he odied on a bunch of pills and had to be administered to the hospital. Immediately after summer, his spot had seen a replacement, some lady was brought in as a substitute and now to the best part.
Monday came, we all returned to school, I was a papetual late comer or goer whichever fits well. So, I sluggishly took my butt to class when class had already been in session. On getting there, since we were never informed about our former teacher's wing change in life, nobody expecting anything in gown to be in class filling that spot, at least I didn't. I walked in bumping into her and stupidly opened my big mouth to ask "who's the new bitch" and she immediately replied, "Your worst nightmare". I kept the conversation going rolling my eyes in a sexy way saying " technically, it would be a daydream cause the sun's still up shorty" then the whole class burst into laughter and that was when she asked me to go to the principal's office, Oops, I mistakenly called my teacher a bitch I whispered…