The Ultimation - Episode 2

 

“All staannnd greet!”
“Good morning sir, you’re welcome to SS3 Humanities. God bless you sir.”
Our Economics teacher, Mr. Afolabi, walked into the class. I don’t really like him because he’s so arrogant, always boasting about his subject and degrading other subjects. He’s a tall, light in complexion man . His voice sounds like he has water in his throat. He’s classes are usually very boring and that is one of the reasons why I don’t offer his subject. 
“Oya Victory pack your things and leave my class” He spat.
Sigh.
“I’m not the one that said you should choose music so start going to the studio. And make it snappy!”
Before this session, we’ve had to do twelve subjects. But coming into this session, we were asked to choose the nine subjects we will be doing in our WAEC. I did Economics in SS1 and SS2 and I excelled in it. But this session, I decided to drop it and face my passion, music. So yes, Economics was one of the subjects I dropped. Ever since the moment Mr. Afolabi knew I had dropped Economics, he doesn’t cease to make me regret my actions but sadly it’s not happening. Many of my classmates keep complaining about him so I don’t see any reason to retrace my steps.
I walked out of the class and towards the music studio, with my books

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. Mr. Deniran, my music teacher was not in but I’ve always had my key to the studio. The reason is because, Mr. Deniran cherishes me. I’m the only music student, others dropped it this session for Economics and because of that he always calls me his ‘one and only'. Basically, I’m very good at the theory of music not the practical aspect especially the ones that have to do with playing instruments. But I have to learn it in preparation for my WAEC.
“Errr… Victory I’m sorry for coming late. I just left SS2 Humanities. I was doing the correction to their test” Mr. Deniran said as he walked into the studio. 
“Oh! Who scored the highest in the test?” I asked as I lifted up my head from the book I was reading.
“Guess” he smiled at me. 
Gush! he has started again now.
“Just say it joor.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you after class today.”
Suspense. Sigh. 
“Na wa oh! just tell me naa.” I insisted.
“Okay. Did you do that assignment I gave you last week?”
“Yes, I tried to do but it was hard.”
“Okay let me see it.”
“Here.” I stretched out my notebook to him. He took it and began to examine it.
“This girl you will start teaching those SS2 students oh” He exclaimed.
“Did I get it?” I blushed.
“You really tried. Based on the fact that I’ve not taught you before, you did well. It just needs little polishing and it’s perfect. By the way, your work is neat. Keep it up girl!”
“Oya tell me who got the highest”
“Okay, it was Eunice that got the highest.”
“Wow! What happened to Ruth that always take the lead?”
“Personally, I think Ruth is beginning to relax too much. She no longer does her assignments and she doesn’t even pay attention in class. So, when I saw what she got I wasn’t surprise. By the way, I’m not the one that marked it. Mr. Abraham did.”
“Oh! Okay. No problem.”
Pause
“What did I get in my own test?” I asked. 
“You tried but you didn’t get all. Thank God there’s no competition for you.”
My face dropped.
“What did I get?”
“Take your script.”
Bell rings. Last period ends. Lunch time. 
“This our time keeper’s time ehn.” He hissed.
Quietly, I packed my books and left the studio while Mr. Deniran was arranging his desk. I just saw my score. I got seven and half out of ten. I’m so sure it is that practical that failed me. Hiss.
I’m definitely not taking lunch today. I was arranging my cupboard in class; it was really scattered. And by the time I was leaving class, I was sure junior school students would have gotten to the dining hall already. And that means everywhere will be crowded and I’ll have to struggle for food. So right now, I’m on my way to the hostel. The sun is very hot. It’s making me sweaty and uncomfortable. I can’t wait to get to hostel where I can lie down on my bed and think.
So far so good, I’ve been breaking barriers and doing so well in school. I’m now part of the brains in class. I’m the best in maths in my class and part of the best five students. I feel so fulfilled.
“Victory!”
Arrh! Someone just shouted my name.
I turned back, lo and behold it was the almighty Dubem. A tall, not so handsome boy(if you ask me). He’s a student of my set but he’s in commercial class. Many girls are crushing on him especially juniors. He’s very jovial though, but he mocks and ridicules girls with his friends
Why is this one looking for me now? 
I stopped walking and waited for him to catch up. He ran towards me when he realized I wasn’t going to accept him keeping me standing under the hot sun.
“Please can you help me tell Art and Commercial girls that there’s joint math class during night prep today?” He requested while panting. 
“Who said it?” I questioned. 
“Mr. Joseph.”
Shit. I planned not to come for night prep. I’m so tired. 
“Okay.” I rolled my eyes. 
He left my sight before I could say ‘Jack Robinson’.
This can’t be true. Who sat on my bed?! 
“Who the fuck sat on my bed?!” I screamed to no one in particular. I think I’m the only one in the hostel. I feel it’s either the cleaners or one of the hostel mistresses that sat on my bed.
I’m one of the few neat girls in this hostel. And I’ve developed the habit of laying my bed every morning before going for class. I lay it smoothly because I like when I come back to a fresh laid bed. My corner is a very segregated corner. In fact, I don’t have a bunk mate. Nobody comes toward that area often and I’m fine with it. I hate when someone stays on my bed and that’s what I’ve come to see this afternoon. For a while now, I’ve been noticing my bed is not as neat as how I leave it. Today, the person did not make any attempt to lay it back. Gush! I’m going announce it when everybody is in the hostel and after that I’ll report to the hostel mistress.
“Who sat on my bed?” I shouted at no one in particular. I’ve waited for everyone to come around so I can know the culprit.
“Who stayed on my bed oh?” I screamed again after no one replied me the first time.
“Okay, I’m going to report to mama Rose sha. And by the way, art and commercial students, Mr. Joseph said I should tell you guys that there’s math class this night prep.”
Immediately, I walked out. I don’t want any question from anybody. I walked towards my house mistress room to report to her on how I met my bed. She simply apologized and guessed it was the cleaners. I just didn’t want to stress it so I went back to the hostel. I laid my bed again and slept off.