Making new friends

My dear how are you and how was  school? Mum asked me the moment l sat down in the passenger's seat.

Am okay mum and school was a little bit  boring. May be because it's my first day in there. I replied looking outside through the window. 

Yes it may be the case and l guess you didn't make any new friends as of yet.  The cold face you have now tells me that am right. She voiced out while giving me a quick look before initiating the engine into the drive way.

To that l didnt answer right away. My mind  took me back to what happened during the English period when that Ron of a boy and Mr. Robert hit at each other. There is something not right about my new school. Even the other students were behaving weird which left me more curious. How can l befriend them after seeing the way they conduct themselves. Of course l need to make new friends in order to fit in but today wasn't the best day l guess. 

I don't think it's because l kept a cold face with me the all day. But l somehow felt that l don't like the way the students would look at me. On top of that, their scents is another thing that l found disturbing the most. It kept on lingering in my nostrils the all day.

Although l didnt get much of the memories at my first day of the new to keep for future reminder, l was hoping upto to the new tomorrow.Something is up with this school and l must get to the bottom of it. 

I just didn't make my self for other students available to befriend. I was studying them first. I told mum.

Studying them! Mum frowned. She then said;you are studying them, are they exams that you have to do at the end of the term? We all broke into laughter. Like seriously mum how can you say that. Of course l needed to study them first so that l dont get untrustworthy friends you know.l defended my point. 

Mum gazed at me with a raised brow and she then concentrated on driving. Was it obvious that l lied to her? 

As we bypassed the area where we found the corpse of that boy in the morning, l came to realization that it's not only the new school that  is strange but the entire city. There is this feeling inside me that the people around aware of what's really happening.

My thoughts came to stop when mum halted the car. We have reached home into more than half an hour.

There is few groceries in the car boot Daci help me to carry them into the house. Mum told me as l jumped out of her car. Okay right away. I responded. She also came out and together we had everything taken to the kitchen.

After putting everything to where it should be, l left towards my room. I immediately went for a shower which l made quick.

When l was done, l took my phone from the drawer to begin my search. Alpha l typed the word into the G****e search engine but then it hit me hard that l dont have internet connection.

How did l have forget about it. It has been days now and am offline.Of course l did since l was busy exploring the woods. My phone never worked since we settled here. It didn't have any problem before but it just stopped working on its own.l can't log in into any social media handles. God this really sucks.

Mum will not look at the issue given that these are school days. She will definitely tell me to wait on weekends to have the phone fixed. It's my bad luck that l will be spending another week without my phone.Poor me. 

I sighed as l lay flat on my bed. I don't recall when l slumbered. I gain my senses when my mum's calling out to my name sounded into my ears. Glancing at the wall clock, it drawn on me that l had slept for over forty minutes.

Mum was calling me to eat something and also inquire what l would love to eat for dinner.

I took few straw berries from the fridge and poured myself a glass of milk. I sat on the kitchen dinning and started to eat.

Mum was looking at what to cook in the drawers. She then glanced at me. We can eat anything mum no need to stress about it. I said before she could talk. I knew that whenever she is out of cooking ideas, she will look one from me.

Mum shock her head at my response. I was actually expecting you to say that. Even if you hate cooking but atleast there should be something that you want to eat. I mean you favorite dish. She replied. 

I just smiled at her. She is right. Among the things that l hate doing the most is cooking. Sometimes mum could tell me that cooking can be fun at times but l dont see where the fun could be in it. I found it trouble some. Especially that part where you have to cut onions. When l was sixteen mum wasn't around at home. So l had to prepare lunch for the first time. Onions went into my eyes making me shed tears. From then onwards, l hate cooking.

May be that the reason that am not picky when it comes to eating. I just shover whatever that is available. 

At the end mum decided on baking home made pizza for dinner. I only helped her to slice tomatoes and green paper. The rest were all her doings until it was finished and placed on the dinning. 

Mum's cooking are always superb. I don't to think twice while eating.. We ate in silence as she will always tell me that food needs to be respected. After dinner we cleared up everything together. We sat in the living room afterwards. I then remembered that she had gone for a job interview. How did l forget it upto this time? I asked my self inwardly. I then turned to mum who was busy watching the news;How as your interview? Did you get the job?