I hate school! I hate school as much as I hate playing basketball in the rain!
I knew what to expect from my first day at school. The bullies, the almost filled school bus with teens around my age talking about their wonderful holidays and the teacher who cared about me. But things were about to change sooner than I thought. It was as if a divine order had been placed in my life and no matter what I tried to do, I can't erase it. Escaping my fate was worse than running away from a drone that has been designed to kill me.
I sat down in the only empty seat in my class, which was right in front of my neighbour's son, Clag. After asking a few persons some questions, I discovered that Clag had been promoted to our class. I didn't understand that at first until Clag told me how he had a 95% average last term and the school authority felt it was best he skipped the class he was about to enter and join our final year class.
"I am going to be your classmate from henceforth. So you can't be too far away from me," Clag said and I had to agree that he was right.
With options for different Universities coming my way and a chance to actually prove to Dad and Mum that I could actually be the best in my class again, I had to be way more serious considering the competition I had now in form of Clag.
"Where will you be spending most of your time at?" I asked Clag.
"In the library," Clag said.
"Can I join you?" I asked.
"Only if you allow me to spend a good amount of time with you."
"Why are you so interested in spending a lot of time with me?"
"Can't you see that I have no friends. I am the odd one in this school and no one likes to spend time with nerdy kids."
A year ago, I found out that all a nerd had to do if he wanted to fit in with dumb teens in school is to help them with assignments and classwork. From the look of things, it was clear to me that Clag wasn't doing either of them.
"I am a nerd too," I said to Clag.
"So you are like me?"
"Kind of but not too nerdy nerd like you. I have a few people that I could call friends but it is easy to say that they are sticking with me because I help them with schoolworks."
"Those are not real friends," Clag said. "They are parasites."
I had no choice but to agree with Clag that he was right. I guess all my life I have allowed people to use me a lot without making a noise. Maybe I am too soft on people or too kind on people, I don't know. Clag was a nerdy guy but he was a nice guy too and here I was, chasing the only real friend I had and still bearing in mind what happened some days ago with my soccer boots that he took from me.
I guess I have been confused most of the time in my life and I have not been able to make good decisions that would guarantee the prosperous future that I have always dreamt of.
True, I was at the top of my class. One of the brightest science students in my class but everything was about to change after my first day at school— the day I really spoke to Clag for the first time in my life.
And the diary of my life I was planning on writing actually changed to a mini autobiography of some sort, without my consent, and all I could do was watch until the whole story that I had never planned for, changed the way I view life.
Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger is his second book and his second attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist. To stay connected with him and his works, you can follow him on Instagram using the account name, Chibuzor Victor Obih or follow him on Facebook using the account name, Author Chibuzor Victor Obih.
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