First Day in School

One week later, my mom took me to the school on a public vehicle for my registration into the new school, the same school as Cynthia. Yeah, went on a public vehicle, mom was yet to bring down her car from the east down to Abuja. Mom would have driven us to Abuja by herself if she had more confidence or believed in herself a little bit more, so, because she thinks she can't drive that long distance and also that she was not conversant with the route, so, for that, she had to make us use the public bus. But she said in due time she will send for our car.

It was a beautiful Monday morning, mom looked extremely beautiful in her corporate black dress, and her wig was also a beautiful one. It was the same school as Cynthia, the same school aunty Paula had recommended to mom. The name of the school was Ambassadors of Wisdom International School (AWIS).

Ambassadors Of Wisdom International School (AWIS) was one of the best, most recognized, and most expensive schools in Maitama Abuja. The school was well equipped with the best libraries, laboratories, smart-looking students, qualified tutors, and of course a very standard structure with enough fields for the students to run around. In the front of the school gate was "WELCOME TO AMBASSADORS OF WISDOM INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL (AWIS)" written boldly. 

I apparently love the school immensely, anyone could tell that I love the school from the bright smile wore as we both tore the school environment.

 "Mom, the garden of peace looks very serene". 

So I said to my mom. The garden of peace was a small arena, decorated with flowers and colourful trees, it was very calm, peaceful and mind-soothing. One can always get a sense of tranquillity and true peace around there.

"Honey your principal asked us to go to the fashion department over there to get your measurement, right? But... I'm sorry, you have to go alone, I have something pressing I must do now, this registration procedure has taken more time than I estimated. Now take this receipt, show it to the tailor and he or she will take your measurement. After that, you can locate your class. Hope you can do that."

 Mom said with a smile and gave me a piece of receipt to take along with him.

 "you can start with any cloth, for now, the principal said." 

My mom said and left me, her son who was almost too excited to be in a school with such amenities. Yeah, the school is stocked with loads of exciting facilities. One of the reasons I love the school so much is because of Cynthia, you see, Cynthia and I were already best of friends, and if the truth must be told, then it will be that I was already crushing on her. Common, don't give me that look, you would also crush, this girl I'm telling you about is an epitome of beauty. The most exciting thing for me was that I now got the chance of spending even more private time with Cynthia.

I finished everything I was supposed to do on time and so, I went back to the principal's office. Hahahaaa... The principal's dress was a bit funny, In fact, I got to realise later that he always dresses like that. That day just like every other day he tucked in his finely ironed shirt in his trouser which was almost sitting on his chest above his massive pot belly. He was a fat ma with a small head, he had a very chronic bald head and the middle of his head, his size made his shortness very obvious.

The principal called on my form master who took me to the classroom. As my form master and I walked around the school to my class, we could see students piping through their windows to see the unique new kid in school. And by "Unique new kid" im sure you know I'm the one that I am referring to. When my form master and I stepped into the class, the students who sat at the front sit banged their desks rhythmically and the rest of the students responded with a uniformed salutation.

 "Good morning sir, we are happy to see you this morning, God bless you, sir. Amen." 

They all greeted in unison. 

"Morning all, you may sit." 

The form master responded. He was a tall lanky man, with a very deep voice, he wore black jeans and a white shirt which he tucked in neatly with a well-polished black shoe. 

"As you all can see, we have a new student here in our midst, though he didn't start with us at the beginning of this term, I'm still sure he can cope if he shows interest, so you all should help him with your notes if he asks."

 The form master said.

"So, Mr New person, introduce yourself to the class and let us know you." 

He added.

 "I am Damien Chibuzor." 

I rhythmically made the introduction.

"Where are you from?" 

A student asks. 

"Anambra state." 

He added. 

"It is ok, you may now go and make yourself comfortable in any empty seat of your choice." 

The teacher said to me.

"How could they allow such hair in the school? What rubbish!" 

A boy from the class said in a low pitch. His name was Bright. Bright was the oldest in the class and had always enjoyed the reputation of 'the school bully', and now I candidate to bully, well I'm not new to people like him, I've been bullied almost all my life. From the first second Bright set his eyes on me, he had developed this strong hatred, well, I don't blame him, it's something that comes naturally, Boys hate hate me, they often see me as a competition, poor me, I don't even have time for that.

"can't you even see his eyes? The buy is even wearing contact lenses."

Another boy responded to Bright's observation. 

"You can't blame the school, he could be a son of one of these our corrupt Senators." 

Another kid responded. 

"Senators my ass, this is totally unacceptable in any African school. Not to say Nigeria"

 Bright added.