IN MY HEAD

CHAPTER FIVE- MOST PEOPLE CALL ME REEL

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   I calmly brushed the back of my school skirt as I stood up cleaning my legs and adjusted my school bag in place. It was rude enough of that guy to push me. If I stood in his way, he would have said so simply like a civilised human. Last I recall a polite _excuse me_ wouldn't hurt either. It looked like the universe had turned its back on me the mere first day of school. First of all, I had a slight misunderstanding with my parents which I was still yet to tender my apologies, then some random guy shoves me aside like I'm some piece of shit, without even offering an apology.

    I remembered in the meantime that I had a class to catch up with probably so I hastened my pace as I quickly walked down the aisle and finally found the class, with the inscription of  'SS2 C' on the tag. I peeked inside the class and found out a teacher was inside already. I stepped in immediately without any further hesitation.

"Good morning sir". I greeted him and scanned around the class in search of an empty seat. I saw a seat close to the window at the third row and headed towards it.

"Hey, is this seat empty?" I asked the pretty girl seating close to the empty desk. She'd weaved her hair into neat simple cornrows.

"Yeah it sure is, you can". She said making room for me to pass. I sat down and pulled out a new notebook and kept it on the desk. I absentmindedly watched the teacher's lips move, not really listening to what he was saying. I tried to grasp what the teacher was saying, so I looked at the white board and I figured we were having Government that morning. He was teaching the topic 'Nationalism in Nigeria'. I tried as much as possible to listen, so I could make do with a little information.

   As I was just beginning to understand what the teacher was saying, a light skinned girl walked in taking her time like she owned the clock. She had an extremely pretty face... what am I saying? Extremely pretty was an understatement. She was comely and had the curves at just the right places. A perfectly curved butt and sizeable breasts all of these made her look bigger than the class though. By merely looking at her face, you might be tempted to will in your submission whatever she demanded. She had an innocent looking face, her eyebrows were well arched and well-trimmed, her lips plump and full, her face didn't seem to have a trace of makeup. I was quite sure her skin glimmered when she was under the sun. Even in her uniform she looked so glamorous as she had the body of a model.

"Natasha, you are late again. Everytime I'm having your class, you are always late. It's becoming a habit, please change". Our Government teacher said sternly

"I'm sorry sir, my driver had to drop my parents at work before taking me to school". She said while taking graceful steps to the far end of the class. The teacher sighed and continued his teaching. The class dragged on slowly and to be honest, Government class was boring I could tell already. I glanced at my seatmate, she was reading a novel under the locker. I smiled and looked at the teacher. I was grateful when the teacher began to round up the class.

"We have come to the end of this class, your assignment for today is, 'The effects of Brain Drain in Nigeria today'. He paused and watched the class before he continued. "This assignment is not a regular essay narrative, it's going to be an expository presentation. Each student will be given only three minutes for the presentation". He finished and picked up his books from the desk and left the class. As soon as he left the class, there was a thunderous uproar in the class, everybody started making noise.  I sighed and I observed my desk, there was an in-built locker. I made a mental note to bring a padlock with me next time, to avoid carrying all my books back home everyday. I opened it and neatly arranged my notebooks and textbooks inside. Once I finished arranging, I looked at my seatmate who was still reading the novel I saw her with during the government class. I am not so good at starting small talks but I couldn't just keep looking around the class. I looked at the back of the class, and saw a group of boys and girls gathered around Natasha. I sighed and tried saying something to my seat mate.