The hurt

Yeah ,we have been counting days since I joined this school and calculating the percentage of it that I have been out doing this or that form of punishment so I think it is time we give up don't you? Let's just say it is one of those fine days where I am caught in the act with all evidences pointing at me, and not to worry, am not a bad student, it's just that the evil power that is called evidences pointing at me just Won't Leave me alone, every time they keep pointing at me and sometimes I begin to think both the teachers and prefects are always looking out for when am in my right and their wrong.

So here I am, digging the hell out of the agricultural experimental firm. Just to be clear, I've never set foot on the garden and I've only watched how people plough on screen but here I am doing what I have no idea how to. Don't question me, I am doing it, all I need to do is put the knowledge I've gained from the screen into practise and am good.

I am almost halfway through the allocated area when the teacher on duty, which horribly as you see is Mr Steve, oh oh Sarah I mean. I learnt he was given the nickname after he yelled at a girl named Sarah who had bladder problems to go back to class making her pee on herself. From then people started calling him Sarah problems and the girl had to transfer, well if you ask me, students are students and I may be a jerk but I feel sorry for the girl.

" If I were you, I'd stop wasting my energy and start all over again, you have done nothing here. " he laughs merrily at my new found ordeal. "What?" I yell and the hoe land directly on my feet cutting my delicate tissues and making me yell in pain. "what, oh bachelor boy got cut, he doesn't remember how to dig, wait better still he has never seen the garden, " he stares at me sternly before taking the tool.

"This. Is. How. It's. Done bachelor boy, now go to the matron, get your wound addressed then finish your punishment. Since you are hurt, I'll let the start pass but you come back here and finish off properly, agreed? " he walks away leaving me to tend to my broken skin as I limp towards the sick bay.

Reaching the sick bay, am met with my oh so cool matron. Come to think of it, are all of them grumpy? I walk towards her making her adjust her lenses and stare at me like I'm a just emerged zombie, honestly I wonder what she would do if boom, I just changed into a zombie right here. I imagine her yelling, loosing her lenses and rushing towards everywhere in particular and giggle. Maybe some other night but that is something I have to plan, for now I'll just let her tend to the wounded in battle, me.

"Young man if you want to keep laughing, do that somewhere else not here I got serious things to do. " she looks at my feet making me squirm under her stare. If you are wondering, I had to dig in sleepers since once again, Mr 'punishment is meant to make you learn not for fun Steve' denied me the humble chance for the store man to provide me with certain necessary essentials to undertake my torment. " I don't see anything big that makes you limp there, I'll just recommend something small then you are out of here. " she stands up and opens the door leading to the kitchen.

Well, literally, the sick bay, kitchen and dining hall are connected. I think the main reason why the planner put it that way was so that overnight sick students can easily get access to the kitchen at night but the matron would never let his plans materialise since she literally locks the door and walks with the key in her wallet or lock it in her drawers.

Soon she orders me to lie down and before I know it, I feel a sharp pain in my sore foot and yell. I stand up only to notice she just poured salt on my dirty wounded leg without cleaning it. " what the hell, did you just pour salt on my leg? And without even cleaning it first? " I yell irritated. "Oh, let me get this right, you came here with your dirty leg so I could clean it for you? You do know there are no slaves here right? If you wanted your leg cleaned then I think you are in the wrong place. "

Soon am dragged and dumped outside the sickbay, she looks at me like am some unwanted lost puppy then smiles lovingly. If you aren't in my situation then you'd actually think the smilell is God given, " I think the place you are desperately looking for is the tap. " she locks the door on me and soon all is silent as I am left gaping and wondering what just happened. So apparently, I was wrong, the reason she locks that door is so she is the only one who can easily access salt from the kitchen.

"Young man, " I look towards the window where the matron is peeping, " salt kills germs if you never knew, also, next time if you feel like you are doctor enough, don't show up here. " then she is gone and a numbing silence follows. I was thinking twice about my zombie prank but after this, it is definitely happening in a few.

Figuring it's enough and she is definitely not going to give me the key to the dormitory, I walk towards the dorm. I branch by the tap and clean my leg before continuing on my journey. Reaching the window to our cube, I realise I could never be thankful enough for the people who built this dorms since the windows are low enough to act as both ventilation and entrance facilities, blame the constructors not me.