SAMA'S TORN INTENTIONS

Adson presided over the end of week assembly with less enthusiasm, giving out cleaning routines and expectations for the coming week, he had now mastered the art of public speaking and the funny faces the primary five boys made at him no longer intimidated him. But today’s assembly was different, his ears were so open that he could hear what the last students were saying, most of them were not even bothered by what he was saying. In order to focus, he focused more on the pupils in the front rows, these always still had neat uniforms, clean cut nails and combed hair. Their thoughts were quiet, ears and eyes all focused on what he had to say and eager to go home. He concluded his speech and resumed his seat at the front of the assembly. His laser watch that his uncle let him keep beeped to reveal 4:30pm.