The "whoosh" or the "pow"

When Miles and I got back to class, it was already time for Maths class and our maths teacher was early to class as usual.

As I took down notes on calculations, Miles' shocking revelation some minutes back still lingered in my mind and I began to wonder if I would ever be able to get over such news.

I glanced at him from time to time and since his seat was quite ahead of me and in the row beside mine, I could only see his back.

' God what exactly have I gotten myself into? Was he just lying to me that he wasn't from the marine kingdom?'

We had barely gone ten minutes into the class when I glanced once again in his direction to see him suddenly stand up from his seat to call the teacher's attention.

"Yes?" The man raised an eyebrow.

"Sir, I have to go home. I just got a call from home," Miles replied. "I'll let the principal know on my way out."

"Very well. You can go," The teacher nodded his head and continued solving a problem on the board while Miles packed his things and stepped out of the class.

My eyes followed his every movement till he went out of the class, a part of me felt a tinge of something... to see him leave so early. It would always be that part of me that vouched for him - a crazy part of me it was.

However, I couldn't let him always be the one to distract me from teachings either in dreams or real life.

Maybe I contradicted myself like every other time as soon as the class ended.

"Where did he say he would be going to?" I asked Eric and Chinedu.

"Home was what he said," Chinedu replied and Eric nodded.

"Ehen..." I rubbed my chin. "Ok."

I returned to sit with Kiki who was busy scrolling through Instagram on her phone.

  I felt like spilling everything Miles told me to her but on second thought, I wondered, "If I were to tell her now, what could she possibly do about it?"

In fact, the Kiki I knew would laugh over my words and would even tell me I needed rest from my incessant daydreaming.

  "Tomorrow you go tell me say nothing dey go on,Tomorrow you go tell me say nothing dey go on," Kiki pursed her lips.

"What do you mean?" My sharp gaze travelled over to her.

"Nothing o," Her mouth went into an upside down smile and she released a chuckle that spelt mockery in full.

"You ehn. I will break you one day," I playfully tapped her across the head.

"Nor be only," She laughed. "I will beat you and beat that boyfriend of yours if you even try to call him to your defense."

"You have started again," I pouted my lips at her. Dream or real life, Kiki would always be the same especially when it came to the job of tagging handsome guys she had seen me with as my boyfriends except for Tobi, of course.

Despite all of that, I was happy to see her recovering from her experience with Tobi. Even though her recovery was going at a very slow pace, I could see progress.

She turned her head to me and poked out a red tongue from the corner of her mouth.

"Don't disturb me jor," She said as she returned her attention to watching the reels that made her laugh louder than a hyena.

However, the day went by and school was soon over. I returned home as usual and as I was about heading straight for my room, my mum who was sitting alone in the living room called me back.

It wasn't as though I hadn't greeted her or had not even acknowledged her presence, so what exactly did she want from me?

"Sit down," She said to me, her gaze fixed on her phone as she smiled at whatever she was looking at.

I moved silently to take a seat on the couch opposite hers.

"You know very well that I and Richard's wedding anniversary is coming up this weekend yet you haven't said anything or made even a slight contribution to plans for that day," She began, her gaze not for once leaving her phone.

My eyes narrowed to slits. What business did I have with her wedding anniversary?

"Sharon is so happy for us and has been helping me plan out a nice dress to wear for my husband yet, you will lock yourself in that room of yours from morning till night," She continued, her smile broadening over what she was looking at. "This is why she has always proved to be the true daughter. You, you never care. All you know is your own and only your own."

  "Sharon can keep helping you and being the true daughter. I have to read for my upcoming tests unlike your "true daughter" who only cares about boyfriends and helping to pick out dresses," I sneered.

Trust my mother, her gaze immediately moved to me from her phone.

"What did you just say?" She closed one eye and tilted her head a little to the side.

My brows furrowed and my forehead creased. I was getting angered by this uncalled for conversation.

"N-nothing," I mumbled.

"So you still have the guts to speak badly about your sister when you are already a public figure in the streets. Wonders shall never end!" Her lips went downwards in disgust and mockery.

"Mummy please I'm tired. Today has been hetic for me," I moved to stand up with a tired expression on my face - I was tired of this conversation with her.

"Why won't you be tired? Ki lo kan mi! Don't better go and change this your nonsense lifestyle," She scoffed as I made my way out of the living room and up the stairs.

Everyday I wished she could be more of a mother to me than someone who criticized everything I did and compared me with people I was obviously better than.

Miriam wasn't around today since she had taken a week off to visit her family so in her stead, our three other maids were around. They didn't sleep in our house unlike Miriam did so I wasn't quite accustomed with any of them.

I walked into the kitchen to prepare a small pot of rice and sauce for myself when the one in charge of the kitchen pleaded with me to return to my room while she helped me with cooking.

At the end of the day, I gave in to her persuasion and retired to my room while she took over the job of making something fast for me to eat.

After taking a nice shower, I threw myself onto my bed with my arms and legs spread apart as I gazed at the ceiling.

Slowly, the thought of Miles' confession returned to my mind. I didn't know at that point if it was something to be afraid about or to be casual about. This was an abnormal human being we were talking about here and I strongly believed I needed to be scared.

"I wonder what made him leave so early," I found myself saying, much to my surprise.

Even though I was scared, I was still a little curious to find out how his mysterious powers worked and to witness a show of it.

I sat up on my bed and crossed my legs.

"Would it be like the "whoosh" and "pow" in movies?" I rubbed my chin. "Or does he say some magic words or does he just snap his fingers?"

Soon, I was on my feet trying to do some moves from Avatar: The last airbender, trying to picture if it was what Miles did to use his powers.