Chapter Two

The Nigerian Montessori Group of Schools was a school located at Ikorodu, Lagos State had a vast amount of land with several buildings in it, the Administrative block where the Director's office, principal's office, the two vice principal's office and the bursar's office as well, another room was on the ground floor which served as the Hall of Heroes where expectional students and staff throughout the school's 25 years of existence where immortalized, with their pictures taken and framed alongside their names written in gold, most recent Femitope Oliva, a Yourba girl of the most recent out gone set, scoring an amazing 363 in her UTME examination conducted by JAMB, just 2 marks short from the overall best in the country that year,she made 9 distinctions in her WASSCE as well as 8 distinctions and 1 credit in her NECO examinations, she was awarded scholarships from the Governor of the State and the Director of the school. Other students dream of such opportunities and NMGS was the place to actualize all your dreams.

"I still can't believe your sister got straight A's in her WAEC ", said Mmesoma, an extremely pretty girl and the leader of the school's gymnastics team.

" It's not really a shock, she's the brains of the family literally but I'm not far behind though ", said Toluca, Topes's younger sister," She has moved to Austria last week, she got admission into one of the universities there and I'm already missing her "

" That's really nice, I haven't talked to her since graduation", replied Mmesoma, "Your here acting like you two share a placenta", they both laughed

"What's with the formal tone, abi you don already become Head girl? ", asked Brittany, a tall dark girl, the whole class burst into laughter(except the boys, they were at the back),just then Mr. Samuel, the Physics teacher walked in.

" Good day, Mr. Samuel", the class choursed

"Good day students ", he replied dropping his tablet on a locker, they immediately turned their tablets on, while Mr. Samuel gave them instructions," Go to Scalars and Vectors, we are going to learn about the nature of their direction and/or magnitude, I would also like to inform you all that I am the form teacher for your class this year and I hope we can create lasting memories together "

" And you handing out extra marks", said a tall boy seating at the back row, the entire giggled including Mr. Samuel

"I can see what I will do about that ", he said surveying the class," First thing is first, appointing of the class prefect and the assistant and I have looked at your faces, I know all of you, if not by name but by character, so after a quick session in my brain, Gregory is the class prefect and Lanna is the assistant, are you all happy with my decision? "

" Yes sir", they answered back as the two students came out and shook hands with him like he were the president, they returned to their seats and lessons began. Chika paid serious attention in classes, but that day had other plans, he listened to. Mr. Samuel teach when his palms felt sweaty, this face too and the words of Mr. Samuel barely audible, he excused himself and went to the bathroom, he threw up in the toilet, and decided to go to the school nurse, who told him to rest in the after taking medications.

"Hello?!!!! ", said a voice, Chika looked around, where in the world was he, he was also thinking of the two girls he had SEX with, so mad at himself he could F**K another girl, he looked all around him as he was surrounded by tall trees, mist mildly impairing his visibility, not mentioning everywhere was dark.

"How did I get here? " he asked bending down and touching the floor," It's certainly real?!!",then he heard his name and again

"Chika?, Chika?!, Chika?!! ", screamed the nurse looked agitated," You were mumbling things "

" Yes ma'am", he replied

"Don't you need rest? ", she asked," I could call your parents to you up? "

" No need for that, I'm feeling better already ", he lied

" Alright just take that cup of water and be on your way ", she said as she left for her office

" Thanks ma'am", he said finishing the water in one gulp, when he got back, the Economics teacher, Mr. Rural who he walked past him without the faintest greeting before he was stopped dead in his tracks

"My friend where are you coming from?", he asked in his Fulani accent showing his white turned yellow set of teeth

"I just got back from the school clinic", he responded with a whimper, barely a soul heard him

"My friend answer me", he fired at Chika, he was such a pickled and he fact was he wasn't an Economics student, all these raced through Chika's mind as Mr.Rufai picked up his tablet and asked hima question

"You thought Demand and Supply back in your 10th grade, am I right?"

"Yes sir", he responded, his health coming back to him, "What does that have to do with me coming in late, I dont offer Economics and I would love to find my way to my seat", the entire classroom fell silent, as Chika walked back to his seat, lost on words Mr.Rufai continued with his classs and left when he was done. Immediately after the classes the students(the boys) went to the back of the class where they had their normal banter, and just returning from the long holidays, they had a lot to talk about

"Gentlemen and Alhaji...uhmmm.....Lawal", Charlie said, sorry.....,let's do the introductions, Charles "Charlie" Chibuikem Wilson, son of millionaire and business tycoon Akachukwu Wilson who had companies and estates in a lot of places but Charlie was born in the United Kingdom and raised by his mother, the fifth of seven wives of his father.....but that's a stroy of another day, he had an uncontrolled passion towards football, he actually had a dream of playing for Manchester City, he favorite club(I do believe he got into trouble for starting a riot in his 9th grade when City beat Liverpool to the title).....all memories, "Who's got a bet on who's winning the title this season?....ehnnn?....Alex?...Giovanni??.....literally no one, you all don't have liver?...

"Oga, don't write us off yet", said Ahmed, an avid supporter of Arsenal Football Club, "I do strongly believe Arsenal have an equal chance at winning the title, this season.....

"EHHHHHH", the boys bellowed, with banter following suit. Mrs. Dora stepped in a few moments later.A very light skinned woman in her late 20s,with a lot of front and back, beautiful and had a wonderful voice which she used to bless the school very morning or when she was called upon, she had recently gotten married and her loving nature seemed to her multipled.

"Good day, Mrs Dora", they said in unism

"Good day lovely children ", she said," How are you all?"

"We are good ma, thanks", they had their. English for two periods before they headed our for break, while most of them in the 11th grade circled Mr. Kehinde's office, taking forms, returning them filled up and empty, the list was out in front of his office (QUALIFICATIONS FOR SCHOOL POSITIONS),Chika stood and watched a girl cry cause she didn't make the cut to contest for the Library prefect went in took his form, filled it out and placed it back in the office. He had just reached class when he saw Alex and another boy by the name Idris Kampbell Jr. exchanging words he joined in only to find out that Idris had smashed Alex's new phone and Alex demanded a replacement

"What should I tell my parents that happened to the phone?!! ", Alex bellowed, he was livid," You have to pay me for the damage"

"I'm not paying anything ", Idris said, then Alex three a punch and the class was divided, the boys versus Idris and his friends, we tugged and pulled shirts, Chika got punched in the face,as the fight wore off, we trashed the classroom and destroyed our tablets and some desks. Alex and Idris were in a big fight on their own, Idris being the don of former Boxing Heavyweight Champion of Africa, had bruised Alex quite well but Alex was good with his fists too, it all came to a halt when the Principal himself stepped in

"Stop this madness!!! ", he said" All of you to my office now!!!! ", they picked themselves from the rubbles of lockers and spoilt school tablets with their torn shirts, and a whole lot of pain, they walked straight to the principal's office.