Agbakwuru Deborah

IN SCHOOL...... “You!, the boy putting on the red pair of glasses”, shouted Mr Matt, our new music tutor. His oversized trousers and grey moustache always stood him out, though he was a man in his mid-thirties. Everyone looked towards the back seat, my favourite spot at that. Me? I asked, feigning ignorance. “No, not you, but the shadows around you!” Mr Matt shouted, now looking extremely stern. I could, of course, hear the giggling of others as they thought it was funny. Chills ran down my spine, I developed goosebumps which were visible even to the blind. Standing from my seat, as slow and sluggish as a snail, all I could mutter was “ errhm errhm”... “Out of the class now!” ordered Miss Ray, a technical director working with the principal, as she stormed into the classroom. “There is an impromptu and urgent meeting with the principal and every student of Dewhills Junior High“, she said. That was all I needed to hear, to save me from imminent embarrassment. “We continue immediately after the meeting", Mr Matt said staring at my face as if waiting for a response. How on earth was I supposed to know the meaning of MISODOCTAKLEIDIST?........... Written by Agbakwuru Deborah