Thunderstorm

I yawned loudly as I sat in maths class trying to not understand what our further maths teacher was blabbing about and NO, I didn't make a mistake, I was trying to NOT understand.

"How far" I heard a voice whisper to me

I turned my head to see my best friend Alice settle on the seat beside me quietly after sneaking into class through the back door.

I rolled my large dark brown eyes and lay my head on the desk, bored to death.

"I hate this school" I whispered to her

"At the end of day......" Alice whipped her neck to look at me

"School na scam" She concluded in Nigerian pidgin language

I tutted

"Like Nigeria is sooo boring, I wish something out of the blue would just happen" I lamented quietly so that the teacher wouldn't hear us

"Maybe you'll receive that spice that you want in your life today" She said with a mysterious gaze

I raised an eyebrow and we stared at each other briefly before bursting into silent laughter.

We both knew that it would never happen but I sometimes wished my life had a slightly less than normal routine, I wanted something more than waking up with nothing but a headache and trudging to school, going home, doing chores...... Uuughhhh, the list could go on forever and nothing would change after all we never get what we wish for so how could today be any different........

I turned my head on the table so I could look out the window at the sky. Beautiful, dark clouds, birds squeaking, trees swaying, wind whooshing fiercely, more dark clouds and lightening, a tornado forming in the distance. Everything seemed normal to me as I started closing my eyes drowsily then the realization hit me like a truck.

"WHAT! TORNADO, LIGHTENING? WE DON'T EVEN HAVE TORNADOES IN AFRICA" I suddenly yelled shooting up from my table.

Shocked by my sudden outburst, I looked round the class wondering why no one was paying me any attention, everyone was focused on the sudden mayhem outside even the teacher was staring out the window, his protruding belly heaving up and down.

Other classes were becoming rowdy. Our teacher hurriedly left the class just as our principal walked in, mopping his face with a neat handkerchief

"SILENCE" He boomed

The class was still rowdy, of course we would be rowdy. Of course we were still focused on what was happening outside, I was beginning to get worried and scared.

The principal took a deep breath knowing we didn't mind his presence.

"I NEED YOU ALL TO CALM DOWN AND LISTEN" He screamed.