Every School Has a Bully

ELI

me maths teacher ,Mr Donalds. I am not really the average smart girl, or the super smart girl either. I am dumb ,dumb as a rock. Is that what they say? I take up my brush ,looking at the pink clock above my mirror,it's thirty three minutes past six AM. I walk s

ooked up at me ,the very moment she heard

eady? Did the wate

d" I replied an

m says and walks her chubby body upstairs. Mum is not all that fat ,

esting to watch. The smell of bread toasting wafts into my nostrils. I decided to che

any house help before. Back at Port-harcourt it used to be just me and mum cleaning the house and cooking. Dad was never around, anyway since he was always working late hours at the hospital. It's a good thing

brown square patterned shirt with whites buttons and black flats,smelling of

ss up" mum

unlike Standard,plus these pink flats are my favorites and my sixteenth birthday gift from Dad last year. I pack my books from my study table into my bag. I know I didn't get most of the equations but I give up. If I carry on this way I wonder what my WAEC results would look like. When I

eds to drink up her last bit of tea. I munch up

,I don't want t

ts. I'm about to nod in approval when Agnes comes in with

into it. Mum stares at me quite sternly and I add a "m

house.I hear her say something like laundry. I hope she doesn't do mine, because it would be awkward. I

y car. Thank God mum doesn't have a driver eithe

um has been acting like this was the life designated for her ,e

s look exquisite and neat as well. We drive out of Peace estate 1 ,into the road, drive past four banks, a retail supermarket and drive into Peace estate 2 ,as a scrawny looking confused tra

m calls me back like I knew she would

ive me money but I

ding and sigh. Well I guess I can save more now. Because I don't have anything to do with the money,besides I don't have t

Mr Donalds walks in with a handsome smile on his face ,neat

,I try to correct some of my solvings before he gets to me, but the class number is small compared to Standard, he stretches out his long arms I look at his note, Owen Babalola. I hand my book over to

us anyway. The girl beside the stink eye is drawing into her book with a shiny yellow pencil. While the stink eye girl sits upright and ,somewhat slouched though, facing her right. She is looking at the

lly finishes ma

ng? I give the girl seated beside me a confused look and s

rded another name, "d

ilola ,six. Pauline, eight. Jessica, eight. Samson,five. Daniella, ten. Modup

ve , ten. Owen,eight.Michael,

turns to look at me. And then without warning, they slid down my face warm and salty. Daniella turns around and gives me a sympathetic look as I struggle to