FLAMES

EPISODE THIRTEEN 13:SICO

"And mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell,"Mrs Collins said.

While I just looked like an idiot.

We immediately heard the bell signaling the end of the period.

You see, in this country, the students leave the class immediately when the bell rings.

I just always remember my school back in Nigeria, if Mr Kazeem doesn't ask you to leave his class and you leave, just get your coffin ready, cause you are dead meat.

I packed my binders with the hope of just getting to the cafeteria and having lunch.

But there is always bad news.

"Miss Damilare,"Mrs Collins called me.

I always find it hard not to laugh cause they always pronounce my name without pronouncing the "E" that is the last letter.

I just pray I don't laugh one day and especially not in Mr Lois's class, that man is a big ass racist, we are five blacks in my class out of over fifteen students and he hates us all with a passion, that man is never scared to insult blacks.

He should just try out to be a green lantern, he has a strong will power.

"Yes,"Mrs Collins answered.

"The principal seeks your presence,"she said.

"OK, I'll be sure to go there right away," I said.

What did I do that warrants the principal to seek for me?

Hope I'm not in trouble.

I walked through the hallway and I stumbled into a certain room. It was like a locker room. What I saw next was out of this world.

It was Michael and he had basketball attire on, I think he has a game but how can a seventeen year old have a tattoo? He had a small spider tattoo on his right arm, but it was still visible.

"Oh my God, you have a freaking tattoo, is it even legal,"I asked.

"Keep your nose out of my business and the door is that way,"he said.

"Why should I be the one to leave? We are both students and we have equal rights," I said.

"It's either that eyepatch is blocking the view of your second eye or you can't read. It's the boys locker room and you are not supposed to be here," he said.

I felt bad immediately, did he just rub it in my face that I'm one eyed, one way or the other I always find a way to make a fool of myself.

"Thank you for reminding me that I'm one eyed goodbye," I said as I exited the room.

"Hey I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way," he said, holding my arm.

"Touch me next time and I won't correct you with my mouth," I said, yanking his hand off my arm.

So much for being in a prestigious school, he always finds a way to hurt me. It's not his fault anyway, how I wish I was back in Nigeria with my happy family.

I walked over to the principal's office, I knocked on the door and I was given permission to enter.

I scanned through the office and it was filled with awards and medals the school has won, it also had the photo of the Queen of England, Queen Elizabeth.

And a calendar on her table says that the date is October 13, 2020.

"Have a seat Miss Damilare,"she said.

The principal is a black, with dark chocolate skin and brown eyes, she is average in height.

There was Principal Mavis on her table.