2.The Angel

I had just ten minutes to reach class which I didn't no where it was. I entered inside the gate. The gate keeper was an old guy I waved at him, he didn't wave back. " How rude ! " I thought. Not even a smile. But that's how all gatemen are, as if they are paid to be gloomy.

" No hospitality at my new school " I thought again.

I stood near the gate confused, I didn't know where to go next. I regretted not coming with mom to check out the school she had begged me but I had refused. Anyway favour was on my side I saw a guy rushing, he entered the gate and increased his speed a little more.

He was the only one outside class at this time so I had to take this chance .

" Excuse me " I said trying to catch up with him. " What! " he said while stopping. " I'm in a rush can't you see "

I knew I had to make it count.

" I'm new here "

"So ? " he replied while turning to continue his rush.

" I don't know my way around school. " I swiftly said so that he could turn his attention to me.

" Well I would help you but I'm late Mr Boring is gonna kill me. " he said still moving forward.

Huh ! I ignored his confusing words.

" You know you can just direct me quickly then you can be on your way " I said to him.

He stopped and then he sighed.

" Which class are you then ? " he asked me calmly.

" Class B6 " I replied remembering what mom had told me during the weekend.

He looked surprised. " Really. . . that's the same' class I'm in."

I smiled and branded myself lucky.

" Come on just follow me." he turned and started moving while I followed him. He was large and his biceps were hard to miss he reminded me of this idea of starting to workout, I've had it for a long time, I never comply though.

I made a self note - today jogging- 6:00p.m.

He guided me through the typical school halls. He looked a bit older than me maybe one or two years older than me maybe even three who knows I couldn't ask a guy his age. I could tell from his thick mostaché and his just shaved chin. We by passed different classes and all students seemed to pay attention to whatever crap the teachers was saying. The silence was killing me and seeing a lot of kids gave me chills this is the part I hate about myself.

Finally we reached the class, my new class. At least that's what he claimed as he stopped at a certain door, like all schools this one also had those bright colors replaced every year, two colors to be precise, down cream and up brown a fine line dividing them.

The teacher was inside busy writing numbers and stuff on the board, he dressed like any Math teacher dull colors, big trouser gentle unironed big shirt pointy black shoes bad haircut or in his case bold head.

" F**k there is even one minute left. " the guy with the biceps said looking very annoyed. I easily noted he didn't like numbers but who does, I hate them with a vangency but I don't tell anyone, who would I tell anyway.

" Why don't we just enter. " I confidently said trying to enter. He pulled me back.

" Are you nats? Do you want to go to the principal's office on your first day, not that I care but I will also be taken there so just follow my lead, ok. " he whispered.

He tiptoed past the teacher and I followed. The guy was a natural as we all sat kids laughed and the math guy turned to the class.

" Is there a problem ? " he asked looking around the class. No one answered but I thought I was screwed. I guess he wasn't that observant he didn't notice us who had just entered moreover we sat at the last raw.( back benchers )

He got out his books and I read " Jerome Andera. "

" I'm Troy Mike " realizing that he didn't know my name I whispered to him. He nodded then turned to me shocked, " No surname ? " he whispered. I nodded. He widened his eyes a bit " Cool. " and turned to the board. Ok this was going really well.

After that lesson it was break time he showed me to the cafeteria surprisingly it was clean or maybe not that clean but relating to my former school, oh the canteen was also there. He toured me around the school, the school was huge, We went to the soccer field then to the sides of the laboratory.

Lunch came he again took me around the school and when the lessons of the day where done. At least I had a friend in my new school( though he wasn't a great tour guide) it's bad to start tagging new people by the way. I wanted to tell mon about him but I remembered I was no longer thirteen. But it would surely make her happy if I did.

Of all the things we talked about he talked about his young sister most then the mother. I didn't tell him much about myself, whenever I tell people about myself I seem to become repulsive, I just listened as he talked he was excited, he was seeing his sis after a long time.

Family - I kinda wish I had siblings.

" Bro I gotta go I would've escort you but I've got to pick up my sister ." he said as he rushed outside the gate " Ok bro " I replied acknowledging the ' bro ' tag

When I got out of the school gate I decided it'd be a great idea to walk back home and get to know this area better.

After along walk I looked up as a drop of water had splashed me.

Damn it was it about to rain .

I wished I had got a vehicle, right at the gate lot of them are were there. Big opportunity since it's a day school. I didn't see any around. Luckily mom had put an umbrella in my bag. Drops of rain started coming down from the sky like they had something agent to do down here.

I stopped to get my umbrella and unveiling it was hard, like something had jammed it.

Stupid umbrella. I finally got it to open. I felt a pair of eye on me.

Then, I saw her.

Might have been my imagination but I saw her smile. My heart skipped a beat or two.

She wasn't looking at me, she was looking straight a head from where I was I only got a simple glimpse of her side view water was dripping from her wet spaghetti blouse and from her the tips her hair. She was carrying a small purple pinkish bag too small if you ask me, the ear ring she wore reflected a little bit of light making me want to talk to her, she had a slender body, her wet clothes stuck on her brown skin, highlighting her features I could see every curve from where was. I was a nervous wreck and though she wasn't looking at me I felt as if she watched me at the corner of her eye, I forced myself to walk towards her, she seemed helpless under the rain. Lending her my umbrella would really give me a good first impression. I walked slower than I should have I was a nerve ending.

Before I got a clear glimpse of her face she ran away. I wanted to ran after her but it would be weird. I watched her as she threw those long slender legs.

In a blink of an eye she had gone....

Gone with a little bit of my heart.

****to be continued.....

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