**Seun's POV.**
I arrived home with my brother, Seyi, around 5:00pm that evening and I was exhausted. This boy was eleven. Why did everyone keep calling him a child? I mean… I was only fifteen too. I cooked noodles and my brother and I ate. After we had eaten, he did the dishes while I arranged the house. We then proceeded to do our homework. At least, that was what I was doing. I couldn't say the same for Seyi. Our mum arrived two hours later with a slim girl that looked more like she was underfed. She introduced her to us as Caro. "What sort of name is that?" I thought.
My mum went to her room to take a bath and instructed me to show Caro to one of the the guest rooms where she would be staying. Caro quickly carried her bag- a Ghana must go bag that looked like it was an ancestral gift passed down from generation to generation. She followed me and placed her bag carefully on the floor in the room I showed her. Then I pointed out the wardrobe to her and told her she could arrange her clothes in it later. She said "Thank you Ma." and I was relieved to learn that she speaks English. Even though it seemed like it wasn't well polished, it was good enough.
The time was now 7:30pm and dinner was ready. My mum made it with Caro and I's help. We all had dinner and while at it, my mum told Caro the things she needed to know and do in the house, more like a job description. Dinner was done and my mum went to her room. I was more than pleased knowing that that was the last of her I had seen that day. She didn't even hurl so many insults today. I guess she just wanted Caro to feel welcome. It was good for me anyway.
Before my mum's arrival, I had done half of the homework the silly Mr Ajayi gave to us, half of it was all I knew. I left it at that! I remembered that this should be my term of academic comeback and wanted to put in more effort. The teacher's face flashed in my memory and I just decided to leave the freaking assignment. He was an evil man. I also completed my essay without any form of help from the internet. I was unsure but it looked and sounded good to me when I read it so I knew I would submit it without any adjustments. I was always good with essays anyway. On my way back to my room after ensuring that the dogs were set loose and the doors were locked, I got a call from the best man that lived on earth. We exchanged greetings and I told him I didn't have data anymore. He sent me 10,000megabytes. I was sure he expected me to use it for the whole month!
I was excited to access the internet. I remembered Matthew, he said he would text me. I also remembered how Chris neglected me in school that day. As I received the data from my dad, I got many WhatsApp notifications and I was eager to see what they were about. I opened the app only for me to find out that the messages were majorly from the class group chat. I hissed. Aaliyah was probably up to something again. I just knew it. And I wasn't wrong afterall, she was insulting Samuel in the group chat for being so dumb. Well, to be honest, Samuel WAS dumb. He said the silliest things and didn't even understand anything that went on in classes. We always wondered how he got promoted from primary school to secondary school in the first place because his was definitely a fundamental problem.
All of this was true and it's common knowledge but did Aaliyah always have to rub it in and pick on the poor and probably mentally challenged boy? No! She was just being a bully. I never liked that girl since the first day I set my eyes on her. She was and probably still is nothing but a lying, attention seeking, clout chaser. Samuel might have been dumb but he definitely wasn't stupid, if that made any sense. He insulted Aaliyah right back.
He called her names like b*tch, cheap, fat and ugly. I hate to admit but Aaliyah wasn't ugly. She was a dark skinned girl that was 5 feet 6 inches tall and had beautiful dentition. She had long, dark hair and small cute lips, with a subtle scar above her left eye that complimented her facial looks. For a sixteen year old, she was flat chested but not slim. Some of the boys in our class had crushes on her and I couldn't understand why, she was so mean. It was fun to watch Samuel insult her, she deserved it and much more.
No one else joined her to insult Samuel because they didn't want to get insulted too, Samuel was a one-man army, he didn't need his 'friends' to back him up. His insults were so raw, direct and hurtful. Nobody wanted a taste of that. Our other classmates were only trying to calm them down in the group chat but I knew deep down, they wanted the fight to go on for their entertainment. For goodness' sake, this was just the first day of resumption!
After I found out what was going on in the groupchat, I hurried to check if Chris had texted me, but he had not. I was so disappointed. I saw Matthew's text. "Hey, fine shyt. How are you doing today? It's Matt from School." I had known Matthew for about two years now and he had been in my class several times. We exchanged greeting those times so we definitely weren't strangers. I didn't understand why he was texting me like we had just met for the first time. It was probably because I only just got a new phone few months ago. But still??? I was confused.
I wondered if he had noticed how big of an inferiority complex I had from just the conversation we had in school that day. I replied him anyway. "Hey, Senior Matt. I'm good. How are you too? Please, stop calling me fine shyt. I don't know what it means but I'm definitely not it." I used a couple of crying emojis so it wouldn't seem weird. I tried reading my message from his point of view as well. Soon after, he responded. "Relax, pretty. It only means you're beautiful but if you don't like it, I would call you other names. Names like my queen. Do you like that one? Because I really want you to be my queen." Okay. Now, something was definitely wrong with this senior.