My name is Chris and I was publicly humiliated, flogged and disgraced by the Math Teacher, in front of my classmates. Embarrassed, in tears and angered I vowed to take revenge on him even though I know it would be very unlikely for me to do that since I am just a teenager, a high school student whereas he is not just my school teacher but an adult. However luck would shine on me when I heard the news that the Math Teacher's son would be transferring to our school. At last! I can finally get revenge on my Maths Teacher's through his unfortunate son. But I would get the shook of my life when I discovered the Teacher's child is not a HE but a SHE! The most beautiful girl I have ever seen. So what do you think? Will I continue with my plan of seeking revenge on the Maths Teacher's through his child? Or Am I about to fall in love with My Teacher's Daugher?
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It has been raining cats and dogs for about 5 hours now and by the looks of things it does not seem it's going
to reduce any time soon, it's already
5 minutes was 8AM. I guess I will be late for school today. I am already late just like how I have been coming late to school for the past weeks, but I guess this time I have a good excuse to give for my lateness.
Who am I kidding, Mr Uche (aka Mr President) does not care if it's raining fire or lightning. Am sure he will still be taking notes of late comers, and he will be keeping an eye for me especially because I have become his regular customer this past weeks
We gave him the nickname Mr President because this guy knows how to cane like hell, I mean I think he has a PHd in flogging.
By the way let me tell u about myself
My name is Daniel Chris, I am a boy obviously.
fair in completion, good looking and very good in sports especially football, I am still in high school SS2 to be more precise.
I am not the best when it comes to academics but I am not also the worst either, let's just say I am just an average student and lastly I always love watching movies especially late night movies hence always going late to school, which was not a problem until Mr Uche was transferred to our school, all our teachers are lazy when it comes to disciplining students but Mr President that is his joy. It was like food to him....
Let's get back to the story shall we.
I arrived at my school around 10:AM, and the rain is still falling, no sight of Mr President in the duty post maybe
I escaped him this time I thought.
I quickly ran to my class. On arriving at my classroom... hold and behold MR President is the one taking us maths...... I am so dead!!!
Mr President is the one taking us maths today. How did I forget that? I felt like slapping myself, why didn't I check my timetable. I thought I had escaped the devil but I didn't know I was walking to meet him
I summoned all the courage in me and entered the class, I greeted him then walked to sit on any empty seat when..
“ Is this the time when you are supposed to be in school? " Mr President said with a tight frown and I swallowed hard.
“ No sir. "
He continued. “ What have you been doing since at home? I always knew u are a very stubborn boy, I have warned u severally but u still choose to come late. "
” B..But sir, it is not my fault. I..It was raining heavily that's why_ "
The frown on his face became tighter.
“ Shut up! Is it only in your place that it rained? What about my place and all your classmates, wasn't rain falling there too? "
I thought to myself how come these guys all came early to school despite the heavy rain that is falling. Are they all witch. because they must have teleported here or something like that, I looked at them and they gave me that look like you are in a pot of hot soup.
“ You can't answer right? No more excuses right? Now lie down flat on that desk and someone, get me my cane. "
Mr President said immediately I felt the fear grip me.
He hasn't flogged me yet but tears were already licking from my eyes; I tried not to let my classmates see, but as soon as the first stroke hit my back. I screamed like a madman. Tears started dropping freely from my eyes as if it's raining inside the room.
I pleaded with him but my plea only fired him up and made him even more angry. I ended up receiving 12 strokes of the cane. So extremely painful.
The way I cried made some of my female classmates also start crying with me cause I cried like I was being killed and it did feel like I was being killed.
“ This will teach you, if you have any brain at all come late again and it will be double, go to your seat!! "...
During the rest of his period until lunch break I kept on
crying, I tried to stop myself but I couldn't. Jessica, one of my female friends, tried to talk to me to see if she could calm me down.
“ Chris why are you crying, it's Okay. Sorry..,but why do you like coming late if you know you don't know how to take cane? "
I was angry, very angry. It's like all my anger for my teacher just transferred to Jessica. I stopped crying and looked at her, as if I should punch her, but as I saw how scared she was just made me realize she didn't mean to make me angry. Jessica is this type of girl that says much without thinking through first, the only reason why she has a lot of friends is because she is beautiful. I used to have a crush on a long time ago but then I stopped when I realized she is a slut..
“ Thank you, okay. I'm alright. "
“ You scared me, I thought you were about to slap me. " She said, looking a bit frightened.
“ No, it's just you need to learn how to shut up some time. "
The bell rang for Noon break, and I left Jessica to go get something to eat for lunch in the cafeteria. I saw some of my juniors looking at me laughing and murmuring. I guess they must have known I was the one shouting and crying. I was so embarrassed and my hatred for Mr President grew even greater.
I immediately left because it was becoming too obvious it was me cus I was hearing some saying cry cry senior. I met my best friend Ayo...
“ Guy, how far? Did you come late too? " I said.
“ No, my mum dropped me off in her car. Why didn't any of your parents drop you?"
“ You know they run shifts right? And they were both on night duty yesterday so I was the only one at home. "
“ Oh, that's too bad. But that teacher is really heartless. He wants to destroy your back. " He said and we both laughed.
“ I wish he had a son in our school. I will so beat him up, he will suffer for his father's sins."
“ Then you are in luck, I don't know if he has a son but I do know he has a daughter and she is transferring to our school next week, he told us himself this morning."
“ Really I can't wait to meet her, she will wish she never came to this school."
Hours later the bell rang for closing. I so much love Fridays because I know I won't be receiving any cane for Saturday and Sunday, but I wanted Monday to arrive because I. want to start my pay back on my Teacher's daughter.
“I can't stay here, I have to go home. I am low on cash." I informed Miss Esther.“Alright but be careful," she said, her words soft and tender.“Yeah I will plus I don't think anyone is looking for me. Sandra's parents don't know that she is with me," I said, feeling safe and relaxed.“How can you be so sure? What if her friend out of fear told Sandra's parents that she was with you? Have you thought about that?" Miss Esther said and that kinda spiked my anxiety level.I thought about it and Cynthia is capable of doing something like that.That girl isn't someone I would put my trust in. For the fact that she is hitting on me despite claiming to be Sandra's best friend. She can do anything but I gotta go home to get some cash regardless.“Maybe." I said, my voice laced with a bit of doubt and worry.“Just be careful," she said, giving me a hug and was about to give me a kiss when..Sandra started rolling on the couch as she slept like she wanted to wake up and after a few seconds she
.Miss Esther, visibly distressed, continued pacing in her sitting room as I poured out the chaotic events that led us to her doorstep. Her shock was palpable when I revealed that Sandra and I had taken the drastic step of running away.“You did what?” she exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes widening with a mix of concern and incredulity.“We had no other choice. Please let her stay here with you for the meantime,” I implored, desperation clinging to my voice.“This is crazy, Chris. I don't know if I am really able to do this. I mean, I could get arrested and charged for kidnapping,” Miss Esther expressed her genuine worry, and I understood the weight of the situation. My plea had thrown her into a dilemma that could have serious consequences for her.Sandra, silent until now, observed the exchange with a mix of anxiety and regret. The gravity of our actions seemed to settle upon her, and I couldn't help but question if my impulsive decision was indeed the right one. Doubts crept in, but
“What's wrong baby, why are you crying?" I asked as I was very worried.“Please tell me, why are you crying?"Whilst still crying. “Please I need to see you," she pleaded, her tears tearing up my heart.I was so concerned and worried. What could be the matter? I have to go and meet up with Sandra to find out what's wrong. She is all that really matters now. She had told me to meet her at her friend, Cynthia's place and that's exactly where I am going but first. I went back to meet Funke and Emeka. It seems they haven't been talking even though I was outside receiving a call all these while.“Funke I am so sorry I have to go. We will have to do this some other time. I have to leave now." I informed her in a rush as I was in a hurry to leave. “Wait, you can't just leave me here alone. Where are you going?" Funke didn't look pleased at all but what can I do?“I am sorry, something important just came up. I am sorry I have to leave and besides you are not going to be alone, Emeka is goin
Saturday morning had dawned with the promise of a day filled with camaraderie and the thrill of competition. As the sun stretched its golden fingers across the horizon, I found myself on the familiar football field close to my house. The grass, freshly kissed by the morning dew, provided the perfect stage for the beautiful game.Over two years had passed since I last graced this particular field, and the surprise was evident on the faces of those present. I had honed my football skills in the interim, and it showed as I effortlessly moved across the pitch. The rhythm of the game flowed through me, and I became a force to be reckoned with.Players selected themselves, and the teams took shape. Car tires, repurposed as makeshift goalposts, stood proudly at either end of the field. The captains, eager to secure the best players, hesitated when it came to choosing me. I was the last one picked, almost reluctantly, by a captain who had no other option. Little did he know the prowess I woul
It can't be? I had my doubts that maybe it's a different Adebola Daniel. It can't be the same guy that raped Miss Esther back in school can it? Are all these some weird coincidences? It must be, even though I don't know Funke's brother personally, I want to believe he could not do such an evil act.But what if I am not wrong?...“Babe, what's wrong? I am talking to you but you are not replying to me." Sandra tapped me slightly.I have been carried away in my thoughts that I didn't realize that Sandra had been talking to me since.“Sorry babe. I am just lost in my thoughts," I apologized.“What are you thinking about?" She was curious and concerned.I couldn't possibly tell Sandra about Adebola Daniel because she will want to find out how I knew all this stuff and also about Funke and I don't have time to explain all that “It's nothing really...I'm just thinking about the football game I watched on Tuesday night," I lied.“Football game? I'm talking to you but you are thinking about
It pains me deeply to see Funke hurting like that. I never imagined our first meeting for over 3 years would end up like this. I kept having flashbacks of the good old times I shared with her as I took my shower in the bathroom. I was smiling subconsciously as I remember the time that I had to back her to cross the street because everywhere was flooded and she was scared to put her foot into the clusters of water in the streets. She called me her hero that day but now I think I have turned from hero to zero or even a villain.Coming out from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around my waist I dried up my skin and put on my clothes and just then my phone rang. Checking the calling I found out it was Emeka and a slight frown formed on my face.What could he possibly want? Well I will find out in school tomorrow because I am not picking his call. I kept busy dressing and other stuff while my phone kept ringing almost non-stop. I eventually left the phone on the bed and walked to the
Funke is in my house, I kept repeating those words to myself. It's been ages since I last set my eyes on her, I wondered how she looks now? Does she still have those beautiful dimples of hers? Of course she must still have them. Dimples just don't disappear. Silly me.I was really excited to see her but I had to remain calm when I met her. I don't want to start acting all silly and excited around her like a clown.Pushing my head backward, I rested it on the car seat and became lost in my own thoughts....__________ When I arrived home I quietly walked to the main entrance door as if I was a criminal planning on robbing the house. Funke was nowhere to be found in the compound which could only mean one thing: she is inside the sitting room already.When I got close to the door I started hearing female laughter coming out of the sitting room. My best guess? It was Felicia and Funke.However there is only one way to be certain for sure so I opened the door as gently as possible and walk
5:00 pm that same day, I was sitting on the couch watching a movie while soaking garri with milk and sugar after I had ate lunch. What can I say? I love soaking garri!I received a call from Sandra, she wanted to know the reason for the dispute between Ayo and I. I guess Ayo didn't say anything to her and she was worried, I told her nothing meaningful either...“Just forget about it, it's boys stuff will we be friends by tomorrow," I said over the phone.“Are you sure? Cause I hate seeing my boys fighting," she said, her voice soft and tender.“Yeah, don't worry yourself. Okay babe?" “Alright, if you say so. So what are you doing now? She asked.“I am soaking Garr. Come and join me," I said and that triggered her laughter.“Local boy. Don't finish it sha I am on my way." She teased me.After 30 minutes of talking nonsense we finally said our goodbyes and I ended the call with a smile on my face. Sandra always knows how to make me smile. I continued soaking my Garri before the doorb
.I matched angrily to the male restroom to cool down. Turning on the sink tap I washed my face with the running water then took my head up, staring into the medium sized mirror that was hung on the wall.My heart was racing really fast as I gaze at my reflection in the mirror. I was extremely angry and even though I was trying my best to calm down, I kept having flashes in my head.“I don't need anyone…" I kept muttering to myself and just then someone walked into the restroom.It was Emeka and two of his friends; Wale and Paul. I didn't want any trouble so I decided to leave but as I walked away..“Why are you in a hurry to leave Chris?" Emeka's voice sounded mockingly from behind me.It was annoying but I ignored him regardless and proceeded to the door...but I was blocked off by Wale and Paul. Is this going to be the continuation of what happened the other day? I wondered. Emeka does not dare assault me in the school premises. Does he? “What do you guys want? Be fast about it be
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