This was my third mistake
I had spoiled that page, all I had with me was my bag, a book, and three pens, yep, red, blue, and black.
It was just a habit.
Maybe it needs some shade, I thought, and began testing my fashion taste, but something kept interrupting me.
A stupid fly was all around my face when I perceived an offensive smell.
Someone must've left the toilet open.
I couldn't handle it and decided to close the toilet door; it was not far away and just behind my classroom.
I hurriedly went to do and flushed the toilet, all six of them, with no one in it.
I kept complaining to myself about who ate a dead body when I noticed no one was in the hallway or the bathroom.
My mind pulsed heavily.
My thoughts were ...
WTF, I hope I haven't missed out on some gathering or assembly.
It wouldn't be out of the scope of my immature classmates to do such a thing because of the way I introduced myself, so I hurriedly went into my classroom to retrieve my bag, pen, and books.
Only to reach there and immediately arrange my things, and students started coming into the class after the bell sounded, which was to announce the end of the break period.
Imagine the look on my face when I noticed that I didn't miss anything. Why was I even running anyway? It was a high school impulse built into me. Maybe.
That same Mrs entered again, my teacher, come to think of it, she didn't say her name before, and this time, she was uglier and angrier.
I hurriedly sat in my seat as another lecture was to begin.
Only to see that my red biro was missing.
Along with that was someone scribbled on my notebook
KEEL VIN.
What's keel vin I thought, my name is Kelvin, not... That.
And it was scribbled artistically with my red biro.
And underneath it was another scribble I was so focused on understanding that I couldn't hear the teacher calling my attention.
I felt like I was trying to understand something when a shadow walked in front of me and, with heavy power, smacked me across the face.
Immediately bringing me back to my senses
No that's not what mattered.
What mattered was that the slap seemed personal.
What teacher bitchslaps a twelve-year-old?
"Didn't you hear me calling you?" She asked.
"I'm ... Sorry" I tried saying when another slap landed.
Tf? That was my thought.
This was new.
"Sorry for yourself." She said.
In my mind, ain't no way I'm not reporting this lady, and the class was laughing, and only when the lady walked back to the front of the class did everyone turn mute.
I glanced at my notebook one more time at the words KVN and just flipped to another page.
I patiently waited for her period to end, and afterwards I stormed to the principal's office.
And in it was some sort of meeting held by teachers, and with my sudden intrusion, guess who had all eyes on them.
I felt like a bone in front of dogs, normally, but in my eyes, the spirits over them were no different from the one over the female teacher that bitchslapped me.