I don't know if y'all remember Micheal from chapter three. Well, he's back, and he'll be a dominant part of late Eighteen :^)
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Micheal's point of view (POV)
"Are you done packing your things Micheal?" My mum asked just as she walked into my room. I nodded my head in the affirmative. "Come on, be fast or we'll be late for your flight."
I groaned as I tried to zip up my bag but it wouldn't budge because of the way I had all of my belongings jam-packed. But I shouldn't blame the bag, should I? I'm the one at fault here. If I had packed my things a week ago when I was told, then I wouldn't be in the same position that I am now.
I pressed everything down, forcing the zip to close up.
I released a deep sigh of gratitude when it did as I turned to face my mum who was still standing by my room door. "Who's following us to the airport?"
My mum rolled her eyes, gesturing to my constipated travel bag on the rug. "Everyone! Now pack your things and let's go, we don't have time to waste."
My eyes budged out of my head. "Everyone? Like everyone everyone?"
"Yes!" She threw a t-shirt at me which landed directly on my face. I watched as she began to walk away, banging the door on the way out. "You have five minutes to meet us down there or so help me God."
I rolled my eyes and began to wheel my boxes out of my room, turning back for a minute to see if I had missed a thing, but only coming face to face with an almost empty room, safe for the bed and my closet.
I'm going to miss staying here. Especially seeing my parents, and everyone that I love, especially my family. I'll miss my friends too-fuck this, I won't miss any of my friends, all my friends are fake, especially after Her.
I jumped down the stairs, only to see all of my family members already walking about as if preparing for one big event.
A deep groan escaped me.
It's only in Nigeria that you'd see that all family members, even the dead ones that are already resting in their graves, would be there to escort you to the airport when traveling.
I'm not complaining though, but honestly, it just gets tiring sometimes and makes you feel incapable to handle things on your own.
One of my aunts, Suzie, approved me. "Why are you even going to Nigeria to find highschool sef when America has most of the best schools? Someone can never understand you boys." She mumbled before walking out tye door to one of the two cars already waiting outside.
It's simple Aunty Suzie, I miss Her.
"Shall we get going now? We're already late as it is." My dad interrupted before picking one of my bags and walking outside too, leaving me to carry the remaining two.
"It's not too late to change your mind, Micheal." My mum tried to persuade me, holding one of my hands. "What's so special about Nigeria that you can't see here anyway?"
If only you knew Mum.
I pulled my hand away from hers. "You don't get it mum. It's not about the country, I just need a change of scenery, I'm tired seeing the same set of things every single day. Besides, I'm only staying for three months or so, just until I'm done with my exams."
Mum looked as if she was about to cry and it upsets me. But I need to do this for myself, I need to get answers.
She sniffled and pulled me into a warm hug. I'll miss her hugs. "Okay then, if you say so, just be safe. And remember, we already talked to the principal if thee school you'll be attending in Lekki. All you need to do is go there immediately you land and get familiar with things before you resume tomorrow."
"Of course mum." I mumbled into her soaked t-shirt. I can't believe I'm crying, a big boy like me crying on his mum's shoulders.
"Your sister will be waiting for you at the airport. I already assigned a driver that will take you to school, to and fro every day. Call me if you need anything okay? I promise I won't hesitate to credit your account. And please, be a good boy that you are and concentrate on your studies."
"You already told me all of this mum." I chuckled.
"I guess, but I'm just going to miss you, even though you get on my last nerve sometimes."
I laughed. "Me too mum, me too."
"Are you done with all your emotions flying everywhere? Because we have a place to be and we're already running late as it is." My dad badged into the sitting room, disrupting our private moment.
I nodded, squeezing mum's hands a little for reassurance. "Of course dad, let's go now."
After loading all my bags and boxes into a car, we began to drive towards the airport. We decided to use two cars, because God knows only one car wouldn't be able to accommodate all of us, not when all of my ancestors are present.
I sighed and placed my head on the window. After fifteen minutes of overspending and bypassing of vehicles, we pulled up to the airport, rushing about to get my things.
I heard an intercom go off throughout the airport. "Late call for flight B28, traveling from America to Nigeria, kindly find your way to the plane please."
I turned to face my family, most of them close to tears as if I'm traveling on a suicide mission.
After receiving hugs, kisses, threats, and kind words from everyone, I was finally ready to board my plane.
My dad dabbed me up and said, "You'll always be my boy."
Mum kissed me all over my face and refused to let me go until dad pulled her away. "Remember what we talked about. And always call, okay?" Her voice cracked as if she wanted to cry and it wasn't too long before she started to soak my dad's shirt with tears.
I nodded and passed all of them one last smile before walking through the airstrip to find my plane.
To find answers.
From Her.
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I watched the bald head principal push his thin glasses up his eyes, squinting slighting as if he could see the kingdom of heaven on my face. He looked me up and down, from my haircut to my Jordan air Forces as if trying to decipher something.
His eyes moved to my sister beside me and he smiled widely. Not one of those creepy old smiles, but those cool welcoming smiles, as if he knew something we didn't.
My sister cleared her throat to bring his attention back to us. His eyes snapped to her. "Can he be shown to his class now sir?"
"Oh yes!" He exclaimed. "I talked to your mother over the phone and we agreed he'd resume tomorrow. Unless you've changed your mind?"
My sister looked at me as if asking for permission. "Can I start today sir?"
He nodded. "You can, but you have to wear the school uniform which we'll give you now. And your books, are they with you?"
"I didn't bring them with me, mum said I'd have to get new notebooks and textbooks."
He clasped his fingers together. "I see. Although, you only need some essential textbooks, not all of them. Follow me so I can lead you to where you'll get your uniforms and your notebooks, then I'll show you to your classroom."
"Great!" My sister stood up from her seat. "Is it possible if I leave now sir? I have to get to work."
"Of course you're free to go, I believe you've settled all the bills ma." My sister nodded, tapped me on my arm, then walked out.
"Follow me." The principal beckoned to me and I followed him.
We walked past about three blocks before we finally got to the admins office where I was given two pairs of uniform, a packet of black and white socks each, and their signature school badge and jacket.
Well, I guess coming here wasn't a bad idea after all. I mean, the school is top notch.
"Now follow me to your classroom." He murmured after I got dressed into the school uniform and a pair of white socks on my feet. I grabbed my schoolbag, now full with notebooks and some textbooks as we made our way out of the block.
He wouldn't stop talking.
Honestly, I was already getting tired of hearing him talk about the history of the school from before Nigeria's independence and the stupid rules and regulations I have to follow, raging from always knotting your tie to your throat and how we're not allowed to leave the classrooms before break.
By the time we reached the classroom, I was already sweating like a mad man.
Damn, this school is huge.
Can you even believe there's a pool and a gym in this school?
"Everyone, quiet!" The principal shouted.
The first thing that greeted me was the rowdiness of the class. Most of the students were either eating, gisting or sleeping, even at 9am on Monday morning.
My eyes scanned the classroom as I ignored the principal beside me who was busy going on and on about God knows what. Some of the students looked at me as if silently asking 'who be this one?'.
I rolled my eyes and drifted my eyes to the back of the classroom where people sat on the expensive looking tables and chairs, just busy lounging around.
Then my eyes met Hers. The main reason I got a transfer, the main reason I decided to abandon my life in America.
The girl whom I fell for two years ago, and had to move away because of personal reasons, which until date still remains strange to me.
Ruth.