IT SURPRISED ME when, after dismissal, me and Ceasar were once again called out by a teacher. It wasn’t Ms. Ann or Mrs. Georgina who called us though. Instead, it was the male teacher who called Ms. Ann the other day. Today we got to know his name— “Sir John,” when he was called by the assistant principal for the SHS department to explain some things to us.
“Our dear students,” Mr. John began talking. I glanced at Ceasar standing beside me. His expression was a mix of curiosity and wonder. His lips were pierced together while his thick brows met in the middle of his forehead. Despite that expression, he didn’t look brooding but playful. How does he do that?
My hands got cold for a moment and I inhaled a deep breath to calm my nerves. Because for a moment, I thought it was about that inci
