My Second House by Titomi

Ogene swaggered into the class with a satisfied grin.

"I have called Mr. Smart, he is coming for Chemistry class."

His classmates groaned and hissed.

"Busybody, who send you message!?"

"Hehe, he say I should tell you that if you did not bring your homework,  you know the rest!"

He marched to his seat with an aura of triumph as half the class were already sweating and biting their nails,  for they knew that "the rest" meant doom.

Mr. Smart boomed in, a giant man he was, with long one strand of  beard that reached his shirt collar.

"Homework!"

Like robots, they buried their heads into their locker in pretence of searching.  But not Ogene. With a smile, he reached into his schoolbag and brought out the book.

"Oh,  this is not it."

He brought out the second,  third,  fourth, until the last book. The smile was gone now. Sweat trickled down.  

                                              

"Ogene,  where is your homework?"

"Sir,  eh, sir,  si-"

"Where is it!?"

"Em,  I, I forgot it in my second house."

Heads popped out of lockers and busted into a singing laugh. Even Fikun the very unsmiling bully fell to the floor in laughter.

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