7 Chapter seven : my accident

“What are you doing Christi” my sis asked with a suspicious tone in her voice.

“Anti, I was just taking care of something”

“Is that blood?” She asked again this time it was with a shock in her voice.

Of course its blood, while wouldn't it be blood, can't you see or must you annoy me.

“Yes anti, it is” I turned back to see the blood, I had to pretend to but a surprised face which they both did not buy.

“What happened to you”

“Oh, OMG, I guess the knife most have injured me, I need first aid”

“Okay, but how” she said as she left the room slowly.

“Are you sure you did not injure your self else where” Maryam asked with a caring voice.

“Well I don't think that it was the laptop?”

“Oh, true could be”

“Well never mind”

“So, how was your day?”

“Good”

“Sorry for earlier this morning”

“No problem”

“So what are we cooking”

“Maybe rice and stew”

We hardly cooked me and my sister, and we are bad at it, so dad took us to a cooking school one of our holidays and ever since we became professionals at the art. Even if I was young and still make mistakes till today, my anti always helps me out.

“Christiana dad said we should not prepare any food!, because....”

I did not allow her to finish her sentence I interrupted.

“Why.?”

“Allow me to finish genius” she said aggressively.

“Sorry” I said with a slow voice

“Mom is on her way, and she bought dinner on her way”

“Oh, so what should we do now”

“Dad said you need to rest, so I will be upstairs if you need me”

She left and it was me and Maryam in the room.

“Let's go to my room”

“Okay” she replied as we both walked out of the kitchen.

“Oh, sorry I need some water I am on my way”

I quickly went into the kitchen making sure she was not following me, I took the knife and smelt it for any odor, which there was. I rubbed some soap on it and rinsed it.

“Owutch” it hurts.

I cried to my self as water and soap poured on my hand.

I dropped the knife and drank a cup of water, I dropped the cup down and went outside.

“No, not there”

I shouted as I saw her walking upstairs.

“Why?”

“I stay in my downstairs room that's where I stay for the mean time, have you forgotten the fall”

“Oh, yes I had forgotten! Sorry”!

“Okay”

O watched her as she walked back down until she reached me.

Then we both walked straight to my room, or should I say my downstairs room.

“What are we doing”

I sat down on the chair in front of the mirror, and she sat on the bed. I moved the chair closer to her and faced her with it.

“What happened in school today?”

“You know nothing much, the principal came and called out the best junior WAEC

result! He...”

I interrupted again.

“Who was first?”

“Madam, allow me to finish okay!”

She was expecting a response as she was trying to nod her head slowly, I looked at her for a while before my brain processed it.

“Oh! Yes ma”!

“So I was called out as the .....”

She paused and looked at me as she knew I was anxious to know who was first between the both of us.

“As the what.... Ohhh, please continue, stop this attitude of yours it won't help me, you know of my asthmatic condition”

This type of anxiety was not good for me as I started gasping for air, as my face started changing its color.

“Oh, true and look at your face”

“Please continue” I asked with a cough in between the words.

“Yes he called me as the...... Second best student making you the first”!

I knew the competition was between the both of us as most students did not pay attention to their academics and sadly their parents did to.

And our school was filled with brats like Hanna and the likes, who get what they want without asking, it was filled with people who think they had the power of life itself.

Even if I was looked at by most students as poor because I tried in my academics and nearly show off, in school I will still be looked as a brat in a normal private school, not to talk of a government school where rich is been defined as people that ha phones and do well financially.

Well rich has different definitions if you ask me like in a public school a girl has a phone her both parents has cars that's called rich even if it's not an iPhone, and they still live in a rented apartment. While a normal private school a girl has a phone a laptop, and they live in big estates and her parents own a large business is called rich. But in my type of school a girl has an iPhone, an iPad, an apple laptop, has a person driver, a car is still referred to as poor in my school. For you to be called rich you must have at list left the country thrice, you must be able to drive a car, and have right over anything, like if you want to live the country you can ask your parents, and they will just say yes without asking you any questions even if you are in the middle of a term.

So, must junior students are looked at as poor, except if you have an elder sibling that does all this, and when I say junior I mean from SS1 downwards, cos students in SS2 starts driving and that is where the discrimination starts, and me that is just thirteen when I am in SS3, I will be fifteen years old,where do you want me to get a driver's license from.

“............ and that was how he left felling embarrassed”

Wait Maryam was talking all this while and I did not hear a thing.

“Who left?” I asked looking confused.

“The principal” she said

“And why did he leave the class?”

“What?, don't tell me you did not...

You were not listening to me this while!, how could you”!

“Nooo, I was actually I just needed clarification some things”

“Like!”

“Who took third”

“God you are so dead”

She stood up and was coming close to me, I quickly stood up also as I took to my heels, running towards the entrance door, in my struggles to open the door my glass fell down and there was no time to pick it up.

It was locked I quickly opened it and left the main building, I ran forward and was soon excited until.

“Peeeeeeee” it was a car horn, it sounded so loud, on me, It was moms car.

The car horn interrupted my thinking and it was standing in front of me, instead of me to wait and catch my breath cos running was not good for me in the first place, I wanted to turn 360° and that was when it happened again.

My body came crashing on the concrete as in foot was in front of the other, this was what made me fall I was down for about a minute.

Then a stranger cane to pick me up from the floor she was raping a cloth over her head, she was a Muslim. I grabbed her hand from mine and started shouting.

“Leave me, leave me, leave me” I continued with my shout.

“What is wrong with you”

“Let go of me you witch, who are you”

“Are you okay, Christi?”

“Mom!, dad!”

It was all quiet and I went backed to the highway which she picked me up from....