Chapter 3

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Jesse was surprised when he noticed himself stuttering. It seems like the intimidating prefect got to him. But he took a moment to breathe and spoke slowly to prevent any further stuttering. " the prefect down there sent me to tell you to make the form 2s keep quiet since there are visitors around" Jesse chose his words wisely as he spoke.

Oh, his sister must be upset about being late. Now, Jesse found himself standing there, unsure of what to do next. He couldn't believe he ended up in this situation.

He knew that freshmen were often hazed in Ghanaian high schools, but he didn't expect it to affect him like this. He's even contemplating going back to his sister and pleading with their father to let him study somewhere else.

But before he could think more, the prefect interrupted his thoughts. "What are you still doing here, young boy?" the prefect snapped at him. Jesse whispered a quick apology and hastily left the room. As he made his way out, he realized how noisy the upper level had become. With a sense of urgency, he hurried downstairs, afraid that one of the Form 2 students might call him out. On his way down, he noticed another student helping a freshman carry their belongings. The freshman, wearing a larger green checkbox shirt, seemed shy and followed behind them. It looked like they were heading toward the Prefect room. Jesse glanced at the freshman but quickly averted his eyes and stepped back behind Kwesi. When he looked back at the car, he saw his sister sitting in the driver's seat, still engrossed in her phone. He let out a sigh and wondered how his life was going to be in this hell.

Jesse stood behind Kwesi as they continued allocating rooms. He noticed that there was no noise upstairs. Maybe the prefect had managed to quiet them down. Perhaps the students were afraid of him. Kelvin looked up at Jesse and shook his head. "I must be keeping your sister waiting for too long," he said. Then Kwesi turned and called out to some other students. "Osei, Richmond, and Elvis, could you please help pick up my School son's things and take them to the Prefect room?"

Jesse's eyes widened in surprise. "What?" Kwesi raised an eyebrow, daring Jesse to say something. Jesse quickly closed his mouth and looked down. "I'm done with your room. You can go and say goodbye to your sister now," Kwesi said. Jesse nodded and was about to leave, but Kwesi interrupted him.

"No 'yes, sir' this time," he said. Jesse smiled.

"I thought you hated it when I said that word."

Jesse walked away toward her sister, who was still in the car. As soon as she saw him, she gave him a concerned look. "Are you okay, J?" she asked. "Yes, guess what? I saw a handsome guy who managed to make me stutter,"

Jesse said dramatically, blinking rapidly.

"J, you know that homosexuality is not accepted here. You have to hide this. Just finish your three years here and get out of here as soon as possible," Samuella advised. "Alright, I will. I guess you'll be leaving me here then," Jesse sighed.

"No, Mom and Samuel wanted to speak to you on the phone. I have no interest in talking to them right now. Bye for now, Ella," Samuella said, looking at her brother for a moment.

"Alright, bye then! Wait up!" Samuella ripped a small piece of coloured paper and wrote down her number. "I know phones ain't allowed here, but I think there's one you can use. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything." "Thanks, Ella. I'll do that. Bye." Jesse watched as his sister drove away. He turned to his new house, a big two-storey building with blue paint and lots of rooms. He smiled and started walking back to his new school father.

He noticed the other freshers, all dressed in green checkered shirts and brown shorts, looking a bit nervous. He didn't miss the stares and looks he earned from both the students and parents

He was sure it was because of his Afro-American colour or his short curly hair. Jesse went back to stand behind his school father, who was busy calling out people to fetch the freshmen's belongings "Go back to the room I sent you to and start arranging your things. I'll be a little late with all this work," his school father said, busy writing something.

Suddenly, Papa Nimo chimed in, "Oh, you've got yourself a school son now? I thought you and Kelvin decided not to take any." Kwesi grinned and replied, "Changed my mind, sire. Besides, it looks like we have to send some of the freshmen to the Form 2 rooms since the Form 3 rooms are getting full." "Mmm, the freshmen sure are plenty this year," Papa Nimo hummed as he looked up and down at the handsome fair guy.

Kwesi glanced back at Jesse, giving him a look that said, "Why are you still here?" Jesse smiled and headed back upstairs to start arranging his things which he did not know where to even start from.