Hi my beloved, I really enjoy telling stories of my high school experiences because now I think they are fun to remember. Makes me wanna go back, but… no! Am happy am not there anymore. If I was given an opportunity to repeat class, I would go nuts for sure. It really takes a lot of brains you know. Like literally.
We this story is about my classmate back in form two. This is the period where students grow horns. According to our class, it seemed like a passage, you really had to grow horns. Our class used to be the leading noise-making class in the school and the most notorious. Once we were in a night prep and some people were moving around the class nagging and making noises for others. I could not dare to make noise because I knew whose duty it was. He was short but very impulsive. Gentle but fierce.
As the hullabaloo continued in our class, the teacher entered as suddenly as a ghost. and started storming slapping everyone who was roaming around and sooner than ever he came to my friend. My friend tried to defend himself but it seemed that the words fell on deaf ears and in return he received the slap of his life. the hardest slap I have ever heard in all my life. The heavy slap was traced all over his visage and was like whaaaaat…
What about you? What is the slap of you life?