So the teacher asked me the third unexpected question, and I kept quiet staring back at him.

There was tension in the classroom already; everyone quietly watched and listened with diverse thoughts traveling through their minds.

"So you don't know what a 'phenotype' is??" The teacher rephrased, making it look like it was compulsory for me to know.

Quietly staring at the teacher, i knew he was happy I was stuck at that point, and might use that avenue to cunningly emerge victorious by providing the answer himself.

"Phenotype is the physical expression of genes; the observable characteristics. Popular examples like height, eye color, or bloo•d type. It results from the interaction between an individual’s geno•type and the environment" I responded, and before the teacher called say anything more, i came up with a question abruptly.

"Sir, the questions you asked are all related to 'genetics' and 'variations'. I don't know if you can help me to explain the function of a 'telomeres'. I have actually been having a tough time understanding it's functions" I lied, asking deliberately to stand the teacher to his toes.

"Please i want the whole class to stand up and applaud this young genius" The teacher abruptly demanded, and the all the students adhered cheerfully.

"This is exactly what I am saying. Can you see, did you hear him?? He actually studied, and developed a question. He utilized his time to study, rather than noise making" He began a pep talk, obviously avoiding my question.

He was fast, i must say. Like how did he improvise swiftly to avoid answering my questions?

Of course I knew he didn't know the answer. It was a fast one from him.

"I don't know we had another brilliant student in this class, he..." The teacher was still talking, when a large number of student interrupted.

"Sir, he's a new student" They chorused.

" Oh he's a new student?? He looks familiar to me. i thought he was one of those in•consistent students we have in this class; skipping classes" He responded, smiling sheepishly.

" So my friend, what's your name??" The teacher asked, while walking toward the desk where i was.

"Chukwuebuka" I responded.

"Wow, Chukwuebuka! I once had a friend who was called that name during my service days. We called him 'Ebuka'" He said, after getting close to me.

The teacher stretched his hands forward, and I received it for a handshake.

"You're welcome to my class. I am Mr Francis, your biology teacher" He introduced, still holding unto my hands.

"Alright sir" I responded, not minding if it was the right way to reply such introductory gesture.

"Please have your seat, Ebuka" Teacher Francis said, disengaging from the handshake as he walked away.

"Ebuka have saved everyone this morning. So lucky to have a new brilliant student like Joshua "

" From now henceforth, anytime I enter this class, i will be asking questions. So go and prep, study each topic in your scheme of work instead of noise making in the classroom " Teacher Francis revealed, while passing an instruction.

I was expecting the young man to commence lectures, but he left the class few minutes later after retrieving the (wh!p) from Joshua.

Immediately he left, the whole class went into an uproar, my name echoing in the lips of almost everyone. To the point where everyone wanted a handshake from me by coming over to where I was seated.

Amidst the distracting excitement from my fellow classmates, i noticed Joshua wasn't smiling.

"Can you all stop the no!se! This is how another teacher will enter into the class, and when it's time to answer questions, everyone will become mute. Ordinary 'genetics' none of youu could define" He yelled at the top of his voice, and the noise reduced to a bearable minimum.

I felt irr!tation in his voice.

Some minutes later another teacher entered into the class, and the students who were jumping around, bolted to their seats in a rush.

The female teacher who had entered into the classroom identified herself as the class maths teacher, and began the days work without delay.

At the course of her lecture, i noticed that Joshua was quick to answer any questions asked, while constantly glancing at me.

Oh! Just in case, for the purpose of reminder, I'm a very du•ll student, and I always want to be that way.

Answering the teachers question was actually a result of fr!ght from a trau•matic experience in the past.

I just ha•ted the sight of that "wh!p". I don't want to be flo•gged.

I literally had no intention of answering teacher Francis questions, because naturally I don't know the answers before that moment.

Don't get confused, I had to utilize my gift to fetch the answers and save myself.

It's just an unrejectable fate that I'm a see•r, a rare ability that comes with various con•sequences.

So during break period, Junior bade me farewell and left for the field to join the others to play football. He had ask me if I would love to join him, but I said no.

Trust me, football was one of the games I enjoyed in the past, but my life had suddenly resha•ped itself.

I was seated alone, munching quietly the biscuit i was giving from home, when a girl suddenly joined me.

She comfortably sat next to me, and I didn't bulge to look at her.

"Hi, I'm Stella, a new student like you, although I resumed last two weeks" She introduced herself cheerfully, and I glanced at her for a seconds and looked away.

"You're Ebuka right??" She giggled.

"I love your boldness. I was actually wowed by your answers, they were detailed with examples. Enviously I wished I was the one answering those questions. Tell me, how do you create time to study efficiently?" Stella asked, persuasively talking to me, even when It was obvious I wasn't going to respond.

"He's feeling too b!g to talk to youu Stella. I'm sure the praises showered on him had entered into his hea•d" I heard Joshua's voice, as he suddenly came into view with four other students behind him.

"Mr handsome" One of the students who accompanied Joshua yapp•ed, and they all started laughing.

"Permit me to introduce myself as the class captain" Joshua pridefully introduced himself, stretching his hands forward for a handshake.

✎𝐓𝐁𝐂..

Title: Ebuka's Story
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Hmmm not bad
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Keep it up
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