John episode 1

John
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Episode 1
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Written by Ekhosuehi Testimony
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The weather has been so warm in recent days, the air so velvety on the skin. It is a spa from the time the light filters over the hills until it too takes its rest. Clouds drift by on the most relaxed of breezes, helping the eyes to appreciate the bluebird sky all the more. The rain, when it comes, alights as softly as the shoes of a ballet dancer, adorning and rejuvenating the only stage that matters. People could be seen on the streets as they are fully awake to fend for themselves, the birds of the air were chirping as if they were engaged in an argument. Vehicles of different kinds were active everywhere, either for private service or public service. A bungalow could be seen at one end, painted with white, having well trimmed flowers to adorn its surroundings. It was built in a modern style, and it shows that the people living there are neither poor nor rich.
“Grin! Grin!!” The alarm which was set to ring at 9am in the morning rang as usual, its sound circulated the entire room, waking up John who slept lately the previous day.
“Could you please be quiet for once?” He said, sleepily. Dragging up himself from his bed as he sat on its edge, and began to boot like an android phone. “What’s the time?” He asked rhetorically, letting out a sigh and equally looking at his wall clock. “Oh, shit! 9 o’clock?” He shouted, rushing to the bathroom for a quick bathe.
“What did I forget?” He asked himself as he got in,side the bathroom, realizing he left something he should have carried to the bathroom.
“My towel! Oh, God.” It dawned on him, and he ran back to his main room unclad when he heard a knock three times. Of course it was his mother, who else would It be? They were the only one living in the house. “John? John?” She called.
“Hey, mum!” He replied nervously.
“Do not come in,side! I’m unclad.”
“W-why? I heard you shouting, I heard noise.” She said with a worried expression on her face.
“It’s nothing, absolutely nothing. Everything is just fine.” He replied, trying to convince his mother.
“Johnny boy. Are you m-masturbating?” She said with a serious tone.
“Oh, mom!” He replied, quite shock by her question.
“I’m not a kid anymore, you shouldn’t be monitoring me like this. I’m 19, and besides, I do not m——–e.”
“Still a kid to me, boy.” She replied, leaving john to whatever he was doing, and John, who headed to the bathroom to finish his unfinished business.
In few minutes, john was ready for School. He wore a white T-shirt with a matching plain black trouser, coupled with a pair of NIKE shoes, looking handsome. He looked at the gigantic mirror which hung on the wall, admiring his appearance. He had an afro styled hair with oval shaped face and a fair complexion which added to his handsomeness. He left the mirror, headed to the kitchen to meet his mother, Mrs. Monroe. His only parent. His father left when he was just 2 years old. There by, leaving his mother to raise him up all by herself. John couldn’t remember how his father looks like, he has severally asked his mother about his father’s whereabouts, but she never told him anything.
“John Monroe, my boy. You are a handsome young man” she uttered happily as she saw him, moving closer for a warm hug which john reciprocated saying “Mom, flattery is fine, but my food is finer” he grinned, showing his white teeth.
“Oh… yes, your food. You need to eat to get those girls fallin’” she said, equally smiling too.
“Girls? I don’t have anything to do with girls, and what does food has to do with getting girls falling?” he asked quizzically.
“Never mind. Go to the dinning. Your food will be ready in a jiffy.” She retorted, serving breakfast on the plate.
John sighed, and left for the dinning where he sat comfortably, waiting for his mother to serve him. As he sat, he thought about how school is going to be for him that day. He thought about his friends and he equally tried to think about girls, but girls were never his thing. “Am I g-y?” He asked himself. “Homo is not acceptable in this country. I cannot be g-y. John, stop thinking about such. I, one day, will fall in love or maybe, have a crush.” he smiled to himself. He was in deep though when his mother walked out from the kitchen to the dinning. “Here you go. Your favorite.” she smiled but frowned when she noticed John’s state. “John!” She called, and her voice brought him back to reality. “Oh, mom! Hi.”
“Were you… never mind. Eat your food.” she said, and walked back to the kitchen. “Phew! That was close. Thank God, she didn’t hear me say the word ‘g-y’. She’d freak out” he sighed, and began to eat.
In few few minutes, he was done. “Mom! I’m off to school” he said with a loud voice, making sure his mother heard him.
“Alright, be safe!” She replied from the kitchen. John left in a hurry, he was late for school. Although his school was not far, he had to hurry.
John arrived to Western High in a heartbeat. The wind howls as the students arrive through the gates, hustling and bustling down the corridors. Friends are greeting each other with a hug or a playful punch while newcomers stand looking scared. John looked around as if expecting a change. “School again, it never change.” he said, and strolled in,side. Western High was one of the best schools in town, It was known globally because it has won competitions, Quizzes both national and international.
John held his backpack tightly as he headed to his classroom, as if she was being cautious of a thief. As he moved, he was halted by a voice which he recognized to be his friend’s, who was running towards him as if he was being pursued by an unseen ghost. “James, James. What’s happening?” John asked, looking concerned.
“You won’t believe this” James replied, trying to catch his breath.

TO BE CONTINUED…