I strode lethargically into the school compound. There, I met Remi sitting on a tree. He jumped down, approached me, and said, "well look who slept off on me last night."
"Hi," I said in a sleepy manner and walked off to class to lay my head on the desk a bit, before the call of assembly.
I hadn't rest much the day before; I was too busy on my phone that resting a little and keeping my phone aside for a moment seemed too tough. I was way too hyped about it to chill out for a second.
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I sat somewhat slumped on the chair as Mr Isaac boringly taught History.
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I felt the deep urge to check the happenings in the virtual world. I was so darn curious to know how much turn-ups I'd have gotten on my profile and how much friend requests. I also wanted to stay updated through the newsfeed.
I gradually reached out for my bag in an attempt to steal my phone for just a "second." 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞. Mr Isaac was a slow talker and he included zero fun to his teaching so I had every right to want to do something else at that hour. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐭?
I was sitted way behind so it was difficult for anyone to tell that I wasn't being advertent.
I turned on my phone and rapidly turned on my data, speeding to Facebook. I could hear the other social media apps in my head, they were cheering,
"yay! Go Facebuddy! It's your time to shine."
As soon as I appeared on Facebook, gee, were there so many notifications! 𝐎𝐨𝐩𝐬! I forgot to turn my gadget on silent mode; I did that and hurriedly moved on to check my notifications… they were too much so I just had to ignore that section for when I would return home—then I could cross my legs over each other on my bed, lock the doors, and get drowned in glee while checkin' them notifications.
I moved to my messages to find someone worthy of chatting with since I was super duper bored.
There were so many texts from mostly dudes, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟𝐜, but just one caught my attention—MY FREAKING EVERLASTING CRUSH! It was Oliver! He texted first!
For a moment, I couldn't breathe. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐩?
"Hello Temi," he texted for a second time.
"Hi Ollie," I texted back in a flash. "How'd u even find me?"
"Well, you appeared to be a friend suggestion—obviously cause I'm friends with a lot of your friends."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?"
"I am in school. Mr Isaac is just being so boring. And u?"
"Lol. Skipped school. I'm sick."
"Oh, sorry dear. I hope you get better soon."
"How about we chat later tonight? Say 10?"
Something seemed off about the whole class now—the whole place was silent.
I rose up my head only to find the whole class looking fixedly at me like I was a movie or something.
some had their eyes saying, "BUSTED!" and others looked absorbed in knowing what would happen next, 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Remi and Aisha looked so tensed; it seemed like they were trying to communicate some info through those bothered eyes.
I felt a presence around me, turned to my left, only to find Mr Isaac standing by my left. My heart bounced right out of my chest. He stretched his arm, "let me have it."
I sluggishly handed the phone over to Mr grumpy with pleading eyes. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐭! 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟!
He gazed through the screen and read my chats with Oliver, then gave that smirk that adults display when they expose your hidden activities.
"See me when this class is over." He turned around, placed the phone on his desk as the students' eyes scrupulously followed and he resumed teaching.
The rest laughed and gloated, saying I only intended on flaunting a borrowed phone.
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"I'm really sorry, Mr Isaac. I promise to never, ever bring my phone along to school ever again. Please, please, please!" I clasped my palms together, passionately pleading.
"No," he said as he rocked himself sideways in his armchair.
"Sir! You can testify to my good grades and seriousness towards my academics. I've never failed your subject once, have I?"
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜.
"No, and I want it to remain that way, that's why I'm keeping this," he playfully swung the phone sides with his fingers. My countenance transformed and he threw a deep sigh then kept the phone on his desk. "Alright. I've decided that I'll give it back to you…"
"Yes! Oh, you're the 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 teacher in the whole wide world…"
"ONLY…" He emphasized and I pouted and said, "and I spoke too soon."
"…if your mom comes with you to school tomorrow or I speak with her on phone."
"Ha! No 𝑛𝑎. Come on, Mr Isaac, Mrs Bankole would roast me. Please, can I help you do anything else? I make really nice doughnuts—I know you love doughnuts," I grinned.
"Nice try. Get to class."
"Mr Isaac, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒!"
Aisha approached us and said, "Temi, we're having English and Miss Clara wants you in class now."
I ignored the lass and shot pitiful eyes at Mr Isaac that made words superfluous and all he could do in return was gesture his hands towards my classroom. I left for class with my head bowed.
I had the worst day at school. It was as though my glory had been uprooted. I couldn't eat. I was fretful.
"Okay girl, what were you thinking?" Remi asked. "You know very well that phones are being prohibited from school and you didn't only bring it to school but MR ISAAC'S CLASS!"
"Well you said to bring it along, didn't you?" I looked daggers.
"No. I meant 'talk to you in school', not you bringing your phone along. And there you were, chatting with Ollie." Remi rolled his eyes.
"Now what are you going to do? You are aware that your mom would surely seize that phone if she gets Mr Isaac's call," Aisha chimed in.
"𝐸𝑦𝑎—the phone hasn't even lasted a month with her. RIP iPhone thirteen."
"𝐶𝒉𝑎𝑖."
They laughed mockingly.
"And I thought I had friends."
"Sweetheart, you do," Remi said and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, "and I've got a plan," he smirked.
"What?"
"There's this cool new app my brother downloaded, known as: the voice transformer and even cooler, it can be applied to phone calls. All you have to do is install the app in your mom's phone and keep watch for Mr Isaac's call. Then when he calls, you pick the phone call through the app, set the voice you want to use and answer the call with it! Then..."
"Pretend to be my mom!" I took over from him. "Sounds cool!" I exclaimed and a wide smile appeared on my face. :))
"Hold up…" Aisha came in and I and Remi chorused a grunt, and fell on our neck, "uuuugh!" knowing she was found of being the "second thought" of a decision—a 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑-𝑡𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡.
"Firstly, Remi, I thought you used to be a pastor in church and just look at the level of manipulation you're teaching this kid. And you, doesn't Mr Isaac know very well how your mother sounds?"
"Chill out, thou 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑-𝑡𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡. Just because I'm a teens president in church doesn't mean I don't get to have fun. Besides, I'm only helping out a friend. Now, Temi girl, all you have to do is previously record your mom's voice on her device then upload it on the app; it'll automatically sync and then you can use her exact voice for almost anything!"
"Isn't that too risky?" the 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑-𝑡𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡 said again.
"What's the point of being a teen if you can't take small risks?"
"What if her mom doesn't let the phone out of her sight? What if she gets caught in the process? What if Mr Isaac is in fact speaking to her mom already at this moment? What if Mr Isaac identifies that something is off with the conversation he'd be having with you?"
"Aisha can you just stop being a pessimist, a fun spoiler, and an oldie?" Remi said, then turned to me "And for the record Temi, if this goes wrong, I was never in your house."
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I walked into my parents' room after taking a quick peek into the room to check up on my mom. She was fumbling through some files in her drawer. I had to be quick before my dad would return home and become a hurdle towards my plan.
I searched for her phone with my eyes (∞) and there it was, sleeping on the bed. Immediately, it vibrated and as I reached out to pick it up, my mom's hand and mine collided.
"I don't understand—is this your phone?" she arched her eyebrow and returned to the phone to view her notifications.
"No… I just want to briefly check something out—school work."
"And your phone?"
"Well… the app I need to use isn't functioning properly—I heard it only works well with androids," I told a terrible lie.
"𝐸-𝒉𝑒𝑛. 𝑆𝒉𝑒𝑦 you see? When you young people hold an apple product, it seems like you've made it in life. I've always known that some android phones are much better than iPhones. Hold on, I need to remind your father to buy my jewelry on his way back home."
I was glad she bought the lie. A smirk was hidden behind my serious face (0|0) as she philosophized on how android phones are better.
I stood impatiently until she eventually handed the phone to me. I was about racing off to my room when she drew my attention back, "hey, hey, hey! Where do you think you're going with my phone? Can't you work on whatever you want to right here?" 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐫𝐡! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞! 𝐌𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞!
I was so impatient.
"But I need to work in my room where I'll concentrate better."
"You've got two minutes." She wore her glasses and read through some papers. I hurried off once again.
I got to my room and jammed the door shut. I downloaded the voice transformer app and in no time, I dialed Mr Isaac's number, connected it with the app and chose a voice on which I would make the call.
As the call went through, I then recalled that I had to sync my mom's voice in the app, to use her voice. "Shit, shit, shit!" I pushed my finger on the red button anxiously and persistently until the call ended.
I was so worried and perplexed. I knew that he'd be calling back in no time and I wasn't even prepared! What's worse, my mom could smell something fishy going on.
I threw my door open and made for my parents' room again to get a record of my mom's voice. But how?—𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞.
I walked up to her and tried getting her to speak so that I could record her voice on the app but the woman ignored me.
"Mom, I'm sure you read the trending story online about that eleven year old girl that was raped and brutalized by her uncle."
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𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧; 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚..
"Hmm," she responded lightly as she read a file.
Suddenly, a loud female computer voice came in from the app saying, "no voice detected. Amplify your voice or turn on the audio button."
My eyes began to move around, searching for what wasn't lost as my mom turned to listen to the voice. She ignored me once again and returned to her business.
"Mom…"
"𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑑é Témitope? What is it? Why won't you just leave me be?"
"But mommy…"
"Now give me back my phone," she stretched forth her arm. I sluggishly went closer with a frown but I refused to hand over the phone. "Temitope Bankole!" she yelled and immediately, the female computer voice answered, "voice detected. Syncing."
There was no more time. I smiled and raced to my room with the phone, ignoring her this time. I knew she wouldn't chase me off because she was way too immersed in her dealings for that.
I picked out my mom's voice and made the call again. He didn't pick up. I called again and he finally picked up; my heart bounced.
"Good evening, Mrs Bankole."
"Good evening sir… Mr Isaac." I was trembling. I wasn't sure if I was actually sounding like my mother
"How is everything going ma'am?"
"All praises be to God."—𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧-𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬-𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐡??
"I'm so sorry I missed your call. I've been so busy all through today. I planned on calling you earlier but I was too caught up with work. I guess Temi told what you happened."
"Oh, yes. That's why I'm calling. She needs that phone back, she uses it for really important things."
"Like what, if I may ask?"
"You really shouldn't take a student's property like that. Do you know how much that phone costs?"
"Madam! Phones are prohibited in school because it distracts the students. You and every other parent concurred with this school's policy during the PTA Meeting we held few weeks ago. Ma'am, your daughter was chatting with a boy in class while I was teaching." 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝.
I was numb. "But she's one of your best students. Please sir!"
"Temitope Bankole, you are not wise!"
𝐇𝐮𝐡?!
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*𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓*
ΩBeyond best.
ΩQualified beyond measure.
∆"Yes! Oh, you're the 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 teacher in the whole wide world…"∆
*𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃-𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓*
ΩFrom the words "second thought," a second-thoughtist often raises doubts to an idea through further consideration.
ΩA second-thoughtist is one who is a forethinker.
ΩA second-thoughtist tries to weigh the outcome of an action to be carried out.
∆"...Knowing she was fond of being the "second thought" of a decision—a 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑-𝑡𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡.∆
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