(Present day)
I finished my K.C.S.E today and was happy that I was done with high school but nobody came to pick me up yet. I've been waiting for almost three hours now and all the students have left.
I could've taken a bus but I had no fare money so I just sat and impatiently waited for the car to arrive. My brother was the one coming to pick me up.
I called him and he keeps blaming his lateness to traffic jam. I bet there's other reasons why he was late.
After an eternity, he arrived in a silver Range Rover Evoque. He bought it after selling his new app to Safaricom.
"If you wanted to show off, you could've arrived earlier," I said as I scurried to the vehicle. The school uniform was becoming itchy. I hated boarding school so much.
"Where's your trunk?" he asked as I jumped into the vehicle.
"I don't got one. Gave it away to some form one students." I said buckling up.
"Oh okay." Suleiman said and we drove off.
I pulled down the window and flipped off the watchman who was teasing me and calling me poor orphan as I waited alone at the gate.
My brother saw me and got angry.
"What are you doing?" he said frowning. "You know you'll still be coming back for your K.C.S.E certificate right?"
"I'll apologise then," I said and lied back on the comfortable leather seat. After a few seconds I dozed off.
When I woke up, I was in hospital ward. All kind of intravenous tubes fed into my hand veins. I panicked and shot up but a nurse sturdily pinned me down to the bed with one hand and angrily told me to stop moving or I'll break my spine.
"Where's my brother?" I asked almost crying.
"shh, you're okay. Sleep. Don't worry." The nurse said and injected me, making me drowsy. As I fell unconscious, I feared for the worst.
What had happened? Is he dead?