~Dave Pov~
I walked into the principal office. A large oak door opened up to a well spacious room, decorated with the finest of upholstery a middle class earner could afford. Of course one may wonder, isn't it the school duty to ensure the principal office was furbished to a great taste ? But then, the sponsors didn't give a shit about the principal and a little dor the teachers.
All they cared about was the potential recruits they could get into their families, their organisations or whatever group they owned or worked for that was seeking for fresh meat. Once you get your class or you don't for some people that were unfortunate, graduation was set, in a matter of weeks.
I knocked and walked in, taking a seat myself after standing for close to a minute and the short bald man ignored me like I didn't exist.
The smell of tobacco wafted into the room as my nose immediately scrunched up the moment I took a whiff of it.
I wonder why men smoked ?
"So boy, tell me who sent you."
I stared up at the man looking him in the eyes. They say one of the best way to catch a thief is if he avoids eye contact. I was definitely practicing for the future moments.
"Miss Grace sir."
"And what did you do ?"
"Nothing sir."
He chuckled and took big suck at the end of the blunt as one could hear the pure sarcasm in his laughter.
"Remind me that your name again ?" He blew the smoke at my direction, they pungent smell hitting in my nose.
You might be my principal sir, but you don't want to push my buttons. You see, I won't push yours back, instead, I will steal it.
"I didn't say my name sir." I quickly replied, my demeanour like a first class stelar student.
"Ha ha, Smartass...well then what is it?"
"Dave sir "
"Sir is your surname ?" He asked with a smirk.
Ha ha, smartass.
"No sir."
"Then what is it ?"
"It's.. "
"Excuse me sir ! " The door was barged open as a pretty lady walked in. She was one of those teachers that you only see before classes started and during the end of the years party. She was beautiful nevertheless, but her distinct figure was her bald head. No, it was bald like the way men's head go bald and you see the shadow of the hair saying 'Hi' to you.
It was more like smooth skinned, and hell yeah! she rocked it like a rocket. She stared at me, her eyes on my head for more than a brief moment before she looked back to the principal.
"Your attention is needed sir, the visitors."
Immediately the short bald man stood up, stomping his cigar on his ash tray that showed the true colour of black. He straightened his suit, dragged his tie downwards almost going breathless, before walking out of the door. I turned to see the lady stealing a last once glance at my golden hair before leaving. I chuckled to myself as the door closed softly.
Some can only see and wish, that's where their possibility ends.
I sat down with my legs spread wide open and my hands on my thighs. Subconsciously, my fingers began to drum an erratic pattern as I wondered where the inspiration for such musical rendition came from.
[Hey! What do you think we can steal ?]
We ? I thought they said your inner thoughts pertaining to your class only begins fo show when you have gone far in your class rank.
[C'mon man, you want to tell me that you would move in here without picking a thing, not even his ashtray?"]
I chuckled to myself as I saw my legs standing straight and my fingers doing some little gymnastics. Shall we ?
Some people might say it's the devil whispering to me, but I would love to absolve that dude of this particular crime, because boy! If you see what I stole!.
I didn't have anywhere to keep my stolen items, I didn't have a storage ring. So I picked in the nature of quality and not quantity. First were books, good ol' books that you either see in a protected library; seeing but no touching. And those that would only be given to you, if your life is worth more than it.
Of course the old bald head man was rich, I mean a middle class earner. A middle class earner had the rich tag, while the upper class had the wealthy tag. But you see anything above the upper class tag was mind blowing. And mind you, there was still a class above that one. Inside that your evian, another evian dey inside.
So here I was browsing through his catalog, knowing fully well that this might be the last time I would get to enter this office. Of course I didn't pat attention in class and behaved like a total lazy student. But I was someone who was only interested in two kinds of information, the one that benefits me directly and the one that benefits me indirectly. Call me self centered, but having had a second chance at life, I come first no matter what.
Now speaking of the information that benefits me directly, is all about those I can use to either survive or grow. And the other which is indirectly are simply informations I could use to my knowledge or as well, benefit. I mean I got an information on the principal that he smokes during school hours and inside the school building. Its a crime by the school standards, and what do you think I could deal with that information ?
Blackmail!
But then one should only resort to blackmail if he had the upper hand. I could also black mail the principal and get him to pay me to keep his secret of smoking in school away from the parents, teachers forum. Mission completed!. But he wasn't my target, my classmates where.
"Eureka!"
I screamed more than Archimedes, as I pulled out the book. It was an absolute gem, it magnificent handwritten alphabets forming a title, staring back at me.
"How To Max Out Your Class Rank!"
I was giddy in excitement as I ran my fingers over the smooth cover of the book.
Man! I really struck gold.
I slowly opened the book cover like it was the legs of my virgin wife on our first night.
Phew! I can't wait.
Now one may ask, why so excited. It was all common knowledge that those who maxed out their class rank were above the rules of this mortal realm. They were considered gods amongst men, and I want to be one.
The next page was acknowledgement and seeing salutations to people of the races of elves and dragons, as well as dwarves and orcs. What a good book!
I had already concluded in my head, as I turned over the next page, my imagination running wild with what I would do. Just give yourself some months.
I skipped his family part, didn't need all the mushy stuff to his wives and concubines or girlfriends or whatever he had going on in his personal life. And finally was the moment I have been waiting for.
First there was a blank page and I felt my heart skip a beat. Have I been tricked ? Or is this a con artist work ?
Skipping to the next page, and seeing a boldly written ' CHAPTER ONE' made me smile and laughed like a wealthy man.
Ha ha...This guys are just funny ..ha ha.. You know that laughter.
As I turned unto the next page, at that moment, I felt my heart sinked as I stopped hearing sounds instantly. It was like I was thrown into a drum and shut inside another drum. Quickly I skipped unto the next and the next and the one after that, and all my eyes saw was blank pages upon blank pages. I kept on moving until the number of blank pages were the number of years I had spent in this world. I was calm for a second before going wild like a steam engine.
"Arghh!"