My school bus experience 2

   I got home that day with my heart in my hand, luckily for me my Dad hadn't called the school yet, and when he saw me and was ready to pounce on me, I told him that we went for a competition and the school bus broke down on our way, (honestly till date I do not know where that came from), but I felt God was giving me a second chance.
    I decided to take a break and be a good child, so I started taking my bike back home. ☺☺
    After some time, that Igbo gene in me wouldn't just let me rest, and I decided to start taking the bus again. I took the bus everyday till it was time for revision and everyone in school started closing at the same time, so the bus was fully occupied.
    As soon as it was time for examinations, and as it was a tradition in the school, the Rv sisters went to every class to call out names of people owing the school in any way. Since my parents usually paid for everything at the beginning of each term, I was the most relaxed person on the planet 😌😌. What did I hear? And the Rv sister called out my name again, I never experred it😨😳😳. As the sister walked us out of the class, I couldn't hold back my tears, because the next thing was to send us home to our parents, how was I going to explain this to my father, what would be the colour of my obituary photo, would they bury me in Abuja or in the village, I cried out my eyes as thoughts kept going through my mind. With my crying voice, I managed to ask the sister "sister which one am I owing " just to be sure. And in her igbotic intonation, she replied "oh so you think you can follow my school bus and I would not know eh", that was when it dawned on me that I was dealing with the spiritual. I kept begging and pleading with the sister that I only took the bus twice when I couldn't find my transport money, I  begged and begged and cried and rolled, I kept wailing "sister pleaseeeee pleaseeeee" I probably exhausted all the tears I had and started pouring out CSF. At that point I started reminiscing on what I actually used all my 50 naira to do, and I couldn't even place my fingers on anything. We were grouped and asked to wait, I even made the other children to start crying because they didn't understand what was going on. After some time, the Rv sister called me out to tell me that I had been forgiven of my sins, and I should make sure I don't repeat such.
From that day, I took a vow never to take the school bus again.