CHAPTER FIVE: RESUMPTION (3)
"Don't be like your brother if you start this school!" David warned with a smile.
"You bought the latest phone, guy," Matthew smiled as he looked at Francis's phone.
Dad always buys good phones for both Francis and me, so it wasn't a big deal.
"I told you my dad would get me the latest Samsung," Francis boasted.
"I got an iPhone instead, but I bet mine is better than yours," Matthew smiled.
Francis is just seventeen compared to his eighteen-year-old friend. In his class, he is known as the richest and hottest guy. At least, that is what Francis told me and David.
His friends were also rich.
"I didn't bother to change my phone," David said, smiling.
"At least yours is still trending," Francis cheered him up.
Suddenly, Francis's phone beeped and he checked the message before looking at me, then his friends.
"Mom just called that we should come meet her now," Francis said to me.
Seems we have spent enough time here.
"Guys, I will be back. I got enough food for hostel boys," Francis said to his friends before holding my wrist as we walked together.
"What does your friend mean when he said I shouldn't be like you?" I asked Francis, curious to know what it meant.
"You are too young to know, so no worries about that," he said the sentence that always pisses me off.
I decided to drag it again because I know that I will get the answer sooner since I am in this school already.
We got to the car and I saw Mom already dusting the car as if ready to leave. My loads were on the fake grass in the relaxation garden.
Two big coolers were prepared for Francis; Mom always prepares much because of his friends and roommates.
My food and drinks were already in a polythene. I don't eat much, and thank goodness I am not thin.
Francis often says, "Boarding house will fit you because you don't eat." Well, I will just skip that memory.
"Here you are! It is already six and the security men are pursuing the parents out, so I guess we should start leaving," Mom said as she opened the car seat and brought out her purse so she could give us money.
She gave Francis ten thousand naira, and she gave me five thousand naira.
"Keep it tight, Floral. Hostel students steal, so don't misplace the money. And if you need anything, you can meet your guardian," Mom said as she sat on the passenger seat.
Francis dropped his phone with Mom because phones are prohibited on the school premises.
"God be with you, and make sure you face your studies and don't follow bad gangs. Put God first always as well," Dad said, smiling before driving off.
I felt like crying but kept it to myself since Francis was beside me.
"Thank goodness David and I didn't leave," Matthew said as he picked the coolers and smiled.
"Yeah, I will come meet you two in hostel. I want to help my little sister with her load," my brother said as he carried my big bag (Ghana Must Go) and my polythene together.
"Okay," Matthew said, leaving with David.
"Don't touch the food until I come meet you guys in hostel o," my brother warned.
My brother and food are like five and six.
When we got to America for a vacation, my brother always ate sugary things too much, and pizza was his favourite.
He always says, American pizzas and Nigerian pizzas are dragging with the tastes because both are sweet.
I carried my school bag and dragged my box as my brother led me to the girls' hostel.
When we got to Solar building, my brother stopped and said, "Don't mind anything anyone says to you and focus, okay?" Francis said, as if worried about something.
"Okay!" My brother loves to advise me, and I heed it because it helps.
We continued walking until I got to the entrance to enter the girls' hostel.
"Francis, how are you doing?" a dark, chubby girl with short hair came towards us with her friend.
I think they are classmates.
"Fine, can you help Floral with her loads?" Francis said, dropping my loads.
"Wow, she is really cute. What is her name?" the slim friend asked.
"Floral," Francis answered straightforwardly, as if uncomfortable with them.
"Nice, we will help her. Which hostel?" the chubby one asked.
"Benevolence," I answered instead of Francis.
"Great."
"Floral, they are your seniors, and you call them by that. She is Veronica," Francis said, pointing at the chubby one, and then the slim one, "She is Emmanuella," he said.
"Okay," I answered.
"Bye Floral, I will meet you tomorrow," Francis said, leaving.
I looked at the way Francis left the scene little by little, and it made me want to cry.
"Let's go, Floral," Veronica said as she carried my big bag (Ghana Must Go), and then Emmanuella helped with the box, as I carried the rest myself.
They led me to the hostel.
"Is he your blood brother?" Veronica asked me such a question.
Like yes, isn't that obvious that we look alike?
"Yes," I answered.
"Your brother is like the most handsome guy in our set," she said with a whisper and a tone that sounded as if she liked my brother.
I didn't reply but looked at the two seniors.
No wonder my brother was uncomfortable; he was uncomfortable because of their behaviour.
My brother hates girls who talk too much.
"If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask me. I am in Grade Twelve, as well as your brother, but in the Commercial Department," Veronica said.
My brother is in the Science Department as he works towards becoming an architectural engineer just like Mom.
"Okay, Senior Veronica," I said as they stopped.
I looked up at the building in front of us and saw that it was my hostel.
They dropped my load and called two of my mates to assist me with my load since they said the senior class aren't allowed to enter juniors' hostel.