Sexy High School Girls - S01 E08

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Sexy High School Girls - S01 E08

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

[ Millson's Narration ]

Initially, I wanted to stay at Tutukpene for the three-week vacation but something happened that changed my mind. I was going home that day when I saw a group of girls meeting in a secluded building. From the look of things, they had a sinister motive.

They didn’t see me but I saw them.

I had a premonition that they were planning something against me. Seven girls wrote love letters to me. Now I saw five girls meeting secretly. Could that be a coincidental?
That night , I had a dream. In my dream, I saw a group of naked girls chasing me. Hmmm. Please don’t laugh at me. I suddenly woke up. It was then that I realised I couldn’t spend my vacation peacefully in the village.

I left Tutukpene the next day. In any case , if I go back to Accra, It will offer me the chance to see my family. I relished the warm company of my family, my father Peter and my sister Delise. I prefer to call her by her local name Ekuwa.

It had been many hours of travel
ling from that God-forsaken village called Tutukpene to Accra.

In reality, It had not being that long since I left my hometown but life in that village was simply boring.

Thank God I decided to leave that village to Accra to spend the three- week vacation.
I travelled by motorbike because finding a car from that village to the city is almost impossible. From that village to Accra is about 7 hours or 300 kilometers.

It was in the evening when I finally arrived in the city of Accra. Darkness was spreading its thick blanket on the city, signalling to the gloomy sun that its time was up. This natural phenomenon depicts the concept of time. To every activity on earth, there was an appointed time, a time for the sun to rise and a time for it to set.

Night was falling. The time was 7.00 p.m.The moon was slowly announcing its presence.
Most of the city’s natural beauty was lost, hidden under the thick canvas of darkness. The tall buildings crowded close to both the streets and each other, obscured the sad sunset and plunging the ground below into deep dark shadow.

The streetlights which were powered by solar gave enough illumination to the streets, driving away the nocturnal creatures from the route. More darkness emanated from the evening sky.

The streetlight cast sickly yellow pools of artificial light around their immediate area, but somehow never managed to bridge the gap between adjacent lightposts entirely.

They were bright enough, to hide most of the stars from view, leaving the sky above Accra, a dull, undifferentiated gray slowly fading to black. The dorminance of the darkness was soon broken by the countless rays of light. I did not gaze up at the uninspiring sky.

*****

The joy of being in my hometown
made me feel so excited. It was great coming back home.
Home sweet home.

Accra looked more sophisticated to me. Perhaps it was because I was now living in a village so coming back to the city felt new.

When I reached the station, I board a taxi home. The driver drove in the Obscurity, been aided by his headlight. I was almost home, making my way to my father’s home through the winding, cobbled streets.
When I reached home, my parents were very happy to see me. They gave me a hearty welcome. My mother Naayah hugged me like a lost son and my younger sister was super excited. We chatted over a lot of things.

It was a lovely reunion. The next day I had a conversation with my father.

My Father: Millson, how’s life?

Me: life’s difficult.

My Father: Hahaha. That’s what make it worth living. If it’s not difficult, then it’s not worth it.

Me: I agree with you?

My Father: How’s your experience in the village so far?

Me: Village life is quite adventurous.

My Father: How?

Me: Life is not automated in the village. It’s more of an active lifestyle. They used physical energy
while we use machines.

My Father: That’s the beauty of village life.

Me: That’s why village people live longer and active than us.

My Father: That’s a nice observation.

Me: Tutukpene Senior high school is a single sex school.

My Father: oh, I see. How are you coping there?

Me: Well.By his grace I’m managing.

My Father: How long will you do your internship there?

Me: One year.

My Father: How many of you are posted there?

Me: Nine.

My Father: I see. You won’t feel lonely, then.

Me: [ silent]

My Father: Why are you quiet.

Me: Dad, the truth is , I felt lonely all the time.

My Father: Why?

Me: My colleagues are not like me.

They chase the school girls.

My Father: Hmmm. Do you remember the advice I gave you?

Me: Yes, you said a teacher must be a lifelong learner because he can’t teach what he doesn’t know.

My Father: That’s good. Do you think it’s helpful?

Me: Yes, a teacher must learn everyday. That’s the only way he will be ahead of the students.

My Father: Ok. What is my second advice.

Me: You said I should be morally discipline and avoid dating those adolescent girls.

My Father: Why should you avoid them?

Me: They can lead me into big problems

My Father: Good. So let me ask you, have you encountered any problem with teenage student girls
In the school?

Me: Yes, Dad. I encountered some
tempting situations. The truth is, the girls are highly attractive and difficult to resist.

My Father: Have you slept with any of them?

Me : No. I didn’t.

My Father: Good. Maintain your self control. I knew they will tempt you, they will trap you and some may even try to rape you. They are matured and tempting , with big breast and buttocks but look beyond the beauty. Look at your future and your dignity. Don’t let this girls overcome you. Make me proud of you. Please , don’t follow your colleagues and chase these girls. It always end with bitter consequences.

In Accra, I was becoming accustomed to home-life again when I realised the holiday was almost up.
It wasn’t long before the holiday ended and I had to return to that village again. Sadly, I said Goodbye to my parents and sibling and set off to Tutukpene.

***
Another term had begun. It was September and students began trickling in, like drops of water. Within two weeks , Tutukpene school was in full section.

I marked their end of term examina
tion papers and was appalled by the high rate of failure and poor performances among the student body.

I wasn’t surprise though. Most of those students were not interested in learning.

They love sex. How can one combine love with education?

It was Dzifa’s performance that amazed me most.

{Dzifa's Narration}

When I saw my end of term examination, my heart sank. I failed in most of the subjects!!!
When I reached home , I met my mother.She asked me why I was crying.Unable to answer her question, I by-passed her into my bedroom where I sobbed.She knocked on my door but it was locked.
“My dear, “she said, “please open the door.I want to talk to you .

” No, mum, I don’t want to talk to anyone, please go, “I replied.
Without saying another world , she left.That evening, I refused to eat. I had a sleepless night . The next day, I bathed and went to school with a heavy heart. On reaching the school, I entered the classroom and sat down, avoiding curious eyes.
Mr.Millson came to the class. He admonished us to learn hard.
I gazed seductively into his eyes .

After closing from school, he called me and enquire from me why I performed badly in his subject.

I was quiet.

The manner in which he spoke to me melted my heart. This Millson teacher,huh huh ! He was just too exceptional. He could adapt and play dynamic roles and he was task -oriented.

He made me so relaxed in his company to the extent that the invisible bridge between us seemed to break . It was not surprising ,therefore,when I said, “Sir, I LOVE YOU.”
Without uttering any word , he left.

It was then that I knew I had to stop the diploma and do something more extreme.