Chapter 4: A TUMULT

After leaving Caitlin’s class, Trevor strolled through the corridor of the floor. Like, Erin, he was agitated with the sudden meeting. The MPs usually talked about boring stuff. For a second, he wanted to get back to Caitlin’s class and continue chatting with her. They had a lot of things to catch up with and ooh well…he was still single.

“Booo!”

Trevor furrowed his eyebrows meeting an angry mob coming from the end of the corridor matching up towards him.

“BOOO! BOOO!” they kept on shouting, throwing papers at him.

“What?” he exclaimed in a whisper. More students emerged from the classes bordering the corridor, also marching towards him, “WE WANT A NEW GOVERNMENT!”

Trevor swallowed, stranded at first. He could take the mob well if only they gave him prior explanation before attempting to lynch him.

He remained firm. The only thing he could do best. The school media managed their way through the crowd and though they thronged him from every corner, they had some decency not to throw ink at his neat attire.

“Mr. President.” They called separately. Some of them had cameras others had sound recorders while others held notepads and pens.

He only grinned.

“Mr. President. What do you have to say about this current situation?” the leading media personnel and a familiar face to Trevor begun asking.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, carelessly.

The crowd surrounding them still raised their voices angrily. Trevor opened his mouth just realizing how screwed he was.

The reporter girl, Cheryl saved him the trouble. “The school misses the quality it had. There are no sports this year, frequent electric power cuts, water problems, to mention but a few.”

“Amh… I have witnessed all these flaws but, I don’t see the reason to panic. See guys, before you all started shouting and throwing things at me, I already sat with the ministers and we extended the issue to the administration…it’s, it’s all been taken ..The situation is being taken care of.” He paused admiring all the lies that he could make up. Staying in private quarters with other top leaders, he had no idea about water shortages or power cuts. Thank you for the enlightment Cheryl…he thought. Probably the problems was the main agenda of the MP meeting. “I adjure you, please be calm… amh, the issue of sports… we have sports it’s all being organized, right now I was going to see the board personally, so, no need to demand a new government, everything is being handled perfectly. The only mistake is that we did not address you earlier.”

After this, Cheryl and her colleagues paused questioning him. The crowd surrounding them was also muted. Trevor had managed to cool them like ice. He smirked with satisfaction. This gesture aired in all the television screens within Hamerton. The ones that existed in the cafeteria, staff halls, administration offices in all the buildings and boarding lounges.

Behind one screen in a staffroom, in the primary section, teachers sat in a semicircle watching Trevor Tommy as he calmed the mob.

“That boy is a genius.” Mr. Dickson who just walked in said. Other teachers turned around to him.

“You know, the school has actually been tottering, Dickson.” One teacher commented. “My students wore wrinkled shirts today. There was no electricity in their dormitories the whole of yesterday.”
“I noticed that too.” Mr. Dickson agreed.

“There must be a problem in the highest administration.” Another teacher contributed.

“But these kids have paid a lot of money. They don’t deserve any of what's happening.” Mr. Dickson said.

They turned back to the screen. Trevor went on; “please, calm down.” He checked his Apple™ watch and turned back to the reporters. “It’s class time now. Be all in your classes. I assure you that your leaders are doing their best to restore everything in order.”

“He can really become a president one day or the Prime minister of England.” One of the teachers in the room said.

“That boy is an American Mr. Robert.” Mr. Dickson informed.

“Really?” the all asked staring at him.

“Yes, his father is a business tycoon in USA. Tommy Michael. I teach the boy’s younger brother, Randolph Michael.” Mr. Dickson said and added with slight pride.

“Ooh. I didn’t know that.” Mr. Robert shrugged.

Mr. Dickson eased himself in one of the seats inside the room to comfortably watch the news.

 what happened next? what about the evil meeting? is Trevor a part of it? stay tuned to find out

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