I hated the new boy with all my heart. How dare he switch schools and suddenly become the number one topic everyone discussed! The girls gossiped about how cute he was, the boys spoke in awe about his football skills. Even the teachers could not help it. They kept on heaping praises and commenting on how he had quickly adapted to a new academic system and how his performances on tests exceeded their expectations for a newcomer. It looked like a big conspiracy to make him god of Holy Minds Junior High and it seemed I was the only one not buying it.
Prior to this damn boy’s entry, I was king! I ruled this empire they called Holy Minds School. Among my peers, my word was final. Even the teachers knew to seek my opinion on everything academic. There was always the “Kojo, What do you think?” when no one else could figure out the answer. Whenever a group of students wanted to do anything, be it mischievous or noble; I had the final say. Things had changed dramatically since the new boy arrived. He had been around for less than a month but it felt like a decade. My honour had been blighted. I was now the substitute.

As I sat all alone at my table in the Canteen digging into my lunch, at the same time pondering on these new turn of events and how I was to get back on my throne, the new boy stepped into the Canteen. All traces of appetite I had, quickly disappeared. My chest obediently began to heave with anger as I observed him order his food. What ensued after he picked up his tray and began to scan the room for a spot to sit, just disgusted me. Boys and girls all over the Canteen began to call out his name, beckoning him to come over to their table. One girl looked like she would fall on her knees the next moment. After scanning the room for what seemed like hours, with a wry smile on his face, he finally started in my direction, obviously headed for the group of girls behind me.
It was then that I decided I had had enough. It was time to end it all. As he approached, a few feet away from my table, I picked up my knife and clutched it tight like a practised stabber would. There were no teachers in sight. All of them, by convention, ate in the Staff Canteen. The coast was clear to do this. He inched closer with each step and I was ready for him, but kept my head bent in feigned concentration on my food. I was going to strike at the right time. The plan was to catch him by surprise and make it seem accidental. By one swift move, I Kojo Asiedu, was going to bring down the new boy, Peter Mensah.
He drew closer, oblivious to what I was about to do to him, obviously smug and engrossed in the attention he was receiving. My grip on the knife tightened, and my chest heaved in anticipation. He was two steps away from me and then the timely signal to strike came from within my brain. With all the force and skill I could muster, and in one split-second flow, I stuck out my right foot and tripped Peter Mensah.