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--- CHAPTER 2 Upon arriving at the school, with no expectations whatsoever, I unloaded my "chopbox" and other belongings from my dad’s car. He had already taken care of all my dues and payments with my teacher before I entered the school, so when I arrived, the housemaster only checked my baggage, and I was free to go to my house. My dad gave me a warm hug and said gently, "I know you don’t like the school, but right now, I can't transfer you to Adisadel. I just want you to finish in peace; it’s only one more year." He continued, "I know you’re a good kid, so don’t get into any trouble. If you get sick, I’m just a phone call away." His words reminded me of my original plan to fake an illness and come back home. "Sure, Dad, I’ll behave," I said politely. He hugged me again and waved goodbye. As he left, all the memories of my amazing vacation and stay in Accra flashed before my eyes. Now, my mind was filled with nothing but resentment for Morton College. Well, nothing much happened during the few hours I spent at school. Since I hadn’t started on the first day, I had to go to class. I noticed that the boys weren’t in a hurry to go back to the dormitory (my school is co-ed, by the way). I asked my friend, Prince, why the boys were reluctant to return to the dorm. He said, "You came on the third day, right? Well, you’ve missed a lot. It’s sad to tell you, but the dorms have been sprayed, so we’re sleeping in the classrooms now." His words hit me like a dagger. How could they do this? This felt so unfair, so inhumane. The anger I had felt on the way here flared up again. Where would I put my things? Where was I going to sleep? These questions raced through my mind. I felt terrible about coming to school that day. When Prince saw the disappointment on my face, he said, "Hey, we’re all in this together." Prince was in the same boat as me. He wanted to go to Accra Academy, but his dad insisted on Morton. I guess it’s our parents who choose the schools, not us. I really wanted to call my dad and ask to come home, but I knew that would be a bad idea. So, I just dropped my things in the classroom and headed to the dining hall. I couldn’t bring myself to eat much—I had lost my appetite. It was time for prep, and I spent the entire session complaining to my friends about how uncomfortable I was at this school. Before I knew it, the most feared housemaster at the school, Mr. Kpentu, walked in. He was a tall, thick man who expressed his "love" for students by both entertaining us and punishing us when we broke the rules. He was a strict disciplinarian, and his main rule was that no boy in his house, Verne House, was allowed to prep in the hall. That day, a boy fell victim to his golden rule. His name was Valentino Brown, though everyone called him Shalipopi. He was notorious for hanging out with the wrong crowd and was always on Mr. Kpentu’s radar. "Are you in Verne House?" Mr. Kpentu asked. "Yes," Shalipopi replied. Without warning, Mr. Kpentu slapped him. I was sitting right in front of Shalipopi when it happened, and I flinched as if I had been slapped myself. After that, I buried my face in my book and stayed quiet until prep was over. When I walked back to my classroom, I realized I wasn’t alone. A group of boys had gathered to sleep in the classroom with me. We talked and laughed until it got late, and the light outside faded. ---

Here’s a revised version of your passage with improvements to clarity, grammar, and flow: --- CHAPTER 2 Upon arriving at the school, with no expectations whatsoever, I unloaded my "chopbox" and other belongings from my dad’s car. He had already taken care of all my dues and payments with my teacher before I entered the school, so when I arrived, the housemaster only checked my baggage, and I was free to go to my house. My dad gave me a warm hug and said gently, "I know you don’t like the school, but right now, I can't transfer you to Adisadel. I just want you to finish in peace; it’s only one more year." He continued, "I know you’re a good kid, so don’t get into any trouble. If you get sick, I’m just a phone call away." His words reminded me of my original plan to fake an illness and come back home. "Sure, Dad, I’ll behave," I said politely. He hugged me again and waved goodbye. As he left, all the memories of my amazing vacation and stay in Accra flashed before my eyes. Now, my mind was filled with nothing but resentment for Morton College. Well, nothing much happened during the few hours I spent at school. Since I hadn’t started on the first day, I had to go to class. I noticed that the boys weren’t in a hurry to go back to the dormitory (my school is co-ed, by the way). I asked my friend, Prince, why the boys were reluctant to return to the dorm. He said, "You came on the third day, right? Well, you’ve missed a lot. It’s sad to tell you, but the dorms have been sprayed, so we’re sleeping in the classrooms now." His words hit me like a dagger. How could they do this? This felt so unfair, so inhumane. The anger I had felt on the way here flared up again. Where would I put my things? Where was I going to sleep? These questions raced through my mind. I felt terrible about coming to school that day. When Prince saw the disappointment on my face, he said, "Hey, we’re all in this together." Prince was in the same boat as me. He wanted to go to Accra Academy, but his dad insisted on Morton. I guess it’s our parents who choose the schools, not us. I really wanted to call my dad and ask to come home, but I knew that would be a bad idea. So, I just dropped my things in the classroom and headed to the dining hall. I couldn’t bring myself to eat much—I had lost my appetite. It was time for prep, and I spent the entire session complaining to my friends about how uncomfortable I was at this school. Before I knew it, the most feared housemaster at the school, Mr. Kpentu, walked in. He was a tall, thick man who expressed his "love" for students by both entertaining us and punishing us when we broke the rules. He was a strict disciplinarian, and his main rule was that no boy in his house, Verne House, was allowed to prep in the hall. That day, a boy fell victim to his golden rule. His name was Valentino Brown, though everyone called him Shalipopi. He was notorious for hanging out with the wrong crowd and was always on Mr. Kpentu’s radar. "Are you in Verne House?" Mr. Kpentu asked. "Yes," Shalipopi replied. Without warning, Mr. Kpentu slapped him. I was sitting right in front of Shalipopi when it happened, and I flinched as if I had been slapped myself. After that, I buried my face in my book and stayed quiet until prep was over. When I walked back to my classroom, I realized I wasn’t alone. A group of boys had gathered to sleep in the classroom with me. We talked and laughed until it got late, and the light outside faded. ---

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