The new girl (Part 1)

“Your lunch! Don’t forget your lunch!” I heard my mum yelling as I jumped into Uncle Sipho’s taxi. No, not the type of cabs you see on TV. Not the fancy yellow one’s with fancy drivers. It’s South Africa. I’m talking about a minibus taxi. Yup, those crazy one’s that are most of the time packed with a gang load of people…I love it anyway. (Embracing the Ubuntu spirit)

I’m off to a semi-private school in Johannesburg and I’m dreading the “New Girl” scene. My name is Schitin (Pronounced Sky tin), by the way. Schitin Malang.

OMG I’m late. I hate being late, especially when you’re the new girl. It stinks!

We reached the school about ten minutes after the bell had rung. Great. Let me describe this beautiful scenery to you. It’s not perfect and I’m glad it’s not. Completely face-brick, with a few of the bricks falling out at some places, the two-floored building still stood strong. It’s South Africa. Naturally, the security has to be tight, so there’s more walls, barbed wire, electric fencing and gates than…than the actual school.

“Awehhhh my bruuuuu!” A crazy kid was screaming as he rushed off to greet his…uh…”Bru”.  Just then, a striking purple-haired girl nudged me. “Howzit, newbie. Better get to class,” she smirked. “Call me Lectra. Welcome to Eiobra High, your biggest nightmare. Enjoy” she winked an eye at me before taking a cool walk through the gates. (And then past the security guard, cameras, barbed wire etc.)

We don’t have a proper playground. Our playground consists of a grassy field (I would call it a veld. Oh come on, there’s grass growing over the supposed-to-be volleyball court) and something that looked like a netball court. A flyer blew into my face and it was like, I don’t know, destiny calling me. (Pretend that happened in slow motion and there’s angels singing in the background.) SOCCER TRY-OUTS!!! Lekker. The only problem was…there was no soccer field. Or was there something I was missing?!

6 hours later.

Nope nothing missing. The soccer try-outs were happening on the NETBALL FIELD. MY GOODNESS HOW CAN THIS EVEN BE POSSIBLE. The very same netball field that was built on a raised platform bordered by columns of bricks (obviously no longer intact. These kids of today…) I giggled. The coach was my drop-dead-gorgeous class teacher. She was wearing a full-length dress and stilettos. STILETTOS. Shoot…me…now. Ain’t nobody tell her this was a sports field…

A great day lay ahead.

Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 11 May 2014
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