The Good, The Bad and The Poetic (Part 4)

My heart was thumping hard against my chest, begging me to set it free from its confined space. I could feel a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach. I felt sick. As it slowly dawned on me that this area was unsafe, I began trembling and my palms were covered with sweat. I heard screaming and shouting in the distance and then a black BMW with tinted windows appeared across the road. The window slid down and a hooded figure produced a gun, fired two shots in my direction, then drove off. I am so lucky that my legs chose to buckle at that moment because if I hadn’t fallen, I would probably have been dead by now,

I rushed to Xycobra’s side.

“Aw no! Not you! You gonna beat me up again?!” he moaned. I rolled my eyes. (Really?! That’s what he was afraid of?!)

He was breathing heavily. Like Darth Vader. Darth Vader with a cold. I didn’t know what to do. I called Uncle Sipho. He was the first person who came to my mind. Together we rushed Xycobra to hospital. He had a chest wound and was bleeding severely. Luckily, we got there in time.

14 hours later

I was still shaken as I walked into class that morning. The police were working on things, but the students at Eiobra High were doing an investigation of their own. The school was buzzing with news about Xycobra’s incident.

“Yo Schitin, What’s your deal man, you beat the guy up then take him to hospital, that’s epic man,”

“Hey Sky, you take your first aid thing seriously don’t you, did you give Xycobra mouth to mouth?” (Everyone was making fun of the day when someone in school went missing but I thought someone was sick so I very embarrassingly shouted out “I’m a first aider!”. Smooth.)

“Awww wittle Sky is a wittle herooo!” And then the singing came. (There’s a hero, If you look inside your heart,)

2 hours later

I got a light punch on my shoulder. I whirled around to see Lectra and Pamper smirking at me. I frowned.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing!” They said in unison, clearly hiding something!

“You buying lunch today? It’s Friday, we get chiprolls from the Tuck Shop on Fridays,” Lectra smiled.

“Cool I’ll get one too,” I said, to an immediate response of laughter. I sighed. WHAT NOW!

9 minutes later

Break was in exactly a minute. Everyone in my class was finishing off…What they do in their free time. (Write Poetry. Damn nerds). Everyone except Pamper and Lectra, who were shifting uneasily in their seats, staring at the wall clock like that scene from High School Musical 2. They were clearing bags out of the way, asking people to move their chairs in and then continued staring at the clock.

When the bell rang, Pamper jumped up and over Krayden, her classmate, making him fall off his chair,then ran out of the classroom. Lectra pushed her partner off his seat too, shoved the teacher who was standing innocently at the chalkboard out of the way, then made for the classroom door. I do what I always do when I’m confused. Cause more confusion. I ran out of the class with them.


I rushed over to the Tuck Shop where a bunch of students had already gathered, eagerly presenting their money to Mr Wylyden, who was in charge. I pushed in line which was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life.

I got shoved. Scratched. Pushed. Pinched. Kicked. Grabbed (You don’t even wanna know where) and when I finally bought my chiproll and Coke, someone trying to get out of the chiproll line bumped into me and my Coke fell. It burst. Great. Just Great. When I was done with that, I looked like I had just partook in a MMA fight with The Rock. I walked to the Playground where I found Pamper and Lectra happily eating their chiprolls. They laughed when they saw my hair styled into an involuntary Mohawk and my uniform covered in tomato sauce.

“Don’t laugh!” I said, pretending to be shaken up. “You don’t know what I’ve been though back there!” I pretended to wipe away tears.

“Someone grabbed my butt!” I cried. Lectra and Pamper laughed harder. So hard, I was sure they would stop breathing soon.

“Dude, ahhhh be thankful you’re alive man. If you want food, you gotta fight for it,” Lectra said, smiling her perfect smile. She then raised her chiproll in the air and shouted “Aweeee we got the booty my bruuuuuu,” and Pamper followed suit. I laughed along with them.

2 hours later

School came out early on a Friday. I met my classmate Krayden. He had hazel eyes, brown hair and chocolate brown skin. He was fine all day but he was suddenly acting extremely strange.

“Skyyyyy you gotta taste this Coke man, it tastes lekker!” he said. His voice was slurring and he was swaying from side to side.

“Check my abs!” he burst out and suddenly ripped off his school shirt. I gasped. Not because the only thing I saw was a lump of blubber, but because he was acting. Well. Crazy.

“Six pack coming soooon bra!” he yelled.

“Put your clothes back on!” I ordered.

“Nooo Sky baby, come feel my abs,” he said, walking right past me. Into the wall. I resisted the urge to laugh. “Sky? Where you gone?” he said, touching the bricks. “Why you feeling so rough?” he asked, confusion etched on every feature of his face. I pulled the coke away from him and smelled the contents. It reeked of alcohol. I dropped the can in disgust and stared at Krayden.

“Dude, you’re high!” I said, as I watched him flop into a heap on the floor. I gasped just as I saw Iola passing me from the corner of my eye.

“Oh look, the Indian B***h is trying to be a hero again,” she grumbled before hopping into her father’s convertible. I sighed. Damn Bully.
Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 1 June 2014

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5 thoughts on “The Good, The Bad and The Poetic (Part 4)

  1. You put a disclaimer that any resemblance is purely coincidental but I dnt think that the chip roll war was just coincidence 😐 lol. It was epic non the less 👍


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