The Drama Begins (Part 13)

I ran down the hall at lightning speed. What the heck was her problem? HE hugged me! I pushed him away! That totally was not my fault…right?

I sat down in class that day completely isolated, ignoring Pamper and Lectra who continuously asked me if anything was wrong. The fear running through me was unreal, it felt as if my body was absorbing shockwaves every 0.1 seconds. No, I’m not exaggerating. The entire school had heard about what happened, and that Iola was being interrogated by a police officer. Everyone also knew that I had played some part in all this, because they’d seen me come out of the principal’s office. Dang it!

A few hours later

The day literally dragged. Seriously. No seriously. It dragged! I stared at our classroom clock until my eyes started to burn, prompting my teacher to ask me if I needed to see the nurse.

Uh, what nurse? We don’t have a freaking nurse! Our school is too poor to afford a freaking nurse!

I ran for my life after school, bursting through the school gates and almost falling over myself. Right into Xycobra’s arms. Again. AGAIN! He’s seriously everywhere. Only this time he wasn’t smiling, and before I knew it he had me pushed up against the wall in a corner, out of sight from the school parking lot, his hand over my mouth. He wore the most serious expression I’d ever seen him with and so I knew something was up. He was staring intensely at two figures in the distance, having a heated conversation. The figures advanced towards our direction, until they were suddenly right behind the wall where we were hiding. Xycobra tightened his grip around my mouth. How the heck did he expect me to breathe?!

“What the hell is wrong with you? Do you seriously not know how to keep your damn mouth shut?” I heard one voice screech. It was a girl’s. Then I heard a loud slap. Ouch.

“She found out by accident! It wasn’t my fault!” I heard a second voice wail. Yet another girl. Yet another slap. OUCH.

“BY ACCIDENT! WHAT ACCIDENT!” the first voice yelled, her voice dripping with extreme rage. “I had to come all the way to this stupid school just to fix your mess, and now you’ve gone and blurted everything to the cops?!”…..and yet another slap. The second girl began crying.

“I-I didn’t s-say anything, I s-swear!” The second girl pleaded. I heard the sound of a struggle, a body being flung hard into a wall, and then footsteps walking away. Xycobra checked to see if the coast was clear and then he let me go. My mouth was completely numb.

“Bot the bell? You just made by bouth completely numb!” I mumbled, trying to get blood flowing to my mouth again. We walked around the wall only to find a girl crouching down against the wall, sobbing profusely. My eyes widened in horror as I suddenly recognised the girl. It was Iola. I noticed a thin streak of blood dripping from her forehead as she looked up at us, her eyes filled with fear. I sat down next to her, wiping the blood away for her with a soft tissue. I have no idea why I was feeling sorry for her, but I couldn’t just leave her there. She carried on sobbing and I put my arm around her, trying my best to comfort her. Yes. It was totally awkward. Don’t judge me.

“Who uh, who did this to you?” I asked after a while, trying to get rid of the awkward silence. But what she said terrified me. And what terrified me even more was that Xycobra didn’t even seem taken aback by the news. He just sat there, with a knowing gaze, while I was petrified, and tears were suddenly pouring out of my eyes in absolute fear.

“I’m sure you were standing nearby to have come this quick to me, so, didn’t you recognise her voice?” she sobbed out. “It was Phoenexia, Sky. It was Phoenexia!”

It was Phoenexia.

Copyright All Rights Reserved Aakifah Mahomed 24 November 2015


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Xycobra Returns (Part 5)

I sighed. What was I going to do about Iola?

I reached school late. WHY?! I have said it before and I shall mention it again. I HATE BEING LATE. My freaky classmates (I don’t know why I keep dissing my class. I have only just recently realised that I am one of them…Don’t make me say it…Okay fine. Nerds) always stare at any latecomers and it’s creepy. I would not be late though, if it wasn’t for Uncle Sipho. As usual he has to scream at any other taxi driver on the road who have overloaded their vehicles, (To the point where people’s faces are smashed flat against the windows, mouths lopsided and everything) even though he’s clearly guilty of the act himself.

However, this morning everyone including the teachers seemed to be standing outside the school gates as if waiting for a member of The Royal Family to arrive. A pathway of students was formed and a red carpet would have been just perfect. I should have known. Xycobra was back. I rolled my eyes.

He arrived on the back of his jet-black motorcycle, riding through the row of students eagerly awaiting his presence. He carefully removed his helmet, then shook his dark hair in slow motion, taking advantage of the light breeze that day. He then smiled his perfect bright smile and in his deep voice uttered the words responsible for making every daft girl in my school swoon and blush.

“Hi beautiful people. I’m baaack,” he drawled. I was doing it again. The excessive eyeball-rolling. Was he serious? HOW WAS EVERYONE FINDING THIS AMUSING?! Okay. It was pretty amusing actually. I was stifling a loud outburst of laughter.

He then caught sight of me standing behind his motorcycle, away from all the other students, casually waiting for him to move.

“Uh, your Royal Highness, I humbly request your permission to move,” I said sarcastically.

He smiled his annoying perfect smile again. I rolled my eyes. (I really need to stop. People are going to think that’s like my trademark or something)

“Hey Sky,” he said softly. “Everyone, let’s hear it for my hero! That’s right, Sky is my HERO!” he shouted, making way for me. The air was immediately filled with cheering and clapping from every student present. Oh, the influence this boy had over everyone.

“Oh, save it for Oprah will you?” I said, pushing him out of the way. Iola immediately appeared at my side, her fists clenched.

“Oh, you just love the attention, don’t you, you damn B***H! Let’s see if you still love it once my fist is in your face!” she screamed, but her punch was stopped in mid-air by Xycobra.

“Whoa, whoa easy there, Iola. What the heck are you doing?” he said. Teachers were already pulling her away and scolding her angrily.

“I don’t need your help!” I lashed out at Xycobra. I stormed off angrily for no apparent reason, then dropped my school bag halfway, ruining the effect. How embarrassing.

3 hours later

“Sky, you’re a real gossip magnet, aren’t you?” Lectra and Pamper were giggling. I smiled. I couldn’t help being happy around them.

“You’re such a bad ass, getting on Iola’s bad si-” her words trailed off as the electricity in the building suddenly shut off.

“Darn Eskom!” was everyone’s immediate response. This is the part where I truly welcome you to South Africa, where power outages are as frequent as new fashion trends. All the time and everywhere. However, it was not Eskom’s fault this time.

“Somebody stole a pylon!”. That was the news going around.

“What!” Volta burst out laughing. “That’s insane, never mind impossible. I think SOMEONE would have noticed that!”

I burst out laughing too. That was a bit far fetched. But, in my beautiful country, I would not erase that theory, nor put it past anyone. The real story though, was that someone stole the bolts and nuts from the base of the pylon (Out of all places!) causing it to collapse from slight winds. THREE PYLONS DOWN. NO ELECTRICITY FOR THREE DAYS STRAIGHT TO MY SUBURB.

Hash tag, Survivor South Africa.

You can take away my lights. You can take away my heater. BUT HANDS OFF MY WIFI!!!

3 Hours later

I was eager to get home that day. I heard someone yelling my name just before I jumped into Uncle Sipho’s taxi. (‘Do they time this to purposely annoy Uncle Sipho?’ I wondered.)

It was Krayden.

“I’m so sorry for the other day man,” he said. “Yeah it was alcohol but that normally doesn’t happen. I really think someone laced it before I could notice,” he explained, looking down in shame. “Anyway, thanks for helping me home and telling my mom. She was worried sick,” he finished, tapping me lightly on the shoulder and then skipping off towards his transport.

Panic surged through my body like the surge that would take place when the electricity was restored to my community.

Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 9 June 2014

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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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