The wild side of life (Part 12)

I stopped dead in my tracks. Then I decided to make a run for it but before I knew it the police officer had grabbed on to my shoulders. “Not so fast, Miss Malang. You and I need to have a little chit chat, don’t we?” he asked, narrowing his eyes and forming a freaky jester-like smile across his lips. I sighed.

A few minutes later

“My name is Officer Loy. If I understand correctly, you were at the scene when Krayden had his episode, right?” he asked, pen and notepad at the ready. We were seated in the principal’s office, directly across Mr. Phoby, our principal. Whoa, talk about pin-drop silence. Never mind that, I could hear my stomach churning.

“Yes,” I gulped.

“From my understanding, you took the drink away from Krayden because you suspected it was a bit off, correct? Why so?” he asked, attempting a kind smile. He failed drastically. “Well, his behaviour was a bit off, so…He was all over the place. Acting strange,” I said.

“The lab tests revealed that Krayden’s drink was laced with Cocaine. This is a very serious matter, Miss Malang. Did you have anything to do with it?” his expression was grim.


“No, no! Of course not! I checked out his coke and it smelled of alcohol so I thought that that was the reason he was acting weird but Krayden said that usually didn’t happen. I assumed he was already high and decided to drink too? I dunno, I really couldn’t tell. It was Krayden who said it might’ve been laced…” I finished, feeling my throat tighten.

“Miss Malang, do you know of anyone who could have been responsible for this? Anyone holding a grudge against Krayden?” he asked, his face serious once again.

‘YES!’ my mind was yelling. ‘Yes I do! It’s Iola!’

“No,” I answered, shifting my gaze to the floor. A moment of silence.

“Schitin, you do realise that if you’re not telling the truth you could be in a whole lot of trouble, right?” he asked, his eyes full of concern. Mr Phoby nodded in agreement. “Go ahead Sky, don’t be scared,” he encouraged me. My eyes began filling with tears. “I don’t know who did it I really don’t!” I burst out, tears falling from my eyes. “I don’t know!” I cried out again. Fear was running through every one of my veins.

“Calm down, Schitin. There’s no need to be afraid. No one will be able to harm you, I promise. If you do know something, you could help prevent further incidents and I promise I will protect you. You can tell me what you know,” the officer said in a soothing tone. “You can trust me,” he finished.

Well, it sure feels like we’re filming CSI right now. Director, you can call cut now. Anytime now…anytime…still waiting…

I sighed.

“Well, Iola…Iola Janber mentioned something about it the other day. I-I don’t know if she did it but I think she might be able to help,” I said hesitantly, looking down. My heart was thumping against my chest, nagging at me to let it out. Iola would find out it was me, of course, who else knew? And then what? Beat me to a pulp? I need to learn karate! As soon as I get home I am going to stalk the internet for videos.

Watch History: How to avoid a flying stiletto heel, How to not get beaten to a pulp, How to flee from a chasing sports car, how to fight a conceited diva…

“Thank you, Miss Malang. I will speak to her now,” the officer smiled.

I ran out of the office with tears pouring down my face, right into Xycobra. OF COURSE! HE’S EVERYWHERE! PERFECT TIMING!

“Whoa whoa whoa there, Sky, slow down. Hey, are you crying?! What’s wrong, you hurt?” he asked, eyes full of concern as he scanned my broken arm, searching for further injury.  His hands reached for my face and he slowly wiped away my tears.


I smiled a little. A LITTLE. Hey, let’s not jump to conclusions okay. I came to my senses and moved his hands away. “Is that a smile I see? Is it? Ooooooh I made weetle Sky smile like a weetle happy baabbbyyyy!” Xycobra squeaked in a mocking tone. He reached out to tickle my belly but I slapped his wrist away.

“Freak! Get off!” I shouted but this only amused him further. “Want to play Peekaboo? Peekaboo!” he said, hiding his face behind his hands and then moving them away. I rolled my eyes. (I apologise. I was supposed to quit that.) Then he pulled me into a deep hug. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said into my ear. I pushed him away for about the fifth time. “I gotta go!” I said, running off into the opposite direction. I ran past the stairs but not fast enough to miss Phoenexia glaring at me from the top. I smiled sheepishly, embarrassed about what had just happened. She returned it with a wicked, evil and contemptuous smile. She glided down the stairs and walked right past me without meeting my eyes. She took Xycobra by his arm, kissed him on his cheek and then walked off, but not before she turned around to shoot a wicked grin at me, eyes glistening.

Uh oh…

Copyright All Rights Reserved Aakifah Mahomed 6 February 2015

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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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