It’s a little bit funny…(Part 11)

I awoke to the sound of a repetitive beeping noise echoing in my ear and it slowly dawned on me that I was in a hospital ward. I sighed heavily and immediately regretted doing so because I felt a sudden pain spreading through my chest. I sat up slowly, trying to assess the damage. Sore chest, broken arm and a few bruises. Hey, it could have been a lot worse. Phoenexia could have – Oh no! What did happen to Phoenexia?

I pressed the button on the little remote-thingy next to my bed to call a nurse. A few seconds later, a chubby and cheerful lady buzzed into the room, floating on air.

“Well hello there Miss Schitin. How are we doing right now?” she asked, a bright smile plastered across her face. I giggled. What? She was cute okay.

“I’m, uh, fine, I think,” I said. She responded with a cute giggle. “Where’s Phoenexia?” I asked, fear running through my veins.

“Oh, she’ll be fine honey don’t you worry. She’s in the ICU for now, but I can assure you she’ll be fine by tomorrow” she smiled. The fact that she was in the ICU did not sound good at all but somehow this bubbly nurse made everything seem okay.

Two days in the hospital passed rather quickly, visitors coming in and out, my parents, Lectra, Volta, Pamper, a few of my teachers, and oh my word even Atria and Gravity (The world must be ending). Everyone except the one person I wanted to see the most; Xycobra.

I was back to school two days after I was discharged (No I’m not a super nerd. Okay I am. Hey who are you to judge?!) and as usual the school was buzzing about me. Nothing unusual of course. I am a highly fascinating topic if you didn’t already know.

I walked into school to a rupture of cheers. Phoenexia was back, too. Luckily, her injuries weren’t too bad; she fractured her leg and was of course in crutches. Volta was instantly at my side to help me with my bag (My, oh my, I could get used to this!) and all attention was on us. Oh yeah, I’m a superstar. I just need dark sunglasses and a strong wind to blow my hair back in slow mo.

But of course instead of wind I got a storm…The day I decided to not wear my school jacket. And then something strange happened, Volta wrapped his jacket around me break time in the courtyard. What, did he think this was this like an Indian romance movie or something? If so, there’s no trees and buildings to hide behind so he is way off. And then it got awkward and I realised people were starting to stare so I ran off into my classroom.

And found Xycobra sitting alone. With a guitar. Seriously, was someone filming this? Am I being punked? Why does he have a guitar? I’m pretty sure that this isn’t allowed in school…Hello?!!!!!! Anyone notice anything abnormal today!

“Hey Sky,” he mumbled softly, a tear dripping down his cheek. Ohhhh nooooo whyyyy I am not good in these situations. Seriously can I just walk out right now?

“Heyyyyyyyyyyyy” I said extremely awkwardly. This made him laugh. “What’s up?” I asked, trying to sound less awkward. So, was I supposed to put my arm around his shoulder or something? Is that what people do? I usually avoid these type of movies. “You wanna hear me play something?” he asked, his face brightening. I burst out laughing. “What, is this High School Musical or something?” I chuckled. He smirked. “Well, I’d make a hot Troy, don’t you think?” he winked at me. Ah, this is the Xycobra I know.

“I was thinking more along the lines of Gabriella, but Troy should be okay,” I said sarcastically. He shook his head and laughed and then began strumming a soft tune on his guitar.

“It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside, I’m not one of those who can, easily hide…” he began singing. Do you know what it’s like to get a heart attack? Neither do I. But I’m pretty sure my heart is being attacked. Singing like an angel is just another thing to add to the list of things Xycobra can do.

“Aw baby that’s so beautiful!” I heard Phoenexia’s voice behind me. I turned to see her face fresh with tears. Really? Just when I thought life couldn’t get more awkward? She hopped across the classroom to Xycobra and he got up to help her. “Hey hey heyyy you know you supposed to be resting, crazy monkey!” he said, and I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from guffawing. That was the cutest weirdest thing ever.

“I heard about your mom, Xy I’m sooo sorry. I can’t believe she’s had cancer for over a month and you didn’t tell me?!” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

My heart lurched. I suddenly understood what Xycobra meant when he said that behind every perfection, is a flaw. I left the class silently and made my way to the principal’s office. Talk about bad timing.

The police officer that had promised to be back about Krayden’s drink was waiting for me. I had completely forgotten about that. What now?

Copyright All Rights Reserved Aakifah Mahomed 30 October 2014


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My milkshake brings all the boys to the…entire school? (Part 10)

Wow, the nicknames just keep coming. I am now known as “punch girl” and everyone in my class has dared me to make milkshake for them. Yes, everyone. Yes, I was liquidising strange combinations on a Sunday night. Yes, I am weird. And yes, it’s all Xycobra’s fault. He was the one who brought up the milkshake, trying to lighten the mood when I ended up looking like an idiot at his party.
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Tribute to my mother

                     For Mother

Your calloused hands waver in the bitter cold,
Under the blanket of soot coating them
And your ever smiling appearance betray your feelings of heartache of carrying the world upon your shoulders.

Tears well out of my eyes
As I realise words of gratitude have always failed me,
As they fail me now,
For it is a task to choose the perfect lot,
When none exist to do you well.

The cold no longer matters,
When your warmth fills my heart
For you are my sunshine
Radiating hope into my secluded darkness.

Mother, I now know that you know,
If and when a leaf falls,
The tree stands strong,
Even in winter
And then,
When all is thought to be lost,
Blossoms bloom the very next season.

Aakifah Mahomed

Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 21 June 2014
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