The Drama Continues (Part 15)

My heart stopped beating.

“Uh th-that’s not such a good idea, Phoenexia,” I stammered, hurriedly trying to shut the door again. But Phoenexia had placed her boot between the door and the frame and I knew that it was too late to do anything. She pushed me aside and casually walked into my home like she owned it.

“Where’s Iola?” she asked, sending me an icy stare. I looked around uneasily.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time, idiot. WHERE. IS. IOLA?” she asked, her eyes were fixated on mine and I could feel my palms getting sweaty. She slowly drew an object from her black leather jacket and I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw what it was.

WHERE THE HECK DID SHE GET A GUN FROM?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

“Uh, I-I uh I really don’t think that’s necessary, why don’t y-you have some nice coffee w-with us and uh w-we-well we can talk about this nicely you know like human beings you know why don’t we put those d-dangerous objects like the one you’re holding s-somewhere far away like a lake or something or m-maybe bury it-” my nervous babbling was abruptly cut off by Phoenexia’s nose in my face. She had me pressed up against the wall with her gun pointed to my chest.

“Do you want to live, Schitin?” she asked. I gulped. It was at that unfortunate moment that Iola chose to laugh extremely loudly. I groaned. Phoenexia smiled and let me go, then walked over to the kitchen area, grabbed Iola by her hair and dragged her out through the front door, but not before she turned to give me a deathly stare once more.

“Call the cops, Sky. I dare you.” she muttered. She shoved Iola into a car that looked eerily familiar and then sped off down the road at lightning speed. I heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching and saw Xycobra coming down the road towards me.

“You okay, Sky?” he asked, his eyes full of concern.

“Iola, Phoenexia, gun, they’re gone,” I managed to blurt out. Tears were pouring out of my eyes and my body was trembling severely.

“I know. You better get inside again and lock up. I’ll go get Iola. Go on,” he said. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

“I’m coming with you,” I said suddenly.

“What?! NO, NO YOU’RE NOT. INSIDE, NOW!” he ordered, but I stood there staring at him stubbornly. (I wanted to stomp my feet too but I didn’t think it was the right time)

“It’s dangerous! No way Sky, go inside! Hey! Wh-what are you doing? Why are you climbing on my bike-NO! Geroff! SKY!”

“Move already, will you?” I said after I had climbed onto the bike. He sighed and shook his head, then reluctantly shoved his helmet on my head.

“Ow.” I mumbled.

I’m afraid of bikes. I don’t know why I did that. I feel extremely stupid. Darn.

We trailed the car that Phoenexia had taken off in for about ten minutes when I suddenly had a flashback and I realised why her car had seemed so familiar.

It was the same black BMW with tinted windows that I had seen speeding off the day Xycobra had gotten shot.

Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 15 December 2015


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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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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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Bad report card, Bad Day (Part 7)

Really? Just 2 A’s? REALLY?! I AM A STRAIGHT A STUDENT!!! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!

My dad said that I should stop being so violent in school (You know. How I keep attacking Xycobra and…people) and then maybe I would get better grades. He then said that 57% in Math was a disgrace to the family (You know how Indian people are. “You are not going to become a doctor with this type of marks!”)

And then came the lecture. Oooh and my favourite part, finding things to blame.

“It’s that phone, I’m telling you it’s that phone!” my mom was yelling above her lungs, bashing the table with her fist.

“No, it’s the TV! It’s that blasted TV!” my dad was screaming even louder, waving his hands frantically in the air, addressing some unknown spirit.

EVERYTHING IS THE TV’S FAULT.

I get bad grades, it’s the TV. I’m too tired at school, it’s the TV. I can’t wake up in the morning, it’s the TV.

I’m fat, it’s obviously the TV.

I sighed. School was pretty rough the next day, looking at my exam papers and realising how well I could have done.

I walked towards Uncle Sipho’s taxi home time, and to my surprise found Xycobra sitting inside.

“What are you doing here?” I asked suspiciously, waiting for him to make one of his usual jokes. I needed cheering up.

“Why must you know everything, inquisitive, much?” he said scornfully, giving me a spiteful look.

“Whoa, someone’s in a bad mood,” I said, taking a seat right at the back at my window. My place. Just then Iola hopped on to the taxi and took a seat next to Xycobra, gushing about the new highlights she got that very day. Yes, that very day! Could you believe it? Yes, actually. I notice “fake” from ten miles away. 

What was going on!!! This was MY transport! Darn invaders!

She then walked (I don’t know if that was a walk, okay. It’s that walk that models do on the catwalk. When they’re drunk.) over to me and told me that I was sitting in her place. Gosh, the nerve.

I rolled my eyes (Don’t judge me, I had a right to do it this time!) and ignored her. Big mistake.

“You deaf, Indian B****?” she screamed, and then lifted me off my seat by my hair. My hair! OH NO SHE DI’NT!

I immediately took hold of her hair too and tugged, screaming insults in Hindi and Afrikaans at her.

“I just got highlights today! Let go!” she screamed.

“You let go!” I roared on top of my voice.

“NO YOU!”

“NO YOU!”

“NO SHUT THE HELL UP!” Xycobra’s voice boomed across the taxi as he made his way to us and separated us. I hung my head in shame. Violence was never the way to deal with these things, no matter how many times I’d did it before. Iola then tripped over her school bag and fell on top of me. Uncle Sipho chose that moment to become alarmed, started the taxi and accelerated so hard, my head fell out of the window.

“Aaaaaah Iola #$%!* get off me there’s other cars on the road!” I shouted, wind whipping in my face.

“I’m stuck! I’m stuck oh God I’m stuck!” she yelled, trying to free herself from me.

“My nails, Oh God my nails! My hair! My highlights!” she continued to yell. I growled. Yes, I growled. Don’t ask why, or how, I don’t know myself. All I know is that my head was out of the window and I could see Xycobra staring at us.

“Xycobra, help!” I pleaded, sugar coating my voice and adding honey for good measure. But Xycobra was smiling. Laughing, actually. For the first time that day.

“Aww, wittle Sky baby needs my help. Should I help the baby?” he asked, pouting his lips again. I began growling fiercely again, using my hands to lash out at the air behind me, searching for Xycobra’s face. But he contined laughing.

ANNOYING CREEP!!!

10 minutes later

Uncle Sipho is a lifesaver. I got off the taxi at my house and turned around to find Iola in tears.

“You’ve ruined my hair and nails! You ALWAYS ruin EVERYTHING!” she sobbed, mascara dripping down her cheeks. She looked like a wet raccoon.

“I’ll pay for-” I began.

“NO! You will do NOTHING! You will LEAVE my school and never return, ok? You ruin EVERYTHING, I HATE YOU! You even ruined my plan with Krayden’s drink…” she stopped as soon as she’d realised what she had said and covered her mouth with her still perfectly manicured hand. My mouth dropped open. To the floor. Maybe even lower.

Wait, what? WHAT!!!

Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 22 July 2014


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A Damper to my spirit (Part 6)

I DON’T CARE ABOUT A WOMAN IN AN ELEVATOR WHO STARTED HYPERVENTILATING WHEN SHE STOOD ON A SCALE INSIDE IT AND NOTICED THAT SHE GOT HEAVIER WHEN THE LIFT ACCELERATED UPWARDS!!!

Those were some of my thoughts as I finished writing my Physics paper last week. Why would you take a scale in an elevator anyway…Just, WHY?!

I walked down the school staircase in a fit of annoyance when I bumped into my Physics teacher.

“How was the paper?” he smiled.

“Oh, great! Just GREAT!” I lied, through my teeth and the spinach I was sure was still embedded between them from lunch.

Just then, Xycobra appeared at my side. Great, the last person I wanted to see.

“Hello, Nerd. I’m guessing you aced that paper, huh?” he smirked. I rolled my eyes. (I know. I’m becoming very predictable. In my defence…actually, I have no defence. Forget that)

“Sure,” I said, pretending to be bored. Although I could not help but admire his new sneakers and, was that a new hairstyle I saw? He walked with me through the school gates, past the group of swooning girls blushing and giggling at his presence. He waved at them and shot them a full on aren’t-I-the-hottest-guy-alive smile. I cannot believe it. I managed to not roll my eyes. Right now, there is an imaginary audience applauding my efforts. Uh, thank you, thank you very much!

I stopped just before hopping onto Uncle Sipho’s taxi. I was waiting for the usual drama that happens just at that time, and I was not disappointed. Iola appeared with two of her newest cronies; Atria and Gravity. I frowned.

“Hi!” I waved to her. She shot me a wicked smile then walked towards me. I was so sure I heard a dreadful organ tune playing in the background, along with a silhouette of lightning behind her. I pictured a cape billowing behind her in the howling wind, walking in slow motion. Xycobra slapped my arm and I was brought back to reality.

“Hi Xycobra,” she gushed, flipping her hair. It backfired. The lock that she was trying desperately to flip around got stuck to her lip-gloss. Embarrassing. She quickly got herself together and threw me a dirty look. “What are you doing with him?” she spat.

“Since when do you own him?” I asked.

“What, is he like your boyfriend now?” she asked, jealousy etched on every feature of her face.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” I said defensively.

“I thought so. He would never fall for something as trashy as you, anyway. Am I right, Xy?” she smiled at him, batting her eyelashes. I sighed. My temper was rising and sooner or later I was sure to be pouncing on her.

“Enough, Iola. Leave Sky alone,” Xycobra muttered. Iola was taken aback. She flicked her hair back in disgust and walked away, her two cronies following suit. My heart was suddenly warming up to Xycobra. Why was he always defending me? It felt good, though, to have someone by your side and help you stand up for yourself. I felt bad for once beating him up.

“Thanks,” I said, REALLY really softly. Xycobra smirked.

“What was that,”? he asked, putting his hand to his ear.

“I said thanks,” I mumbled softly.

“What?” he repeated, pretending to be dumb.

“I SAID THANK YOU! WHAT ARE YOU, DEAF?!” I yelled. He smirked again, and it was annoying me so much I was battling with my arm, which had a sudden urge to slap that grin right off that flawless face.

“Oooh,” he purred, leaning against the taxi. “Someone’s getting a little feisty, I like it,” he smiled.

“Is it, perhaps, that someone has a weetle crush on me?” he said, curving his lips into a pout and batting his eyelashes in a mocking fashion. I grimaced.

“Stop, please, you’re triggering my gag reflexes,” I said, hopping on to the taxi. (At last. Uncle Sipho didn’t even seem annoyed. He was enjoying the show, the weirdo.)

Xycobra was giggling himself sick.

“Awwww really? You sure?” he asked, trying to shoot me a wink but failing because he fell to the floor in a fit of hysteria. Uncle Sipho was stifling a fit of laughter himself and it was bringing out my hot temper. He noticed and immediately fired up the engine.

“SHUT THE HELL UP!” I screamed out of the window, trying to grab at Xycobra’s shirt and rip his organs out. (Uncle Sipho locked the door for fear of me running to beat Xycobra up. Again.) But he continued to laugh, even more so at how angry I was becoming.

The taxi took off. Uncle Sipho was suddenly alarmed and afraid of being alone with me in that temper.

“I HATE YOU! I’M GOING TO BEAT YOU UP SO BAD ON MONDAY! YOU HEAR ME? MONDAY!” I shouted out of the window, making Uncle Sipho accelerate even faster.

Why was I getting so annoyed by him, though?

 

Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 29 June 2014


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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.

WHO WOULD DO SOMETHING THAT NASTY AND DANGEROUS??!!
Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 9 June 2014


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