{MOM ALONE IN THE TABLE, IN THE MORNING. PAUL DISCOVERS A SECRET ABOUT HIS SICK MOM, AND DEMAND ANSWERS FROM HIS MOTHER.}
Miss Pale : He's growing up too fast, God please bless my son and help him achieve his goals before I pass away, for I'm very sick.
Paul : What?
Miss Pale : Paul. How long have you been standing there?
Paul : As long as I could to hear you saying that you are sick. {TEARS FALLING ON HIS FACE.}
Miss Pale : I'm sorry you had to hear that.
Paul : How long?
Miss Pale : What?
Paul : How long have you been sick?
Miss Pale : Ever since you were born.
Paul : So this means I'm th....
Miss Pale : No. It's not your reason I'm sick.
Paul : It is. If I was never born you wouldn't be sick.
Miss Pale : Don't say that.
Paul : Why? We both know that's true.
Miss Pale : No. It's not.
Paul : {RUNS AND LOCK HIMSELF IN HIS BEDROOM.}
Miss Pale : {LOOK AT THE TABLE AS SHE CRIES.}
Mr Khumalo : {RUSHES IN.} What's going on here?
Miss Pale : I failed my son.
Mr Khumalo : Don't talk like that. Where's Paul?
Miss Pale : In his bedroom, I guess.
Mr Khumalo : {GO TO PAUL, AND KNOCK AT HIS DOOR.} Hey Paul. It's me, Mr Khumalo. Please open the door.
Paul : Go away.
Mr Khumalo : You can't lock yourself forever. You gonna have to come out of there sooner or later, and you will have to talk to your mother about what's upsetting.
Paul : There's nothing to talk about.
Mr Khumalo : That's just your mind playing games. There is a lot to talk about and a lot to be fixed.
Paul : {KEEP QUITE.}
Mr Khumalo : Open the door, so that we can talk. And you still have to go to school.
Paul : I'm not opening this door and there's nowhere I'm going.
Miss Pale : I destroyed my child's future.
Mr Khumalo : You can't blame yourself for that.
Miss Pale : I did.
Mr Khumalo : Paul. Remember what you promised Sindi last night. You said you will see her at school today. Do you really want to disappoint her.
Paul : I'm so sorry Sindi. {SPEAKING TO HIMSELF.} She will understand. {HE SHOUT.}
Mr Khumalo : But she will still be disappointed.
Paul : My word is final, I'm not going anywhere.
Mr Khumalo : Let's just give him some space. I'm sure he will cool down. I have to go to work, before it's too late.
Miss Pale : But...
Mr Khumalo : Please give him some time. He'll come around when he's processing everything.
{9:01 IN MR KHUMALO'S CLASS.}
Mr Khumalo : Morning class.
Learners : Good morning Sir.
YOU ARE READING
THE VILLAGE BOY.
Teen FictionIn a small village far from the city. There lived a young boy, who was born in a poor family. He focused all his energy in his studies. He always told himself that he want to wash his mother's poverty. And give her a better lifestyle. Every morning...
