the beginning

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Let's cut to the chase its not easy being the middle child , at times you just feel side lined and the black sheep of the family.

I used to find  comfort in reading and listening to music that soothed my soul  that was before I became friends with Amahle .She was so pretty and her hips were of a real Zulu maiden amabele ake amile ukukhombisa ukuthi usase yintombi nto. But her brother Nkosana was literally  every girls dream ,ooh where are my manners the name is Ntombizakhithi Ngwane , your average 17 year  old girl .

I'm not that pretty (so I  think), middle child from a family of three children, my father works at a law firm as a lawyer and my mother is your ordinary  housewife (kodwa sothini) grade 11 student , older sister moved out in varsity and my baby brother aka the only son is in 8th grade.

Anyways back to me , Amahle has tried multiple times to get me out of my comfort zone and telling me that my parents are cool and they would allow me to get away with a lot of things . How can I when I'm basically the disappointment , I mean I get  average marks I'm not as good looking as Sethu (my older sister) and I know that my parents are just waiting for me to finish school so that they can kick me out.

Amahle:Zakhithi you seriously  need to get out of that shell you are hiding in Sis
Me:how ?
Amahle:go out , live a little ,to be honest ever since we've been friends I have never heard ukuthi uyajola.💔🙄
Me : kanjani , when I have...(bumps unto something)ouch

Nkosi yam I bumped my big forehead on Nkosana's chest and I couldn't  face him due to the embarrassment.
Nkosana: awu ncese ntokazi
Me: urgh ,ubiza baningalowo doti?

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