A few weeks passed and Anitha's first day of school cane,she was very excited,but things however did not go as per her expectations.
Her new school was definitely not like her primary school in her local township.She found herself to be very lonely,it was hard for her to make new friends.This was not because there weren't any other learners to talk to but it was because of what her mother had drilled into her.The school was multi-racial with blacks,coloureds,indians, and whites.Christians,Muslims and non-believers also attended the school.Anitha found herself harbouring immense hatred for anyone who was not black may it be teachers ,staff workers or the students too.She found she could not associate well with the black children who were at the school with her because of her poor background.Ev3n though she remained dedicated to her school work she remained a lonely child.
Things would later take a new twist,when a boy in Anitha's class named of Luke noticed that she had no friends,he befriended her.
Luke descended from a long line of wealthy,powerful and influential men,he was unmistakably handsome,with blond hair,partially parted at the back and styled with get just to give it a tousled look,with dazzling ocean blue eyes that you could get lost in if you stared for too long,he had a pretty face and a kind smile.Anitha thought he was a rich,spoilt white boy from the suburbs,who probably could have everything he wanted.She didn't trust him at first especially after what her mother had told her about befriending white boys,and she tried to ignore him.One day their teacher had grouped everyone in pairs for an assignment and Luke was paired with Anitha.There was no option of running away from him now .They had to work together.
During the assignment,they talked very little.Nothing could change Anitha's mind,because she had the same perception about whites.Her mother's words would keep echoing in her ears.
"What would mama say if she found out I interacted with...with this white boy?"
To pacify her worries,she told herself that technically she had done nothing wrong,she vividly remembered her History teacher's ,teaching that in the new South Africa ,race doesn't count.That evening after the assignment,Anitha felt guilty going back home but she had to keep it confined within her,because a part of her still convinced her that nothing she did was wrong.
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crossing the boundary line.
Non-FictionAnitha,a bright student,hardworking and dedicated who was raised by her unemployed ,single mother who did not value reconciliation between black people and the whites. Anitha's mother indoctrinated her to have a negative attitude towards other races...
