Phiwokuhle's POV
After the phone call I lay on my back and just stare at the ceiling. My ceiling is one of those old fashioned ones, they call it the popcorn ceiling. I just feel like getting a ladder and scrape of this ugly thing cause it's annoying to look at. My dad renovated the house and extended it, hence the upstairs and an office but he chose to ignore the ceiling instead he added more cause he liked it.
Now looking at it I don't, I hate it. I hate this house and i hate everything in it excluding my siblings, mom and clothes of course but I hate it. I always wished that I had a different life. My family wasn't my family and i hadn't gone through what I've been through. They usually say having friends is the world's way of apologizing for our messed up families but my friends don't stick around.
I wish I had a friend I could rely on. Maybe just maybe who knows I would be a tad bit normal. Everyone wishes for normalcy in their lives and everytime I wish something of the opposite happens. I hope that this friendship between Kwenzo and i will last because to be honest his the longest friend I have had since I've started high school. I know criminal offensive side eye but people can't tolerate me and the feelings mutual.
My phone buzzes and it's a text from Omphemetse.
Omphemetse: Hey love>3. It's me Opmhe...the girl from the taxi.
Me: Sounds familiar but it doesn't ring a bell in my head.
Omphemetse: Oh please it is familiar.
Me: 😂. Ngiyadlala how are you? (I'm joking.)
Omphemetse: I'm okay I'm just tired. But I'm excited for the long weekend.
Me: Me too. No dealing with school or people from the taxi.Omphemetse: Is that your way of dissing me?
Me: I don't know, maybe maybe not😊.
Omphemetse: You really are unique.
Me: Finally somebody used a proper term to describe me.
Omphemetse: LMAO😭
Me: I swear people say I'm a problem kanti no I'm just a unique child.
Omphemetse: But you kind of seem like a problem.
Me: Nope. I'm a good person.Omphemetse: I want to plan this in advance... When the exams are over can we hang out just as a way of celebrating.
Me: Yeah we can. Maybe I bring my acquaintances and you bring your friends.
Omphemetse: As for acquaintances yena😭😂
Me: There is a fine line between the two.
Omphemetse: Noted.My conversation is interrupted by Phiwokwakhe coming in my room and plopping himself right next to me.
Me: I'll catch you later.
Omphemetse: Cool.I put my phone away and focus my attention on him. I pray his not here to annoy me or ask me questions on how I'm doing cause I'm not in the mood. I might even beat him up for asking if I'm okay. But the universe has never been on my side because he does the opposite of what i was praying for.
"How are you?" he asks. I'll just take it as him asking me in a chilled way not in that way. "Ngiyaphila wena." I answer. "I'm good. I'm not asking in a chilled way." "And I'm not answering in a chilled way." He sighs. "I'm asking about the whole ordeal from yesterday." "I'm okay Phiwokwakhe. What must I do, climb on top of the roof and shout I'm okay?"
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