LUYOLO MADLINGOZI
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I'm back at that shit place they called a PRIVATE SCHOOL.
After the Term 1 holidays, everyone is back at school.
"Good morning Mrs Smith," the class blares like a flock of sheep as our homeroom teacher stood in the front of the class. Her hair was stale and her lips in a straight line.
"I'm sure we all had a fantastic holiday, but now it's time to prepare our brains for term 2." she says in her annoying squeaky voice.
Term 2 is my least favorite term because it's all work work work, and if I wanted to keep my monthly allowance, I have to work extra hard to make sure I get straight 7's on my report card while keeping my position as captain of the rugby team and on top of that, I'm being initiated for head boy at my school which requires me at every SGB meeting, sport/school events, uniform inspections and the one I hated the most is community service at a townships.
All of this just to keep my families surname, held up high with pride.
Oh, it sucks being the grandson of a legendary musician and the son of a songwriter and actor.
"Luyolo," Mrs Smith says taking me out of my trance. "can you please go fetch the register for me in the staff room my skataballie." I hate it when she calls me that.
"Of course." I get up from my desk and I put my hands in the pockets of my blazer that's blessed with all sorts of scrolls.
Rugby, academic, art, drama, public speaking, fund raising, poetry, swimming, spelling b's, you name it and I point.
Which is probably why my blazer was different from the others, including the current head boy and head girl of the school.
Something bumps into me and textbooks drop at my feet. I bend down to pick them up.
"Sorry about that." a voice says in front me, helping me gather the books.
We stand up in sync and I lift my head, only meet a beautiful brownskinned girl with big light brown eyes and a cute nose. Her hair tied in a slick back with 2 hairpins on each side of her head.
I freeze when we make eye contact making me look like an idiot.
"Hi I'm Acuma," she says her name in a thick Xhosa accent, reminding me of my mother's. "Do you know where the office is? I'm new here and—." I drop the textbooks in her hand and she trembled at little.
"You're late, not the best way to make a first impression." I say sternly.
"Well traffic was bad and my hair wa—."
I cut her off.
"Save it for the principal." I say sliding my hand back into my blazer.
"I'd advise you wake up early if, well traffic is a problem." I say not caring how rude I sounded to her.
"Are you always this rude?"
"No, I just don't fuck with careless people," I shrug my shoulders. "follow me."
I walk past her and I lead her to the office.
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"Then guess what she did next boy," Siya says as I take a sip from my Cappy Juice.
I shrug my shoulders waiting to hear another one of his sexual experience with a random girl from school. "She put her feet on it boy!"
I almost choke on my juice.
"Toes on a dick. That's just wrong boy." I adjust the headsets around my neck
"It's called teasing, something you'll never know because you're afraid of having pussy."
"I'm afraid of getting STD's, that's the correct phrase my guy." I say giving him the rest of my juice.
"Whatever."
It's finally break time after 5 hours of being introduced to this terms cilibus and trying to ignore the new girl that's seated behind me in class. Siya and I are sitting by the fountain near the tuckshop, where everyone flocked for refreshing drinks and school snacks.
Siyabulela Mnisi is a tall, brown skinned that's built like a fucken giant. His parents spoil the fuck outta him, more than my parents dom
We've been friends since we were 3 years old, we instantly clicked while playing Lego in my old room.
Siya is obsessed with pussy and girls with phat asses, he couldn't go a day without talking to a girl and he somehow manages to get himself good grades not as good as mine though, while being a complete player and pervert.
"There she is," Siya say licking his lips.
"Ubani ngoku?"
- Who now?
"Lamntana boy! Yho she is packing!!" He says going crazy over a girl who I don't see anywhere.
- That child.
"And she's coming over to us, act cool."
My eyes catch the girl that bumped into me earlier, walking in our direction. I start realize that she's girl Siya is going on about.
"Luyolo right?" she says standing in front of me.
"And how can I help you?"
She's starting to piss me off. Following me like a piece of toilet paper stuck in my ass.
"I believe that is my juice in your friends hand, and I would like to have it back or I'm going to report you to Mrs Smith for taking something that doesn't belong to you." She cocks her head and smiles with her hands behind her back.
I look at Siya and we both laughed at how powerful she thought she was after saying that.
"Yho boy, she thought she ate neh?" Siya says giving me the can.
Our laughs slow faded and still standing in front of us was an annoying bitch that needed attention.
"Look, you don't want to mess with me girly." I say with a stern face.
"Look at the bottom of the can then say that to me again," I bring the can above my eyes and it was written "Cuma<3."
"And here," she brings her hands in front of her body, holding up the same can that was in my hand. "is your Cappy fruit juice. Now are you going to buy me a new one or should I make my way to the staff room?"
She gives me that physicopath smile again.
I clench the fist on my thigh and I try contain my anger.
"You can keep it."
"Oh certainly not. I demand you buy me another Cappy Juice Mr, MADLINGOZI."
She's only been here for 5 hours and she's already actually like boss.
I like it
I ignore what I just said and I continue with my rival against Acuma.
Who does she think she is? The principal's daughter? I think the fuck not.
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