Surviving High School.

chap.72

"I don't understand why I have to stop going to school-" I can't believe my parents want me to quit school all because of a baby bump. "I don't care if you understand or not Yandisokuhle. The decision is final, you will stop attending school until all this blows over."  

I feel like I'm losing my mind! 

"Daddy please-" He looked so furious when he turned. "I will not repeat myself. MaZulu, ingane yakho izongibulala iskhathi sami singekafiki. (MaZulu your child will be the death of me.)" Ouch. "Can't I at least attend until I start showing? This won't blow over because as soon as the baby is here, she or he will have to have things like nappies and stuff and one way or another, the media will catch on." 

"And that's what you'd like isn't it?" I shook my head. "None of this is what I want-" MaZulu laughed "and yet here you are. A pregnant, unmarried teenager without a bloody matric certificate. Hell, you don't have your grade 11 final marks. Yeer! Yandisokuhle, ngaze ngavelelwa. (Jeez! Yandisokuhle, I can't believe what's going on right now.)" The tears came before I could stop them. 

Maybe it was a bad idea to come crashing into my parent's room directly from school. But, in my defense, I couldn't believe what Principal Jackson's office. The wait for Sandile was the absolute worst, it felt like he took his time in coming to fetch us. By the time we got home, I had reached my limit but I needed to talk to my parents. "I-I'm sor-rry...I...I didn't m-mean for any o-o-of this t-o happen." I let myself out and as I walked down the hallway to my room, it felt like I was doing the walk of shame. 

I dejectedly removed my uniform which seemed to weight heavily on my body. I threw myself onto my bed and wept. It must have not been more than 30 minutes in my crying session when my phone rang. Sleeping directly on your glasses is not the best thing to do and I reaped the consequences of that. I turned my phone off. Whomever it is, I could talk to tomorrow. 

I need to convince one of my older brothers to talk t my parents, I cannot, I will not drop my education. What will I be doing then if I don't go to school? I have no idea. Oh no! What if I'm sent straight to KZN? Ah! Ngeke ngikwazi Nkosiyami! (Oh God I can't!)" My phone rang for ten straight minutes before I grew angry. "What the hell do you want Ntando?" 

"I want us to talk." I can't believe what I am hearing. "Ye Ntando! What the fuck do you think this is? Some type of game where you can cum in me, get me knocked up and then run and come back whenever you see fit? Ungalinge unginyele yeva? (Don'tyou dare shit on me, do you understand?)" He went silent. "I can't talk to you when you are this angry, we will talk tomorrow." And he ended the call, just like that. 

In my state of anger, I threw my phone across the room. Sandile, Ntsika and Simphiwe came running in. "What's wrong with you guys?" They just stared at me dumbfoundedly. "I don't have all night, I need to do my homework." I could feel my face changing with my emotions. "We heard you scream and something crash." Ntsika spoke up. "It's nothing." I turned into my blankets and covered my entire body with the duvet. 

"Please turn the lights off when you walk out." I shouted from inside my blankets. "Yandisokuhle tell us if you need to speak with us." That sound's like Ntsika. "With all due respect Bhuti, talking won't changed what's happened." I heard them sigh simultaneously, these men spend too much time together. I heard the door knob twist and then click as they opened the door. One by one, they left my room, the last person to leave making sure to turn the lights off. 

I allowed myself to cry, vowing that it will be the last time I ever cry because of a boy or even a circumstance. Since I can't sleep, I figured, I might as well study and do my homework. If I can prove to my parents that I should continue to go to school, I doubt they will want me to drop school. With a new found determination, I got to working on my physics, mathematics and life science.