The story of a girl

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The bell rang, that how I finally knew I was allowed to leave the mines to go home for the night. I walked out of the mines looking like a zombie. I was extremely tired, and hungry. I had gotten only half a handful of rice today. I only made 54 Zimbabwe dollars (equivalent to 15 cents Canadian) but at least it was something. As I biked home I saw the boy sitting on the side of the road as I do every day. He looked about my age, he has black hair, and beautiful brown eyes. He looked up at me as I rode past and all I could see in his face was sadness and maybe a little bit of hope, I could tell he was starving and I knew exactly how that felt, so I stopped my bike and quickly ran over to where he sat and dropped 50 dollars into his hand, he looked up at me with wide eyes in disbelief and I could see the word “dankie” starting to form on his lips (which means thank you in Afrikaans) but I ran to my bike and began to pedal fiercely away before he could get the words out of his mouth. “What  did I just do?!?!” I kept asking myself over and over again. I knew that what I had done was forbidden and I had just gone against the government. “why did you do that Nya?”, “why don’t you know that could get you killed?”, “why wouldn’t you learn from your father’s mistakes?” I didn’t have any answers for these questions that kept buzzing in my mind but I knew how that boy felt; useless, starving, and guilty. I couldn’t bare to bike by him knowing he wasn’t okay. I would not. No I could not tell mama about this.

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Another short chapter i know but im starting to think all of the chapters in the story aren't going to be very long, im going to try to make them longer, let me know what you guys think, thanks

-Morgan