Bad ➰Michael Jackson

Part 14

                               Part 14

Following the 'incident' or as she's taken to calling it, Shaka immediately picks the phone up and calls back the number. To her displeasure it doesn't even ring, the line fails and starts making that sound to let her know it was busy.

She screws her face up and slams it back on the hook, cursing. She puts her hands on her head and takes a deep breath. Before thinking the worst she tells herself not to spazz out; assuming things could be deadly.

Somewhat under control she finishes taking off her jacket and tosses it on the floor, falling into bed after. She can't help but groan loudly, so loud in fact that her mother comes into her room a minute later.

"Maxay ahayd oo dhan qayladii ku, wax walba okay?" What was all that noise about, everything okay?

She stays in her position with her head turned away and her eyes closed. "Haa mama, kaamil ah."  She mumbles. Yes mama, perfect.

"Ka dibna waxa up ahaa in qaylo I maqlay?" Then what was that screaming I heard?

Shaka breathes out and stays silent, choosing not to answer. A hand smacks the back of her leg: hard but not enough to hurt.

"Shaka." Her mother warns.

She sighs. "Ma, I wasn't doing anything. I'm just ready to go to bed." She complains, giving her a not so subtle hint.

"Waxa I kuu sheegi ah oo just saabsan hadalka ii in lahjadda in been abuur ah?" What I tell you about talking to me in that fake accent? 

She scrunches her face up involuntarily and contemplates on ignoring her once more.

"Xumahay, I lahaa maalin dheer." Sorry, I've had a long day.

She didn't have a death wish.

There's a moment of silence and then a tired sigh. " Aad marnaba doonayn inay ka hadlaan habeen wanaagsan."

Her mother leaves her room shutting the door behind her and flipping off the light. As she tries to go to sleep, her mothers words ring through her mind, causing her to flush guiltily.

You never want to talk anymore. Goodnight.

~

With no fault of her own Shaka doesn't talk to Arnold or Max at all the rest of the weekend, isolating herself inside her room her flavor of choice. So when Monday comes along, she walks through the hallways by herself; an uncommon occurrence as her friends were usually always with her.

It kinda hits her as she walks with the crowd of students into the lunch room, bumping into a sophomore who mugs her. She responds by returning the look.

She ends up finding an empty table in the corner of the lunchroom, dropping her bag on the table and sinking into the chair. She pulls out the book that she's been working through and proceeds to read.

A tray slamming on the table makes her look up, face twisting in annoyance.

Arnold smirks at her. "Why, it's little miss Island Princess. You finally left that tower of yours huh, how it feel?" He slides into the seat next to her and picks up his red apple, taking a big bite.