ruled

part 4

Ymke lies on the ground heavily breathing.  she's moaning loud and sweat drips down her tiny red face.  She screams and wraps her arms around her stomach.  "help me!" she begs.  I look at her symptoms.  I've seen this before.  on a tv show about our history. the people who lived in the time before us weren't able to give the exact deliver date. that means they didn't had the time to prepare the delivery. because of that women had a lot of pain when they had to give birth. our hospital never made one single mistake like that. until now.

Ymke is going to give birth before her official deliver date. 

I clear my throat and try to get ymke's  attention.   her eyes look into mine and I say:  " you're about to give birth Ymke. stay calm" her face turns pale  "that's not possible.  my deliver date is December 28. it's December 10 now! the hospital nurses are always right Isabel!!" she yells. Ymke screams for help. a student runs to the nurse and says what I said. she runs towards us and kneels down next to Ymke.

"stay calm. the ambulance is on their way. your friend was right."

ymke sobs loud and covers her head between her fingers. I stroke her arm and whisper it's going to be alright. while I'm not sure. why would the hospital make a mistake?  

I turn around in the hope to see the ambulance guard.  instead of that I stare at our principle.  "Isabel. follow me."  she says disappointed.   "this is not the first time we meet up lately. you brake the rules all the time last weeks. I suggests you know why I'm here again." she says annoyed.   "I've now idea.. really miss! can I please go back and help Ymke " I beg.   she opens the door of her office and pushes me inside  "no. she will be alright. we need to talk." she sits down behind her desk. I take place in front of her.   "do you know Bea Willton?"  I nod.   "she came to see me earlier today.. why don't you just listen to the rules Isabel.  you are sorted on this school with a reason. you should be listening. so what's wrong with you?" she asks.   "what's wrong!  are you serious?!  my friend is just about to deliver and that stupid girl wants to teach me a lesson!  it's not 'my' fault the hospital made a stupid mistake! that's what's wrong!" I blurt out.

my principle nods her head disappointed.  "alright then.. please be careful with what you say Isabel. if you keep handling thinks like you do now,  they will find you." she says.  "I'll do my best." I say emotionless  "you need to cut your hair. it's getting too long."  she says.  I nod and walk towards the door. I'm about to open it when she stops me. "oh and Isabel," I look at her.  "congratulations with your  'pregnancy' "  she says sarcastic.   I look at my hand on my belly.   "thank you."  I say fast and run away.

does she know? does my principle know I'm not really pregnant? my stomach turns around by thinking of it, I feel like I'm about to puke.  my principle doesn't care about any of her students so she could just tell the ministry about my problem. if she does that I'm as good as death. they will punish me, or worse, expell me from our country,  so I have to do everything on my own. I'll have to find food, a roof above my head. everything you need to survive.

  my heart stars to beat very fast and I run towards the girls toilet.  In the reflection on the mirror I can see my face is whiter then usually.   then I feel really dizzy so I almost fall on the ground when a familiar voice calms me down.  it's Dale's.

he catches my sight and comes closer. he takes place next to me and I look at our reflection.  my principle is right.  I should cut my hair. it's too long for a girl on our school.

"your hair is beautiful. " he says.  I look at him.  "I think she knows it." I mutter while I twirle my hair between my fingers.  I know Dale understands what I mean. he always does. 

"that's not possible."  he says while he turns his head to me. 

.  "but she reacted. .so sarcastic when she congratulated me.."  I say

"it's okay. we will be fine"

I touch Dale's shoulder softly and then walk away.  something in me says there's something wrong but I ignore it. I just do my thing and go to my history class.

most of the time I can't concentrate myself. but when I'm in my history class I forget everything.  I love to listen to the stories my teacher tells about the people who lived centuries ago. they got to make their own choices all the time.. my fellow-students think that's extremely dangerous.  I find it interesting.