The Girl Who Knew It

CHAPTER THREE: Drawing The Lines

Playlist: Carly Rae Jepson- Call me maybe

Dedicated to my padawan! -Pretty Mkhize!!!

"The brave don't live forever, but the cautious don't live at all."
   -Princess Diaries.

Calm and collected, was what i was at the moment. My two favourite states. Taking a long gulp from the ceramic flask my grandmother got me for Christmas. I sighed as the cool breeze engulfed my form.

Don't worry it was not alcohol. I was definitely not alcoholic. In actual fact I believed being slightly alcoholic was a sign of weakness.

It was crippling and set you back in this already destructive life.

I was just 'sippin' on a great protein shake from Cabana's. The reason I had poured it into a flask was just plain and simple.

I was just weird like that.

I loved the beach. It was one of the reason why I had asked, well literally begged my father to  attend the University Of Cape Town. They had the most beautiful landscapes and beaches in the planet!

Let's face it, Africa was beautiful!
There was nothing as breathtaking as the African sunset. Magnificently stretching across the horizon, enchanting the beach. Effortlessly creating magic!

You instantly fell in love with it at first glance. I knew I was! Nothing beats the sight before me.  Pure magic!

My father was a white Afrikaner man from South Africa,  whilst my mother was an African American. They had met on a business cruise ship since they are both over qualified Charted Accountants. My parents instantly fell in love. Or so they said to my ten year old self, when the time came for me to learn about the reproductive system of our kind.

To me it seemed like they had a few aspects in common. Both came from influential families, both selfish, both emotionally incapable and lastly both believed life was a series of thorough planning. At least that is how was was raised.

Don't get me wrong, I adored my parents. Something was just missing. A thing I couldn't quite grasp. The more I spent time with them, the more suffocated I became. I often felt anxious and mildly depressed.

I was the only heir to the Du Preez empire. My family beloved in having one or two offsprings per generation, to keep it clean. As so my grandfather put it when I had practically thrown a tantrum for not wanting to give me a sibling.

I don't have the slightest clue what 'keeping it clean' meant.

I was a privileged and presumptuous young lady. Born and bred on the Coast of the Kwa Zulu-Natal in South Africa.

My beautiful and chaotic nation and I was not ashamed of it!

It is immensely better to know and accept yourself than to have no identity at all. Just at the mercy of society. Allowing it to conform you as it pleases. I mean define yourself at least!

I nearly choked on my drink as my sight moved to the two figures rising from the waves. Both had surf boards in hand.

It was him! Surf  board in hand, easy smile pasted on his gorgeous face, rising like the God of the seas. He was laughing away st something his friend had said to him