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The clock ran, and the bells rang. One of the girls in Deborah's circle said, "A few more minutes until break time."

Deborah replied, "Yeah, I can't wait till break time; there's something I'd like to discuss with you guys. "

"Uhmm. Debbie, be patient! Guys, before I forget! Have you heard that one of the female students in our grade is pregnant? (Unomasa, her friend, intervened.)

*Phew! I guess I shouldn't have told them anyway. They would probably inform everyone else in this manner. Such awful pals

The conversation among Deborah's friends about one of their friends' teen pregnancy continued as she muttered to herself.

"How on earth can she even be pregnant at this age?" -Tasha

"Yoh, ah! [showing extreme shock] Oshili Ne, it could never be me. -Rosalia

"Will she take tests at all? Imagine being so clear to everyone that you have begun having sex with them. Sies! We can't have her around. -Paulina

My friends make crude jokes with their lavatorial humor. I was really humiliated! How was I ever able to come out?

How was I supposed to explain to them what wounded me the most?

More importantly, how could I go about it without offending them?

They would likely reject me; why wouldn't they?

(*heavily sighs with relief*)

She thought, trying to push her thoughts away, reluctant to face the terrible truth of what she had done. "What fault-finding friends I have!" she thought.

The remainder of Deborah's break was spent attempting to stop thinking. Her pals finally waved to her. The name "Debbie Debbi" They called at the same time; they had begun talking about their weekend plans and planned to dress alike, or at least in clothing that coordinated in terms of color. The shorter, chattier Unomasa insisted that they all don matching black jackets, white Chuck Taylor sneakers, and hairstyles. However, Rosalia thought that wouldn't work out because they were planning to attend a foam party and the white shoes wouldn't look good. She kept her opinions to herself because she was more insecure and chubbier than her friends. She would never actually speak more than one sentence.

"Okay, the same outfit it is," was the reply.

Consider how out of place she would appear in a pair of high-waisted jeans with her friends, who all had leaner, more attractive bodies.

She has a thought. "Join them if you can't beat them."

Paulina was the more stylish and outgoing one; she would frequently suggest destinations to visit and clothing to wear. In comparison to the other girls, she was a little more well-liked.

Paulina would always move around with them.

The break soon ended, the bell rang, and we lined up in our various rows in the quad. Over two thousand students, perhaps 100 in each grade, sat there while we awaited the announcements. From A class through G class, there were rows.

We were divided into groups according to our CA grades in the system. Deborah belonged to the C group.

They insisted that our preferences for the subjects would determine it, but this was obviously false. Some of the less intelligent kids were in the D-G class. Only Afrikaans or biology classes had a sizable black and white student population, and even these students were chosen from a particular grade range, such as C-D. Because of the way the system was set up, you believed that your academic potential was only capable of earning C or D grades.

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