Its almost the June examination and I'm frankly nervous. I haven't been able to go to school in a long time but my "man" has been helping me study. I always, always feel guilty when I call Libra my man.
We've moved out of our 3-roomed mansion, on a hill, looking over to the whole town. We are now renting a not so bad house in the middle of town. The town is not so big but yooh it reminds me of my mothers home town. Mthatha, in the eastern cape. It is so dangerous and our "new home" is in the middle of neighbourhood which two of the biggest gangs in South Africa are fighting for.
I leave Angela at home as I rush to the "groove" (party) across the street. Its 10 pm right now and my mother knows I attend these things so I'm good. As I rush to the loud club, I text Libra and tell him to tag along."Babe, hamba uyo funda." Translation: "Babe, go and study."
All I do is make sure that the message he sent shows "seen" on his side because I have no energy for that right now. He calls. Mxm. "Babe, this is for the good of both of us and Angi. Why don't you see that? I want an independent woman who can stand for me and herself together with her child. I want my wife........bla,bla,bla." He always says this to make me feel bad. Not this time.
Tomorrow is my maths exams but I feel like I know everything. I have my teacher who already showed me the memo. Studying is for everyone else . Not me. I drop the call and run to the club. I party until 4 o'clock in the morning and I don't remember what happened at all. Something is off about today. My legs lags scares and pieces off glass are in my hair. Theres blood coming out of my mouth and I just feel so drained.
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The Script
Ficção Adolescentethis is a poem based on a story that is yet to be published in due time called "The Script" . It is about a 19-year old grl who is repeating matriculant at a former model-C school and is faced with a number of challenges from fake friends, to enemie...
