it's a sunny day, and the air is as fresh as the fruits on my yard. the sun shining on my skin like a shiny glass. and the heat strikes all over my body, feeling the burning sensation went close to a tree, where there is a bit of shade. And yet though its morning here I am sweating from the heat. personality wise I'm actually to hot headed; confidence is always seen the moment I enter a room; the atmosphere changes and all eyes are on me. yet confidence is never enough in this cruel world.
I have always believed that life has its own way of putting you in a sticky situation. which is the exact same situation that I always find myself in one way or another. And everywhere I go it seems like trouble has its way of finding me. just as I was waiting in the shade, I was admiring the beauty of nature around me when I suddenly saw a pink book. I opened it and found some juicy stuff and its people's secret at school. including secrets of my own, that's when I needed to find the owner of this diary as soon as possible.
"Zandile!" she shouted and my eyes wondering looking for the person who called my name. "Zandile!" she shouted again, I turned and there she was running towards me, wearing a long skirt with her cute face and natural afro hair. when she reached where I was, she was already breathing heavily, " girl I have been looking for you everywhere but luckily, I've found you." she said and sat down staring at me. " What? what are you looking at?" I asked hands shaking in fear that she might know what is actually in my mind. " Just never thought you were the diary writer type of a girl, not that I am judging but diaries are usually for depressed people." she said looking deep into my eyes and I held on to the book like my life depended on it, just to make sure she does not try to snatch it. " Whatever precious it's not even a diary anyways its none of your business." the school bell rang and we both ran back to class and just like that it saved me from making a huge fuss about what had happened.
later on, class started and our teacher arrived and she came back with my enemy Ayanda. she was bruised and was bandaged all over her wrists and legs, we were all scared in class. she asked one of the students to give Ayanda her bag and then escorted her to the gate. we were all staring through the window wondering what happened. through the window we saw her hugging the teacher and then kneeled and begged her. my classmates had so many questions like what had happened to her and if our teacher might be responsible for her condition, scared of her the moment she came back the class became silent. she gave us some activities to do and since I had my own things I decided to go through the diary. As I opened it, my jaw
So yeah where was I uhm yeah big foot we went out on a date and I was soo hungry and instead of buying me a lovely meal guess what he bought me amanqina [ chicken feet] after spending the whole entire day hungry with him just to eat that na and also even I make them better than he did so he was the worst i cried back home like a dramatic Lil baby and wrote a sad poem of lies and left it on my desk on purpose the next day so that they can tease this guy of what he did to me but instead they were clapping hands for him ugh the way I was pissed I wanted to squash his face yet already being a lunch bar suits him better than it seems so I just told myself nah he ain't worth it .