After running out of Miss Davis’ class, Linda has locked herself in a stall in the girls’ restroom. Crying her eyes out, she hears Khanya calling out for her.
LINDA: (sniffles) I’m in here.
Khanya softly pushes the door and slides in
KHANYA: Linda is it true? You had an abortion?
LINDA: (sniffling) Hush! Not so loud.
KHANYA: (whispering) Sorry. But did you?
LINDA: (nodding) Yes.
Linda proceeds to place her head between her thighs
LINDA: Who could do this to me?
KHANYA: (raising an eyebrow) Candice knew, right?
(Linda raises her head and gives Khanya a blank stare)
LINDA: (raising her head and looking at Khanya) You don’t think —
She cuts herself off before she can finish the thought.
LINDA: No, she wouldn’t. We’ve been friends since Pre-school. She’d never do that to me.
KHANYA: But think about it. No one else knew about it but Candice, and if you ask me, she had a personal vendetta against you after what you said about Tshepo.
LINDA: I mean, she was pretty upset. But she wouldn’t stoop this low.
KHANYA: No one else knew!
LINDA: Damn! You’re right. I can’t believe she would do this to me.
Linda wipes away her tears. Khanya nods in agreement. There is a kick at the door of the restroom stall.
MEAN GIRL 1: Open the damn door! Some of us are trying to use the toilet.
KHANYA: Hhayi voetsek! There are 6 more free stalls.
MEAN GIRL 1: I want this one!
She continues to bang on the door
LINDA: We’re busy.
MEAN GIRL 1: Are you comparing breast sizes or what? Fok man!
In irritation Linda roughly opens the door.
LINDA: What!?
MEAN GIRL 1: (smirks) Oh well, well, well. Girls look who it is. It’s the 3 musketeers — Oh 2. Where’s your other sidekick?
LINDA: Ugh! I should’ve known it was you. Leave us alone. I’m not in the mood for this nonsense.
MEAN GIRL 2: Is it because of pregnancy hormones? Oh wait, you don’t keep pregnancies. You terminate them.
LINDA: What did you say?
MEAN GIRL 1: You heard her. Murderer!
KHANYA: (rolls her eyes) Oh please! You two are the last people to talk.
Mean girl 1 grabs Khanya by her shirt collar. Linda steps in to stop the altercation from growing worse.
LINDA: Stop it! Khanya, leave this tramp alone.
MEAN GIRL 1: Me? A tramp? Take a look in the mirror, sweetheart. I’m not the one who killed an innocent baby.
MEAN GIRL 2: (chimes in) Do you even know who your baby daddy is?
LINDA: You don’t know half of what you’re talking about. By the way, it’s none of your business, not that you care. You’re the human live version of black Twitter.
MEAN GIRL 1 places her hand on her chest as if she’s offended
MEAN GIRL 1: (smirking) You’re lucky I like you. If it were someone else, I’d have slapped those dimples off your face.
The two mean girls, as if in sync, simultaneously turn and walk out of the restroom.
KHANYA: Sorry about that, Lindz. Those girls can be annoying.
LINDA: I can handle those girls.
Linda quickly realises that everyone at school got the link to that post, and tears start to fill her eyes again
LINDA: (sighs) My goodness Khanya! How am I going to handle this? I wish the world could swallow me whole right now.