I stood there in silence, I didn’t know what to do. I began to rub my eyes and pinched myself to see if I was awake. To me it seemed like a horrible dream. I couldn’t hold myself together, I just burst into tears. How could she do this to me? I know I like to share because I believe that sharing is caring, but I don’t share my boyfriend.

I made a sound, cleared my throat for them to see that I saw what were they doing. I could see the shock on their faces; it was hard to even utter even a single word. I ran to the changing room, I locked myself there and cried until my lungs were out. After I cried I collected myself, washed my face, put on makeup and wore my beautiful smile. I told myself that I wouldn’t let anything ruin this special day. I would sort out everything the following day.

I went back to the hall to join everyone. To be honest I expected more from her, I never thought she could stab me in the back like that.

Two years ago I had a relationship with Luthando. Last year Isabel told me to break up with him; all the reasons she gave me made sense.

I was stunned to catch Avon and her kissing. I was happy with Avon, a boyfriend that she chose for me. If love is blind, I believe that friendship is also blind. I loved her too much to not even see that she was fooling me.

She was my favourite human being; I loved her the most. I trusted her with my life but since the matric ball everything changed. She opened a wound that would never heal. I realised that Luthando was the right man for me, not Avon, but what could I do, I’d messed things up. I broke his heart. How stupid could I be?

Now it was hard to trust anyone except for my inner voice. I made a vow to myself that whether my choices were good or bad, I’d carry on doing them and in the end they would shape me.

The following day, after the matric ball, Isabel and I were like strangers, we didn’t greet or sit together anymore. When she was around it would be awkward, it was hard for her to look me in the eyes. I think she was afraid of what I would have said.

We wrote the trial exams, in September, and on the last day of school we went to Zintle’s house, there was a pens down party. Isabel offered me some juice since I don’t drink alcohol and I didn’t want to be impolite so I took it.

The last thing I remember doing was drinking the juice and I woke up around 8am on Monday. I immediately checked my phone; it had eight missed calls from my dad, mom and Mrs Smith, my English teacher. I started to sweat and was afraid of thinking that I’d missed the school’s spelling bee competition and it was my first time sleeping out.

I called Mrs Smith first. She told me that the competition was postponed to Tuesday. My parents told me that Isabel told them that I’d be sleeping over and they were just checking on their angel. I sighed and made my way to shower and then made breakfast for Zintle and me.

November was nearly over and Tuesday we were to write our last paper. Since I loved to chill with everyone I went to grab lunch at McDonalds with Zintle, we took pictures and selfies. McDonalds was Luthando’s favourite place, being there just brought back all the memories. I was miles away; remembering the way we used to be, laughing and cracking jokes.

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