Saved by the Bell
The home-time bell is ringing, accompanied by the slamming of desks and scraping of chairs. ”Saved by the bell!” someone shouts out.
“Another English idiom!’’ says the girl next to me. ‘’Haven’t we had enough for one day!’’
Loud laughter and jeering from the back of the classroom followed by, “Hey Zoe, how about this one: ‘new brooms sweep clean?’”
The comment is aimed at me, the new girl, Zoe Mkize. I cringe and try to look scarce, but the laughter behind my back is hurtful. Trying to fit into a new school is not easy.
Miss Brown, the English teacher, bangs her fist on her desk to get some order back in the classroom. No-one even listens. The boys in the back row are on a roll. The next victim of their rude jokes is Robert. A quiet boy; not very bright, it seems.
“What about this one, Robert: ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover. Let’s see the cover of your book before you pack your bags.’’
I feel so embarrassed for Robert. He doesn’t have a cover on his book.
Loud laughter follows Robert as he leaves the classroom.
It’s time for me to duck out of the room. I’m looking around for an easy escape when Nomi, who sits next to me, says, “Hey, don’t listen to them! They might have book covers, but there’s nothing in between! You can’t judge a book like that!’’
I laugh softly and agree with her.
‘’Let’s get out of here. I’ve had it with English idioms. They’re idiotic, don’t you think!”
“Class dismissed,’’ says Mrs Brown.
No-one pays any attention; they’ve already dismissed themselves, pushing and shoving their way out of the door into the corridor. It’s a mad scramble to get outside and find the best benches in the playground.
I shudder. This is so different from St Elizabeth’s, the girls’ private school I used to go to.
That was before the argument with my mother… I can still hear myself shouting at her down the passage: ‘’Don’t tell me what to do!’ You are never here when I need you, so why should I listen to you!’’
‘’Well, you don’t need to listen to me for a while; I am going to Mauritius with Stephan,” my mom had said. “And you can go to Gogo!’’
Ouch! That still hurts.
I never thought Mom would go ahead. But later that night I heard her on the phone to Gogo. Before I knew what was happening my bags were packed and I was dumped on the bus to Gogo’s house.
Now I am trying to find my way around a new school, trying to make new friends.
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