Dia
Looking up at the clock on the wall in front of me for the fifth time. The clock keeps ticking at a slow past and time does not seem to be passing by.
Zak puts his hand up, blocking me from seeing the time.
"Yes Mr. Harandas," ma'am speaks from her desk, in her hands are a few pieces of white A4 paper.
"What will be in the Afrikaans cycle test?" Zak asks, our cycle test is in a weeks and two days' time. He could have asked the Monday just before and crammed the night before- like everyone else does.
Mr. perfect must want to study beforehand to make sure he can score his perfect A.
"Kreatiewe skryfwerk" Ma'am answers in Afrikaans. (Creative writing).
"Dit is die dialoog en bedankingsnota," ma'am clarifies the sections in Afrikaans. (It is the dialogue and resignation note)
"Dankie Juffrou," Zak replies, he starts writing what ma'am had said down in his diary. (Thank you, teacher). I wish the bedankingsnota was not a resignation note but rather a thanking note. I have the formula and a few small sentences memorized to do it in an exam or test, but the resignation note... I will have to learn it. I will probably cram the night before like I always do.
"Maak ek die badkamer toe gaan?" I ask, standing up. (Can I go to the bathroom). Ma'am nods at me.
I make my way towards the exit of the room. Zak gets on my nerves. How can he be so good at sports, cultural activities, and academics? I might sound a little bitter and sound mad jealous, but he is either a polymath or a robot. How does he find time during the day to do sports, and cultural activities and still get A's for school?
I could also dislike him because his family owns the other half of the city, my father owns the other half. Zak and his family make my family look bad because of how much charity they do.
I make a turn down the corridor, the corridor has red bricks as the walls and white-yellowish tiles for the floor. The lockers are a new fresh coat of white which is yet to get dirty later in the year.