s told her as he loaded his brown leather backpack wi

. Her hair was done in an afro. It was rather untidy which meant she had not taken her morning shower yet. Sineas, on the other hand, was wearing a bla

me-schooling,’ he pointed out. Eleven ye

cob said? You need human interac

ctor Jacob is just a money-hungry quack

ed to see. She looked very tired. Now a waitress at the local café, Coffee Kings, two blocks

You’re still mad at him because he gave the report

to learn about stuff I already know about. That’s basically what school is; the greatest scam of all time. You go there to learn things you already knew but just

ared concernedly at him, their eyes the same level. He had grown quite a lot over the past eleven years. ‘It’s not your grades that

eached for a red lunchbox on t

hool. As he lazily looked out the window he could see old white people taking their usual morning jogs and w

distract him from the approaching terrors that he imagined were going to welcome him at the school. As soon as the traffic lights turned green, the cabdriver swerved t

so many of them. Trying to find a black person in Malrich was like trying to find the letter “I” in the word “never”. He sighed for probably the hundredth time as he stared blankly out the window. Green. The car made a left turn and it sped off again. Silence had reigned between him and his aunt along the journey. She had finally decided to wash her fac

ing look on his face. ‘Don't worry; you’

le

grade twelve, h

le

ently, ‘Come on,

to be busy, rubbing his foref

uld be fine. Jus

y bad idea because I think I’ve sa

tures. They need interaction, laug

en that kid fell off his bike and laughed twice as hard when he cursed me for it. An

ople? Make friends?’ She hoped

e a fr

out of t

llege next year, can’t I just get home-sc

ege has an even more complex atmosphere than high sc

roof of the car. He directed his face towards her. ‘Can

ly two of us

river’s o

m. He just made another grunt and pres

oday, you’re going to love

if I

ll love it

not spot a single black student anywhere. Around the path for what seemed like miles were a well trimmed lawn and a fairly large, bronze statue of The Thinker. To the right of the statue were hundreds of tables lined with benches. Just a little farther behind the school, he could see a fence covering what looked like a tennis cour

he grabbed