Maths class: Adriaan's POV
By the time I got to maths, the whole class was sat down and the teacher was teaching, she looks up at the opening door and rolls her eyes when she sees it's me and I smile sweetly at her. I move to the only free sit in the classroom, I drop down on it and immediately put my head on my arms, I am knackered and I know I shouldn't be sleeping in the maths class because the last time I did that she called on me. I'd been honest enough and had said I didn't know what she was talking about and then she'd started crying, completely out of no where, that damned female dumping all her family problems on me. Of course the whole class scorned me, as if I was the one who caused all the nonsense, not that I cared what they thought, I know better than to trust the judgement of high school kids.
Thinking back on the embarrassment I decide to at least stay awake in this class until the next one, we had religious studies anyway, I'd feel safer knowing that I was sleeping with the lord looking over me rather than my psychotic Maths teacher.
I take out my maths work book and open it to find blank pages and wince, I decide to rather close it as to not trigger another tear fest, she continues blabbering on about Euclidean geometry. I look at the person next me and find her book just as blank as mine. I look up and notice a black girl with a shortish Afro, she notices my stare and she lazily glances at me staring me dead in the eye, her eyebrows stand dark and rigid over her mahogany eyes. Her clear skin glows a bronzy brown in the schools LED lights, she regards me as one would a fat rat in the middle of their kitchen floor. I return her brown gaze with amusement and she turns away annoyed. The females are livid today
"Right the person who you're sitting with right now is going to be your check up partner, so anytime you're confused just turn to them." I pause, Well that was completely unnecessary. Me and the girl look at each other knowingly, we both knew that won't be happening, 1st because we won't get along, 2nd because none of us give a fuck about maths and third, we both know the Maths teacher was being lazy as hell. "Now turn to your partner and discuss what we've done today" she says as she starts walking back to her desk going on her phone. I know for a fact the girl next to me has no idea what was going as all she did stare longingly at a boy diagonal to her, who I now realize is Vuyo. I take the chance to lay my head and get the much needed sleep I've been craving the whole day. Monday's don't do it for me, I'm always tired after a night of binging Netflix shows to try and clear the depression of knowing I have school the next morning.
When it comes to school I don't really bring much to the table marks wise, the only thing I participate in is the hockey field. I'm in my schools first team hockey team, it might sound fancy and a lot of prestige tied to it but in all honesty we're probably the worst hockey team in all of the Durban region. Most of the good athletes aren't interested in hockey and most of them play soccer, in primary we had a lot more hockey players and we were doing well but as time went by they moved to different aspects of sports, Vuyo plays soccer and went to be their captain, and DaVinci is at Vuyo's side as vice Captain. Aaron plays soccer too and Matthew Davis plays fricken lacrosse, so now I'm the only one in our friend group who stuck with playing hockey. My balls, suck them.
I love hockey but I'm smart enough to know I can't have a serious future 'playing around on a field' as my dad likes to say, as a reminder, his way of bringing me down to earth. I don't think he realizes I'm not stupid, I know my future isn't going to be bright because I'm not even the best hockey player in the first place. I'm not artsy, I don't like to take pictures so I can't be a photographer, I can't do the whole 'starving artist' lifestyle. I don't want to be the smart kid who tries hard and makes it big at the end, I kinda just want to be normal, I want to live alone and I want to go to work everyday. And I want everday to be a repetition of the last. I don't want any less or any more, but life doesn't go like that, not when you plan what you want to do. Some days I think about just getting myself some sugar mama to take care of me however Knowing my fathers pride he'd rather kill me first with his bare hands.