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Chapter 12
A guilty red head’s confession
“Look, I just wanted to thank you, for everything.” Cali said, not looking me in the eye. “I just… Lost control, I guess.”
I nodded, hugging her. “It’ll be okay.”
She nodded and then headed off to the buses, I was about to follow until I heard a voice calling my name. I turned around, thinking it was Azerien but surprised to see America running towards me.
“Summer! There wewe are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Where were you? wewe weren’t at class.”
“I was just went to help Cali, who was on the maktaba floor bawling her eyes out.” I gave her a pointed look.
America winced. “I didn’t mean to make her cry, I was just angry with the whole picture thing.”
“But didn’t she do the right thing? Wasn’t he the man who ran from that shed? Wasn’t that the noble thing to do?”
America groaned. “I just…okay, fine. That probably was the right thing to do. But, I just… kind of wanted to find the killer ourselves. The police absolutely suck at doing their work in this town. When we first saw him, I went back.”
“Did wewe find anything?” I asked, making sure my eyes were wide and innocent.
“I found some shoes, a machete, and also this map, it’s at nyumbani though. I was thinking of deciphering it and catching him. But that’s not important, I just wanted to tell wewe that I’m sorry, and can wewe tell Cali I’m sorry too?”
“Why can’t wewe tell her yourself?”
“Isn’t she angry at me for being such a vitch?”
I laughed at her substitute, “no, she’s just hurt. If wewe tell her yourself she’ll be happy.”
“It’s just that, when Cali moved here, she was just so oblivious to how bad this town is. Things like this always happen, and when wewe get proof of the legendary killer, well yeah, it’s important.”
“That important to treat her like that?” I ask giving her a skeptical look.
“No, not at all,” America shook her head miserably. “I just wanted to be the hero to catch him, and I overreact over everything! I really hate myself now.”
“You and Cali were always this close?”
“Were both names of places, yeah. Cali’s my besty, we clicked when we first met, I wouldn’t trade her for anything.”
“Then why don’t wewe tell her that?”
“You know what?” America declared with a determined look in her eye. “I will.”
“So everything’s okay?”
“As long as wewe two accept my apology, yeah!” America smiled brightly.
“I’m sure Cali would accept, and I forgive you.” I smiled back at her.
We stood like that for a few sekunde before we mgawanyiko, baidisha up going to our different buses. I saw America bound off to the bus where Cali went. I could just make out in the window of America grabbing the collar, alama of some poor freshman, yanking them off the kiti, kiti cha and taking her rightful place inayofuata to a stunned Cali, who America pulled into a warm hug.
Smiling, I finally got on my bus, where the bus driver was giving me a dirty look. Feeling dangerous, I gave him my infamous killer glare, and was pleased to see the driver shake as I took my seat. Azerien was nowhere to be found, so I didn’t have to endure an another awkward drive nyumbani with him.
It felt like forever when the bus reached home, it still felt so weird to call it that though, there’s just something so foreign about it.
Like it’ll never be home, just a place that I’m staying at, before tragedy strikes.
Chapter 12
A guilty red head’s confession
“Look, I just wanted to thank you, for everything.” Cali said, not looking me in the eye. “I just… Lost control, I guess.”
I nodded, hugging her. “It’ll be okay.”
She nodded and then headed off to the buses, I was about to follow until I heard a voice calling my name. I turned around, thinking it was Azerien but surprised to see America running towards me.
“Summer! There wewe are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Where were you? wewe weren’t at class.”
“I was just went to help Cali, who was on the maktaba floor bawling her eyes out.” I gave her a pointed look.
America winced. “I didn’t mean to make her cry, I was just angry with the whole picture thing.”
“But didn’t she do the right thing? Wasn’t he the man who ran from that shed? Wasn’t that the noble thing to do?”
America groaned. “I just…okay, fine. That probably was the right thing to do. But, I just… kind of wanted to find the killer ourselves. The police absolutely suck at doing their work in this town. When we first saw him, I went back.”
“Did wewe find anything?” I asked, making sure my eyes were wide and innocent.
“I found some shoes, a machete, and also this map, it’s at nyumbani though. I was thinking of deciphering it and catching him. But that’s not important, I just wanted to tell wewe that I’m sorry, and can wewe tell Cali I’m sorry too?”
“Why can’t wewe tell her yourself?”
“Isn’t she angry at me for being such a vitch?”
I laughed at her substitute, “no, she’s just hurt. If wewe tell her yourself she’ll be happy.”
“It’s just that, when Cali moved here, she was just so oblivious to how bad this town is. Things like this always happen, and when wewe get proof of the legendary killer, well yeah, it’s important.”
“That important to treat her like that?” I ask giving her a skeptical look.
“No, not at all,” America shook her head miserably. “I just wanted to be the hero to catch him, and I overreact over everything! I really hate myself now.”
“You and Cali were always this close?”
“Were both names of places, yeah. Cali’s my besty, we clicked when we first met, I wouldn’t trade her for anything.”
“Then why don’t wewe tell her that?”
“You know what?” America declared with a determined look in her eye. “I will.”
“So everything’s okay?”
“As long as wewe two accept my apology, yeah!” America smiled brightly.
“I’m sure Cali would accept, and I forgive you.” I smiled back at her.
We stood like that for a few sekunde before we mgawanyiko, baidisha up going to our different buses. I saw America bound off to the bus where Cali went. I could just make out in the window of America grabbing the collar, alama of some poor freshman, yanking them off the kiti, kiti cha and taking her rightful place inayofuata to a stunned Cali, who America pulled into a warm hug.
Smiling, I finally got on my bus, where the bus driver was giving me a dirty look. Feeling dangerous, I gave him my infamous killer glare, and was pleased to see the driver shake as I took my seat. Azerien was nowhere to be found, so I didn’t have to endure an another awkward drive nyumbani with him.
It felt like forever when the bus reached home, it still felt so weird to call it that though, there’s just something so foreign about it.
Like it’ll never be home, just a place that I’m staying at, before tragedy strikes.
This is a poem I came up with
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
wewe alisema you'd always upendo me
a rope of upendo wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
wewe took my moyo and played with it
and now my moyo does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish wewe had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at wewe
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain wewe gave me and make a different pain stronger.
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
wewe alisema you'd always upendo me
a rope of upendo wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
wewe took my moyo and played with it
and now my moyo does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish wewe had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at wewe
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain wewe gave me and make a different pain stronger.