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ZIMKITHA SIBEKO

I pull my school bag higher on my shoulder as I step out of the yard, the morning breeze still cold against my cheeks. I'm halfway down the pavement when I notice a car parked just a little ahead , a sleek black Audi I've never seen here before.

My steps slow.
Is this…?

The driver steps out the moment he sees me. Light-skinned, tall, dressed all in black , black shirt tucked into black trousers, polished shoes, and dim tinted glasses hiding most of his eyes. He looks too neat, too sharp to be someone just passing by.