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ZIMKITHA SIBEKO

The Life Sciences paper was… okay, I guess. Not perfect, but definitely not something that will haunt me. The first section was smooth, the diagrams were easy, and the genetics question ,yho, that one had me sweating a bit, but I think I managed. At least I hope I did.

Now I'm walking down the school road, sipping the ice-cold Coke the so-called "chauffeur" bought me earlier. My nerves are still tight from writing, but the Coke helps. He's still parked in the same place Sipho said he would be, windows tinted, engine quietly running like he's guarding the president. I keep glancing at the car, still confused, still uncomfortable… this isn't normal..

My phone starts ringing in my hand. Him.