Matric dance, here we come. Only
two and a half years to go...
Then we had the mid-year
school holidays. The day we came
back, Zaheera wasn’t at school.
Then she wasn’t at school the next
day. Then she wasn’t at school the
day after that. Eventually I went
and tracked down Johanna on the
quad.
“Hey, where’s Zaheera?” I said.
“She hasn’t been around for a while.
Is she sick?”
“No,” she said. “Didn’t anyone
tell you? She left the school. She
doesn’t go here anymore.”
“What?”