“Please,” I pleaded “you can’t tell anybody, I would be out of the school if people found out.” I could see she was doubtful but she had no reason to tell people, we were friends now.
“I won’t tell anyone if you promise me one thing,” She said. I nodded and she carried on,
“You let me walk you to your sisters now then you come and live in the foster home,”
“But where will my sister go?” I asked,
“When we see them we will work that out,” She answered. I helped her up of the bench,
“Don’t you need your cheek seen to?” I asked.
“No, I’m fine…thank you,” We walked towards the homeless shelter.
“Which bus do you get there?” She asked. I laughed, in Africa there was one bus for around 20 villages but here I saw them all the time. They weren’t like normal buses either they had seats and people weren’t hanging of the back of them.
“I walk,” I said. She looked shocked, but I could see she understood. She slipped a coin into my hand,
“We’re getting a bus!” She laughed. I was grateful because now I wouldn’t be too late for my sisters. We sat at a bus stop and waited, the bus came within about 10 minutes of us sitting there, not like in Africa when we would have to wait for days. As it was pulling up I couldn’t help but feel really excited, the bus driver gave us a funny look, probably because of the bruising and plasters on my face and the cut on Kayla’s face.
We got to the homeless shelter in half a hour, I saw my sisters near the front of the line and felt a sense of relief. However when they saw me, it was not relief I saw on their faces. They looked from me then to Kayla.
“Who is this?!” Gimbya said, aggressively.
“This is Kayla, she is my friend. I…I didn’t tell her she just worked it out,” They looked so angry, I was scared.
“Well how did she work it out Nomuula …HOW?!”
“She…she just did I’m sorry, she isn’t going to tell anybody. She promised. She stays in a foster home, she want me to stay with her, there it is safe and there is a bed every night. It will be like having a home,” They looked at Kayla,
“I promise,” Kayla said “I will look after her, it is much safer there and you could come to see her on weekends”
They looked thoughtful
“Ok,” they both agreed, Gimbya went on,
“You take good care of here, Kayla,” Kayla nodded. Me and my sisters hugged. We arranged to meet each other down the street from the homeless shelter and Kayla was going to take me.
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