CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
“Mavvy, get up. It’s time for school.”
“Oh Mom, can’t I just sleep a little bit longer.” He answered her in Xhosa.
“No. You should’ve gone to bed when I told you. Now get up.”
She flashed opened the curtains—allowing the light to shine right in his face. He squinted but no matter which direction he turned—the light was unyielding. Mav opened his eyes. Although, he could tell it was daytime, his vision was still blurry. He was lying down somewhere, although he couldn’t be quite sure where exactly.
The smell of blood was in the air. He rubbed his eyes using his right hand. His vision was stabilizing. He was in the backseat of a vehicle and there were a couple of blankets covering him as well. He tried sitting up and immediately felt a tinge of pain shoot throughout th
