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Eartha Meelaaney Warsame. A normal, introverted fourteen year old Nigerian-bred Somali. Or so it seemed . . . Going through teenage depression and family problems, young Eartha finally got sick of home and insisted on going to a school far, far away from the state. It was just the kind of fresh air she would need, being around her agemates and making new friends. But she didn't bargain for the problems that came with being in boarding house. Life isn't so easy for a newbie junior and a foreigner at that. It seemed like her depression was just getting worse - it was an epic jump from frying pan to fire. She got bullied and had bad experiences that'd probably scar her for life. Things couldn't go more southward. But being a strong-willed girl, she maintained her stand, determined to weather the storms and overcome all challenges. It surmounted going back home with her tail between her legs. But then, things aren't easy for even a strong girl like Eartha. Is Eartha going to be able to overcome all her challenges and at the same time deal with growing up into a young adult? ~•••••~ Set in the beginning of the second decade of the twenty first century, the novel encompasses the tale of Eartha, a young teenager, as she swims through the turbulent waters of life. © This book is a work of fiction.

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Eartha

Copyright © 2020 by InamorataFeels

Excerpt from Fàdákà Funfun [ Pale Silver] copyright © 2020 by InamorataFeels

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This book contains an excerpt from the forthcoming book Fàdákà Funfun [Pale Silver] by InamorataFeels. This excerpt has been set for this edition only and may not reflect the final content of the forthcoming edition.

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Eartha Meelaaney Warsame. A normal, introverted fourteen year old Nigerian-bred Somali. Or so it seemed . . .

Going through teenage depression and family problems, young Eartha finally got sick of home and insisted on going to a school far, far away from the state. It was just the kind of fresh air she would need, being around her agemates and making new friends.

But she didn't bargain for the problems that came with being in boarding house. Life isn't so easy for a newbie junior and a foreigner at that. It seemed like her depression was just getting worse - it was an epic jump from frying pan to fire. She got bullied and had bad experiences that'd probably scar her for life. Things couldn't go more southward. But being a strong-willed girl, she maintained her stand, determined to weather the storms and overcome all challenges. It surmounted going back home with her tail between her legs. But then, things aren't easy for even a strong girl like Eartha.

Is Eartha going to be able to overcome all her challenges and at the same time deal with growing up into a young adult?

~•••••~

Set in the beginning of the second decade of the twenty first century, the novel encompasses the tale of Eartha, a young teenager, as she swims through the turbulent waters of life.

© This book is a work of fiction.

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