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DREAMS (LOVE AFTER DREAMS)

DREAMS (LOVE AFTER DREAMS)

PØPCØRÑ

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I ,like every Nigerian teenager, has a dream. Something I prayed and fantasized would one day come true. My siblings saw it as empty dream, something to build up my imagination and that it would never come to pass but I stood strong, determined to catch that dream and one day live and fullfil it. I know you would be wondering, what is this so called dream of mine that I held so high and cherished. Well,it was traveling Abroad, I know what you would say. "Who doesn't want to travel Abroad"? Everybody does, but mine felt different ,for me it felt like something I was born to do,it felt like a norm that I must accomplish. I want to be a popular and well known script writer, someone who writes plays and works for the biggest movie industry but looking down on my family,it was that I couldn't reach, but I still push ahead with an unquenchable determination. Join Serena Williams on her journey to achieve her dreams . Being faced by discouragement , betrayal and having to choose between her dream and her lover. What will be the outcome of her friendship with James, what brought about the betrayal, will she chose to stay or leave? Find out on DREAMS

Chapter 1 INTRODUCTION

"Serena ! Wake up,mum's calling you".

I heard my third brother Kingsley popularly known as "King"call on me but I didn't budge . It's a Saturday morning and like every Saturday morning, is clean up day and trying to keep the environment clean but I didn't feel like it. I felt heavy maybe due to the amount of fufu ( A popular Nigerian food ate with soup) I had last night but that wasn't the problem, the problem is that I didn't feel like working this morning and knowing my mom she wouldn't hear it.

"You are still lying down, wait till mummy gets up here".

King said as he roughly push himself out of the small room I managed myself. I have three siblings and I myself,to be more detailed three brothers. Imagine living with three brothers, hell right? My first brother Wisdom, is having his NYSC( National Youth Service Corps) in Kaduna State. He is the child of my parents youth age if you know what that means. My second brother Precious,is in his finial year in University of Nsuka (UNN). Studying Chemical Engineering and my last brother King ,as I earlier introduced is in his second year at Federal University of Technology Owerri (FUTO) studying Biotechnology or whatever that is. Then you have me Serena, sixteen going to seventeen which is a few months ahead and also in my final year in high school (secondary school).

Am brown skinned ( not too dark,not too fair),5'8 inches tall. Am not thin neither am I too fat am just normal or should I say moderate. Cat like eyes,one sided dimple also not to forget that am not curvy nor flat just okay I could say.

I made my way to the living room expecting to see my mom seating on the couch counting her steps as she marched the floor repeatedly while frowning at no one in particular just being her moody self I guess. But she wasn't there so I made my way to the kitchen somewhere I know she would surely be and that's when I heard her voice nagging about the leftover food that wasn't covered as instructed by her yesterday night. Mothers and thier dramas.

"So madam, you've finally decided to wake up"?

My mother,a fair pretty lady in her late forties glared at me.

" I thought I would bring a cow to wake you up today, you've forgotten that today is Saturday and there's work to do".

I sighed internally, there's always work to do. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't the household chores type I preferred to cook than to wash and do other things but being the only girl I had to deal with it .

"Mum, Good morning".

Was what I said instead and didn't dare to respond or comment on what she said earlier because I know were it would land to.

" Oya,oya carry yourself and start work, I have to leave before it clocks nine".

And that's how I spent my Saturday morning working my ass to death and my mom who said she would leave by nine left by ten claiming that she had to make sure the house is clean and blaming me for her lateness, typical mom.

And today finally, being Monday am in school sitting on my chair, looking out of the window thinking about whatever floats through my mind.

" Babe, how far? You don come school already"?

(Babe, how are you? You are in school already)?

That's one of my friends Emmanuella . Always late to school, I've never seen this girl meet morning assembly.

" Babe , this one wey you dey like person e husband no give money for food wetin the sup"?

( Babe,this one you are like someone the husband didn't give money for food what's wrong)?.

" See time wey you use dey come school the first thing wey you go tell me be say babe how far ,as if you go give me money make I chop"

(Look at how late you are to school and the first thing you tell me is babe how are you doing as if you would give me money for food).

I sighed and move my gaze to some of my classmates trying to busy my eyes.

" I know you are a punctual human being, you don't have to rub it on my face. So tell me , anything"

She said expectly and I rolled my eyes

" Nothing, life is just normal no new thing toy with or put interest too".

I said plainly, my expression could show how boring I find this topic to be.

" This is you, indirectly saying that you've not found any scholarship program on the internet".

"You know me too well"

I chuckled and leaned on her while she pushed me away putting on a disgusting face.

" I've told you a number of times that those things aren't real the are all fake, scammers looking for people to scam. Don't be a victim because I won't sympathize with you".

I frowned at what she said but didn't comment on it. She threw her bag at me as I watch her leave the class to God - knows -were probably, trying to go brew up trouble like she do. Since I entered my senior year all I do is to surf the internet looking for scholarship grants but I've never gotten one even if I applied for it but I never gave up hoping that I will get one. This is ss3( senior secondary school three or twelevth grade) and every normal teenager would be trying to enjoy there last year in secondary school but not for me instead I felt pressured. I had WEAC( West Africa examination),NECO(National examination council) and JAMB(Joint Admission and Matriculation Board Examination ) to think about so why should I enjoy when I had books to read.i know what you would be thinking, that am the "all serious type" you are not wrong ,I preroritize my education more than anything probably why my life is soo boring.

You know, even though I want to study Abroad that didn't stop me from pushing ahead of the one I had in hand which is Nigeria schools.

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