Farm Girls Disguised Identities

CAMILA

"No, that's where I want to go" I yelled frustratedly.

"And how dare you take the exam without my permission?" He yelled back.

"Because you'd have never allowed me" I yelled sniffing.

"Why don't you want me to go?" I asked as a tear slipped down my face.

"You aren't attending the institution and that's final" he said firmly.

"I will" I said determinedly. "And you can't stop me" I added firmly.

"Camila!" He sighed falling to the couch and I sniffed going towards him.

"Why don't you want me to go?" I asked holding his hand.

"I just don't want it Camila, I don't want you to get involved with the rich students" he said and I smiled taking his hand to my face.

"It's schooling dad, I'll tackle any challenges dad" I said and he nodded gently.

"I don't want to lose you Camila" he mumbled with a sigh.

"You won't dad" I replied leaning down to him giving him a big hug.

"You're indefatigable" he laughed hugging me tighter.

I smiled as another tear slip down, main reason why I love him as my dad. He supports my decision.

"Get a list of what you need" he said and I nodded pulling away from the hug.

I went to my room to get a list of what I wanted.

"Here dad" I handed it over to him and he nodded.

"I think I can afford this" he said with a small smile.

Well of course, we are a little bit well to do though, a little bit under the middle class.

"I'd go get my things arranged" I said and he nodded.

Glancing around my room, I smiled seeing the admission letter, who knew I could be this lucky, I only tried my luck for the scholarship and I was picked. Well, I can't say I'm very brilliant, I'm just a little bit above average and it's my luck I was chosen. Who I am? I'm Camila Smith, I am about to resume the school owned by the renown Governor. Excitement is an understatement right now because I get to be in same class with the rich students. Talents? I draw, I can literally draw any piece of art. The main thing I'm proud of, I love my talent. Going to my wardrobe, I searched through my clothes wondering if it'd be able to fit in into the school. I hope I don't get to regret my decision because dad will definitely be sad. And I dare not make him sad, he's the only thing I've got. Dad told me I was still a child when mum died so I don't know how she's. He told me he moved away from where they lived so I never got to see her picture. Well, that's not really a valid reason but I trust him enough, there's no reason for him to keep away mum's death from me. Phew! I hung my shirts back into the wardrobe before falling floppily to the bed. Hopefully I don't die of excitement, lol. I chuckled rolling on the bed thinking of what to do. Well, draw since it's what I do best. But a picture of who? Dad. I'll give him as a gift for giving me his permission to attend the institution I longed so much, an institution different from all others since it's owned by the Governor.

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HENRY

"Dad!!" I yelled frustratedly falling to the couch.

"I don't want that dad" I said firmly.

"What do you want, go straight to the point, you know I'm busy" he said and I rolled my eyes.

"I want to be in Blessed High this session" I said.

"Please" I added.

"I want you in the business line Henry, you're almost done" he said.

I scoffed throwing the pillow away. As if hearing my grumbling, he laughed.

"I'd allow you attend if you can manage both together" he said, I rolled my eyes thinking of it.