MISLED: My heart didn't know

ARA'

sion in the house swall

er poo. I mean how can someone be comfortable with others looking at their p

ft a blooded pad in there today although there's no g

ame so she won't bulge neither would she feel bad that someone called

, which I don't mind, but she went ahead and also i

epeat the nonsense

. "Your shit of parents" she continued with an evil smirk on her face which I wished to oh so wipe off her face. "Can't even train their teenage daughter into doing the right thin

ver. I use one of my hands to protect my hair since I knew it was quite vulnerab

the supposed partial protection, I offered my hair, Kirsten still saw some strands

any attempt of me to free my hair from her tight gr

y because the bane of my existence is out to torment me. I certainly won't cry because of something as petty as my hair, ok, it's not really that petty to me. Since I've lived th

ke of pulling me up so she could look me in the eye, from eyeball to eyeball. 'This my chance'

e I know the cuss word that would accompany the word miserable just as always. She screamed and tried to stand up straight again b

oor. I was scared, what if I had damaged something in her stomach or worst still kil

ish them dead but yet here I am afraid that I might have gone too far w

thing about breaking up with me but it's obvious it's

back b

me fight off some gangsters that attacke

to school. He even seized the car keys but that wasn't a major problem since I co

I could take a cab to and from school. I'd decided to walk to

e my money and other valuables with me- yes valuables, I go to school with my gold necklace an

ies which earned me a stinging slap. The slap made

unches and hits had come from al

eem to hear. Soon I was carried to some

me to teach me a lesson of better

e idea off my head. It was a quiet road and people bar

s here in the first

ssing a shorter road.' I berated myself as if I wasn't me but someon

cheeks before I can get over the pain an

avior has come to save me. It felt like my breathing wasn't normal, not as if am expecting

me that the red thi

home rather than go to school. It's funny how school is what

e jelly and gave up on my weight. I started to fall, I looked for a wall or

savior, caught me b

rd from the person carrying me before my

hback

le phone rang. I answered the call w

el

h unsettled me because apart from Jackie's school where I filled my name

d, feeling a little bit anxious a

so sweating profusely here at school, we've called an a

and quickly walk to my wardrobe to pick an ea

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e story and our female protagonist (Barbara), and our female antagonist