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in the mirror. She was a beautiful young woman. Coupled with her expensive taste and father who indulged her, the end result was always a stunning woman. I opened the women's washro

ou seen Zya?"

e looks came from the boys mostly. Majority of them hated me for excelling and for being poor. When I first joined the school, there were snide remarks about me being poor and eating from the gutter and bin. Some of the boys even threatened and warned me to stay off the soccer team. When their intimidation did not work, th

g their dirty work. I earned my respect, albeit with difficulty. Now we were at prom, school was done and I could count a handful

re going back to what they were doing. They had some brushes o

arie. All I had to do was find Marie and I would find Zya. They were like the Siamese twins. If you saw Zya then it meant that Marie was near and vice versa. She was not that f

round, I found her in one of the class corridors. She was sandwiched between her and her in and off boyfriend Ja

t before I could reach near

in annoyance. I had disrupted her m

tes ago and she is a no show. Do you know where I can find her?" I a

ot tell you

d she had told me anything when I

was coming to Prom with you and banned her fro

of me because I was poor and my father was scrapping the floor to feed us and put

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her purse and came out with a little box. She headed it over to m

leaving?" I asked, confuse

college starts. Too bad for you. Now can we get on with what we were doing if you d

elmed with sadness and tears were almost streaming do

to the university that we had chosen together. Was it wrong to be poor? I had the know the truth. I

ood me up, there was no joy in that. I knew what I had to do. I was going to take a cab and go to her house. I did not care about secre