MY LIFE'S DISASTER

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                          Life is just a roller coaster, it goes round and round and round but to no abrupt stop. My life has been one heck of disaster. All my life I have never found jollity or felicity. But everything I have met through this whole voyage of life was dejection, desolation and melancholy.

                         As a very little girl at a really young age my mother died and my father married another women who apparently hated me and insisted I was the reason for her not having any child with my dad. she always maltreated me and whenever i tried complain to my dad all he says is that am trying to frame her because i hated her. 

                          Years passed and my father died a very mysterious death which am very sure didn't happen of physical doings or of an illness, but it had to do with some thing of spiritually endeavor and I for one suspected my step mum who never agreed for us to have a formal funeral of my dad. And each time I ask to see his body she would say she doesn't know. I remember the day when I saw her in the bushes behind my dad's mansion burning his corpse. when she left, I ran towards the ashes and cried my heart out. 

                            Months passed as I had to surface all that had happened. I hardly saw my step mum at home lately but whenever I saw her was when I stayed up late to 12 and find her leaving her room around then but never cared to follow her.

                             I caterwauled when my door banged shut as my step mum proceeded into my room. "Have you forgotten how to knock, Brenda or do you need me to remind you" I spoke harshly at her. Ever since my suspicions of her killing my father arose all respect for her faded away and beside she despises me and I despise her. 

                             "How dare you talk to me like that you stupid girl!" she replied with lot of anger in her eyes. but i didn't retreat because I was more furious than she could ever be. "Oh, shut up! murderer. am not scared of you. You killed my father but don't think you can kill me too"

                                "You  have gone insane Ashley, haven't you" she said my name with bitterness clearly evident, but how am I to care. "I think you are the one who is insane here woman!" 

                              The next thing I felt was a stingy slap across my cheeks. No, she didn't. "you brat get off that bed and go make breakfast for me and be quick you don't want to know what will become of you" I ran out off the room down the stairs to the kitchen with tears streaming down my swollen cheeks.