The struggles of a Nigerian girl

ScarRita

    When i woke up on the 12th of  may 2013 i never suspected that that day will be the day my life changed forever. The day started normally, my mom had already started annoying and i was really bored so my siblings and i decided to my dad's office; not that my dad's office was fun or anything, we just wanted to leave the house (now that i think back to that day i should have just stayed at home and wallowed in my boredom).

    I quickly got ready, putting on a cream colored pants and a grey and pink stripped t-shirt with my pink sneakers; i looked cute. My siblings got ready too and soon we were on our way to my dad's office. When we got there, we realized that my dad wasn't around but my siblings and i decided to just stay since we didn't want to go home yet. (Big mistake). So my siblings and I were just sitting down and my office doing practically nothing.
   Before I go on I should probably describe my dad's office. It has a reception which is the first thing you see when you enter, it also has a visitor's lounge which is practically a waiting area, from the waiting area you will see two doors that are opposite each other at a right angle and they were made of glass (the doors). One door leads to my dad's office while the other leads to another office.
  So I was in my dads office, my brother was in the reception area and my sister was in the other office. I was in there minding my own business, writing on a paper how bored I am when my sister just entered and snatched the paper and ran; until this day I do not know why I ran after her cos there was nothing interesting in the paper. So anyways I quickly stood up and ran after her, shouting at her to give me my paper. She ran into the other office and slammed the door shut and me running with speed couldn't slow down on time and I slammed my head on the glads door in the process breaking it (it all happened in slow motion). I just stood day looking at the broken glass door and thinking about how my parents were going to kill me and already coming up with a lie so the blame will be on my sister, then I noticed my sister was shouting and crying saying "sorry" over and over. Confused, I felt a sticky substance on my face, then I noticed i bleeding excessively from my forehead. The blood was so much it was entering my mouth and ruining my clothes. At this moment 3 thoughts passed through my head;
1. So this is how vampires feel like (cos of the blood in my mouth)
2. My cute clothes are ruined
3. My mom is going to kill me before I die from loss of blood.
  I can still remember everyone's reaction
     My sister : she kept crying and shouting and went outside to call my mom
     My mom: as soon as she so me she started shouting "help me o", "you children will not kill me today" then she started crying too
    My brother: he didn't even understand what was going on, so he just kept quiet and observed.
    So anyways, my mom with the help of people nearby quickly carried me to the nearest hospital where I got stitches on my forehead and I was awake the whole time (they couldn't even give me something for the pain).
    So that's how I came to have a scar on my forehead and got the name scarRita.
P.s have gotten used to the scar now though. When people ask me what happened, I make up awesome stories and never tell exactly how it happened. Now people think I was kidnapped and I saved myself by breaking the window of the car with my forehead and jumping out of a moving car.
   😂😂😂 *sighs* people are so gullible