How Are We Together

Introduction

Kayla's POV

My name is Kayla I am the president's daughter. But my life has not been cookies and milk.

I am the undesirable fruit of my mother and father.

My father the president of South Africa had engaged a woman who couldn't bear children.

He was happy with her. He loved her. He was ready to spend the rest of his life with her.

But all fell apart when he decided he wanted to have a bachelors party before he got married.
Went to a strip club where my mother worked. And she was his 'waiter' for the night.

They started kissing and it escalated... Till I was made 17 years ago.

They forced my father to break of the engagement and marry my mom. As the president will need a heir. Will need a child.

My mom and father got married... But it was all forced. I was my mother's ticket to the good life.
I was a way for her to escape poverty. And being a prostitute.

My mom and father's love was all a lie to impress the public eye.
I was abused. I had a bedroom. It was a cover bedroom with toys everywhere so it would like I was playing there. But where I was. I was in the basement. That was my place of pain. They would abuse me. They didn't want me after all.

But when it time to face the camera's I would put a lot of make up force a fake smile. So we could look like the perfect family.

I was saved at the age of 7 when I had to go to school. They found a private boarding school which locks up children until they pass their final year.

School  is home I have been here for 11 years already. This is my 12th year.

I have Kgomo which is my best friend. She knows me so well. I love her unconditionally. I share my sanitary things with her as she isn't fortunate enough to have them.

It's the 31st of December 2016 and I look up into the sky. I see fireworks that ignite and light up the city. The world I will only get to see if I pass 2017.

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Seth's POV

My name is Seth my mom past away when I was really young. Don't even know how she looks.

My dad was a good guy. We lived in the shacks. Not ordinary shacks but gang shacks. Like I said my dad was a good man until he was involved with gangs, alcohol, and drugs. I lived in theses gang shacks and the nightmares they gave to me still haunt me till this day.

One I will never forget. The one memory when my dad was shot 10 times until they were certain he was dead. They killed right I'm front of me.

I needed a way out. My uncle was involved in gambling. He did a certain kind of gambling. He played the lottery.

We made a deal. I give him numbers, he wins, he takes me to the school where I don't come out till I pass and he can eat the rest of the money.

I was lucky. That day when we hit the jackpot. I finally got out of the torture I called home.

Even though I'm here the memories break me they kill me slowly.

As I look at her. While she looks to the sky. Looking at the fireworks. I know she is the one. The problem is I don't think she knows I'm the one.

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Kgomotso's POV

My name is Kgomotso my nickname is Kgomo. I have always wished for a better life.

I have been given a scholarship to this school. Which I am very grateful for.

I lived with my cousins and siblings we were about 35 kids and our parents left to find 'jobs' if we were lucky. They would come back after 5-6 years but sometimes they wouldn't come at all.

We lived with my grandfather and grandma. And I am the ticket out of our poverty.

I have wished to be Kayla the president's daughter. She looked happy in 15' television we had.

But now that I know her. I know it was all a lie. Yes she travelled places I would probably never travel in my life yes she had the money.

She had the money, I had no money
She had no love, I have got the love.

But as stare at him starring at her. It breaks my heart to know he might like her. She doesn't even notice. But take it as a bonus so I can get him.

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Jason's POV

My name is Jason. I was raised by my grandparents who are stinking rich. I don't know my parents and all the time I ask my my grand mother she says she was eaten by the buggie man because she didn't sleep at 8:00.

I know she said this because I was a child but even today as I ask her she gives me the same reason.

Don't get me wrong. I love my grandparents. But don't I too deserve the mothers love everyone else talks about.

I am in this school due to the fact that my grandparents are getting too old to look after me and they chose that this was the best way.

I appreciate it. But I still would to know about my mom.

This year I'm going to get her. How can she not notice me.

What is blinding her.

I look at her.

Her hair
Her mouth
Her eyes
I know I want her
I just don't think k she knows

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