"Ngozi Obi get you body right hear, right now!" as soon as I hear my mum saying my Nigerian name I know that I'm in trouble
"What!" I groaned, rubbing my eyes and trailing down the stairs.
"Don't you what me, young lady! What is this supposed to mean?" my mum said holding a letter in front of my face. I grabbed the letter and read it through.
"Helena's pregnant girl! Do you know what that means?"
"Erm she leaves school and then I help her, seeing that i'm her friend." I suggested. I mean it wasn't a bad idea but the mood mum was in didn't help at all and before I knew what happened a slap flung across my face and I fell on the floor.
"What was that for?" I growled angrily.
"Don't you dare be cheeky missy." her English accent began to glow and I know that she was hiding something. "What are all these letters here?" she said coldly. It was the letters I was sending messages to Michel, my boyfriend.
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO READ MY MESSAGES!" I screamed, thrusting myself on her. My brother came rushing downstairs separating us.
"What's with girls and grudges. What did she do this time mum?"
"Ask her!" mum whispered darkly.
"It's none of you business you idiot. I'm off to school before Mr Carter comes at me AGAIN." Before they replied I shot up the stairs to have a wash and get myself ready. They don't have any right to hurt me. I've been like this for a while. Ever since my dad moved out of the house for a 'course' which has lasted 2years and we moved house, away from my friends to people who hurt and broke my heart. I've had this disorder fro years and I've never heard the last of it 'till it healed. Since then I've been so beautiful that boys fly on top of them and I play well. I'm not even kidding. My parents made me go to church but I never liked it, ever since these people who claimed to be my friend walk away from me when I fell in the faith. I never wanted to go to church since and my mother wasn't much help with that. Mom hasn't been my closest person and I've always wanted a sister so any girl I'm close to becomes my sister. I twirl round and sighed, I really need to loose weight girl! Anyway, I need to go to school now or else my deputy head will go crazy. We've never been so close either so I don't really care about him. I grabbed my bag and slip out the door, not wanting my mom to get mad at me again because I was supposed to leave long ago.
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"Hey babe!" someone called and I turned around to meet Michel behind my locker.
"Hey!" I replied, "What you doing today?"
"Science, art, gym, geography and Math. You?"
"Same. Except I have Drama and English instead of art. I didn't know you chose gym."
"When I need to keep fit." he smiled in a cocky way.
"You'll always be fit boy and..." I put my hand to his face and pressed my lips against his and whispered, "And sexy!" He returned a kiss back then put his hand to my hips, pulling me towards him. "Hey babe?" he whispered. "Got a surprise for you. I'm going soon and I'm having a party- You're my guest of honour."
"You're going?" I whispered. "Why?"
"I'm moving house, I've got no choice. I feel so bad babe, to leave you but you know parents." I knew what he meant and nodded. I kissed him again and then went back to my locker, no word. I began to think, who would I have after him? I've been in a relationship with him for a while and I wonder what will happen after. As I thought, I bumped into someone. She had short African hair and looked very smart- more like a nerd. Her chocolate skin glowed and her pearly white teeth glistened as she smiled and greeted me. She was Nigerian like me, as well as Igbo but she seemed so- seriously fresh-of-the-shore! Her skirt hit her ankles, no flesh shown and all her body dint pop out of her shirt like all of ours. Sigh, she'll learn soon. She started talking to me about herself, her family and her friends and her name, which was Ogugua. But there was one thing that she said to me that moved me.
"You don't have to be his slave you know. Don't let the devil rule your life find help. Before it's too late."
How does she know what's wrong?
"Who are you?" I stammered in fear.
"Your helper. Meet me in the canteen on table 4. We'll talk then."
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Break the chains
Horrorthis is a story about a girl who has been under the influence of the devil through many different things then she battles through to freedom once haring she can have it. (casting crowns was my influence) :)
