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1.sonia.

My name is Sonia Robinson's i,m on my way heading to my grandmothers house,I just ran away from school and my brother peter Robinson's, is in on this with me.
He just dropped me to the nearest bus stop a few minutes ago since he has to go back to school where he also happens to have bribed his way out, he has to be back by 0600hr so that the security guard that helped him sneak out won't have ended his shift.
I stand at the bus stop for a few seconds debating within myself the best means of transport to use in regard to my pockets,I finally decide to board a motorbike since its cheaper and less time consuming compared to a bus, the bus will take at least an hour or two before its full capacity is reached.
I'm a total genius I weigh my options every now and then and I can't help to admire myself for being too calculative. How did I even get here? Well
I'm simply here because I have to choose the simplest and cheapest way to save my pocket money since I'm sure there's no one I can look up to to provide me with another if my plans fail,well except for my only brother ,who's a paramilitary working his ass off in order to get college sponsorship,and may be support me and my twin siblings in future.

Future?

Yes in future because as of right now that's all I can hope for ,yeah I know its the only thing I can do since the last time I checked I was the black sheep of this family and I intend to change at least for my daughter, Aggy Sonia.

My daughter.

The thought of her brings me to the reality right now and I almost board the bus instead of the bike absent mindedly, only to realize and hurriedly alight.

My motorist is young man with brown rocks and I can see his biceps under his transparent t shirt,he has dirty black gloves and unkept boots in his legs ,I'm no longer interested with his physical appearance cause I literally hate unkempt guys if I keep looking at him I'll find myself comparing him to Chris the father of my lovely daughter and I hate it cause in the end I'll end up crying myself silly to his memory and it hurts.

I realize how occupied I've been with my thoughts when I hear people screaming and before passing out I gather as much to know that we,v been hit by a fellow motorist a drunk one to be specific,and from the many voices I catch a few words here and there to know he has fled after doing his stupid act.

I wake up at my grandmothers couch to see the unkempt man by side and my cousins Ann and frank ,they seem so stressed,I gather as much ,I don't seem to remember what happened and I try to murmur a few words but my voice fails me. I try to lift my hands to put myself in a better sitting position only to realise part of my hand is in stitches,
"what happened to me?"my voice finally decides to come back and that's all I can manage to utter.

My cousins give me those eyes that tell you everything is going to be alright,sympathetically ,I don't really understand them and just on time the motorbike guy dramatically excuses himself after giving me a weird wink .

That shifts me to another planet I think Pluto cause that's the only place I can imagine myself with such an asshole in my dreams and come to think of it ,what was his name?surprisingly I don't remember. but he's wink is definitely familiar .I've seen this face before but where or why I can't recall.
My cousin snaps me from my thoughts by giving me a cup of coffee,I love coffee in fact its my weakness cause it helps distract my mind from shifting from earth to other planets and that's a good thing because that way I'm able to focus,hopefully it will help me remember where I saw the now familiar face,hopefully.

I take my pills and it doesn't take long before I unwillingly close my eyes and shift into a deep sleep.
I have this weird dream that I'm being eaten alive part by part and I scream like a mad woman .the unkempt man is vividly in my dreams and he rescues me ,calling me sweet names and apologising every now and then.
Did I have a close relationship with this guy? Simply i don't know and if I did why is to so hard to remember.
The dream continues and this time I'm very intimate with my man,in fact we are kissing like crazy and we are almost about to be nastier,

In my real life outside the dream world I'm uttering everything I'm dreaming in my other world,making funny movements and moaning .

My cousins are watching and giggling secretly ,and making a video of me in my sleep,i have no idea anyway but I only come to realise this when I finally wake up,

I had nothing to be ashamed of when I woke up since I thought they were just taking a snap of me sleeping,they always say I'm beautiful when I'm asleep so I got nothing to be suspicious about plus they couldn't have known what I was dreaming about ,that's if they can even guess I had a dream,right?

I look at my stitches after snapping back to reality and this time the pain has subsided. I guess its my lucky day I get to go to the recruitment in two days if at all I can manage to put my hand straight without straining or showing any signs of pain.

I don't care how long I'm going to bear the pain but this is the only chance i have to prove to my family that I'm willing to change for the sake of my daughter .after all she deserves nothing but the best.

It is me who should face the consequences of fornicating at school instead of studying hard . I believed she was a blessing from God the minute I conceived .seriously I have fornicated so many times without protection before and I never even once conceived so for me to have conceived in my final year in high school was a blessing in disguise .I feel sorry for my parents and I plan on making up to them,they sacrificed their all to see me and my siblings go to high school,especially me,and I let them down ,peer pressure and bad company being one of the main reason may be.

At least I got to have two certificates at ago who gets that in real life except the chosen few like me?
I graduate with a high school certificate and a bonus of a birth certificate from my lovely daughter..

Its not like I had planned for it,but since I decided to keep the baby regardless of Chris marvellous rejection,I take it as a blessing ,I was a total bitch before her.

If it wasn't for her may be I'll be fucking with my thousandth boyfriend probably drunk and high with every drug available, which is a bad thing,her presence in my life is a good thing in a good way in my life,at least I'm even sacrificing my life to try a paramilitary recruitment which I'm willing to do anything to be a part of and I'll definitely do it even if it has to be with my last breath.

Chris marvellous on the other end I don't think he cares a tiny bit about any of us .i remember how he used to look at me with those dreamy eyes every time we made love .yeah I know,with Chris we didn't just fuck twas love making ,for a moment there I thought he was in love with me the way I was with him..but things took a turn when I conceived