HIDDEN

Chapter one

Author's note.

Hello lovelies, thanks for choosing to read this story. Read and enjoy, and you are going to be an RR(re_reader)

NB: I just have a few things to say.
Copying this story and claiming ownership wouldn't be nice of you at all. I believe we can all be imaginative and creative in our own unique ways. So instead of making a copy of someone's work and claiming ownership, just find some time out of your schedule to sit under a tree or a summer hut, all alone, so that you will have your peace of mind to think about something nicer to share too.

Know that the names of some places and some things are just imaginary, so don't take them too personal.

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It has been windy since morning. Well, it's a bit ok now. The gust died down about an hour ago, and all you can feel now is a gentle wind which can calm the heart of an angry beast.

The time of the clock doesn't correspond with the weather. I can barely tell if the clouds have gathered. It's just some few minutes to 6:30pm and it looks like it 9 in the evening already. Well I'm sure they have gathered. That explains why it's was so windy in the morning.

I know that, still standing here is a bit of a risk. I mean in front of the gate outside my house. Yeah, just in front of the gate outside my house. But I know it's still risky.

Not because it dark already. Or not because some bad dude will try to do something contrary to the laws of the state.

Come on.

Don't even harbor such a thought. I mean, the chances of it happening is like zero.

I ain't saying no bad guy exist in the world. There are a lot of them out there, but not at my place. Even if I don't get to come out, Nanny Carla will be giving me every gist of what's happening. I'm very much sure of it. Plus security here, count on it. It's very high.

So these are not the kind of risks I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the kind where the only place you will not be questioned if you are found is your room, the kitchen, dining hall, the hallway, and the hall; but because your parents are not around, you kind of extended your boundries and moved outside the house, to the gate. And the chances of them coming soon is very high.

Yeah yeah. That is the kind of risk I'm talking about.

Or you think it's not risky? It is. Because, my parents have never been certained and firm on anything more than me not stepping a foot out of the house, even to the gate, alone.

But hey, I'm not a little kid. Get that in mind.

To them, irresponsible parents are parents who would give freedom to their children to go out and do whatever they like, and irresponsible children are children who are given such freedom. They don't want to be bad parents that is why they always give series of rules and restrictions.

I know I should be getting inside by now. But something is pulling me towards the street.

Nanny Carla isn't feeling well, and I have offered to help with some few chores. I cleaned up the kitchen and took the polythene of rubbish to dump it inside the big bin outside the house.

As I opened the main gate and stepped outside, I felt the wind blow around me. The wind off freedom.

I'm wearing a short pant with a tank top. For my dressing, I'm not restricted about it.