My life as I have said from the first chapter has been crazy and will be even crazier as I get older. Anywho,l let's get to the next chapter of my crazy life. Don't forget to give this chapter a like a comment and most of all let's share this story😍
Risper's POV.
After around two years or I don't know the exact time, my aunt's work with the united nations got finished apparently their work was done in that particular region and they were headed somewhere else. My aunt brought us back in Nairobi to start a new life apparently.
At that time she had no job nothing, nada, she asked one of her very far cousin's if we could stay at her sq while she looks for a job. Obviously she welcomed both of us with happy smiles and a generous heart.
Her name is Agnes also called auntie Aggie. She was happily married to uncle passy and had a great son joshua.
We all lived happily as I went to school which was the best definition of juvenile.( I have never actually been in juvenile. So am not sure what they do there.) The name of the school was called white star academy. Let's get to this part of my life that was so terrible I wished I had never stepped foot in that establishment. This school was okey the first few months. Then one day, my class teacher was asking question in class( class 2) and she asked me a question and I answered very well and correct but some how she though I had said it wrong like I always do when am given a question.
PS. I never used to be the brightest in school and hated school with a passion.
We Kenyans in school, teachers were allowed those days to give us a good butt whooping. (Excuse my language children). She came and took Mr. Red and beat me,I kinda dodged but ended up being beaten right on the eye. My eye was red swollen. The teacher at least got the decency to write a letter to my aunt saying she beat me wrong and she was sorry.
When home time arrived I was happy to get out of this hell hole and just reach home and take my favourite four o'clock snack which obviously to me was bread and tea🤣🤣🤣 anyway my aunt worked really far so it was so hard for her to get home early. She used to arrive at around six or seven in the evening. When she arrived home she asked why I have a black eye which of course I explain painfully. She was beyond pissed, she was so angry that she took a leave for the next day so as to talk to the director of the school.
The next was so hectic I woke up with such a headache from the right side of my head because of obvious reasons( was hit by Mr. Red on the eye). The director was so sorry and she apologized, I liked her she was fair.
From that particular moment the teacher hated me so much that I told on her. Anywho those days I didn't give a damn I was a child. My life in school was so sad.....
Sorry guys I know this is short but bare with me I can't remember everything .
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