" Okay girls stand up, brush your teeth, go get breakfast, and go prepare" mom passed by our rooms screaming in the highest pitch her voice could get to.
I turned in my bed as I used my pillow to block my ears, what kind of woman is this? why the hell Is she making my life miserable? I was just having a wonderful dream about-, immediately I realise who I've been dreaming about I quickly jump up
What the hell is wrong with me? this creep is creeping his way into my dreams too. Hell no!
I walk to the bathroom, the mirror and my ugly self staring back at me, I look like a mess, I pick up my toothbrush as I brush my teeth, oops I forgot to brush last night, thank God mum didn't notice, she would have talked about it all morning when I get up from my sleep which is now, and I don't see her doing that so I'm safe.
After brushing my teeth I wash my face and apply my face mask which I also forgot to do last night, I walk downstairs to the dinning table still in my pj's, luckily I changed cause mum would have made a fuss about me not taking a bath. By the way I didn't, I already bath when I came back from school what's with all the constant bathing
"Good morning daddy"
"How are you my princess, what's on your face?"
" oh it's my face mask I'll take it off before I shower" I say to him sitting down my food already on my sitting space
Mum walked into the dinning table with pancakes, but dad was eating semovita and vegetable soup which I wish I am the one in his position, I so much hate pancakes, they just don't taste right in my mouth
Aishat comes out in her skimpy pj's, she greets dad with a kiss as she walks into the kitchen to help mum bring some stuff. Okay I agree I'm quite irresponsible and lazy she's better than I am in that aspect, more organised,bratty but pretty helpful
"Thanks my dear" Mum thanks Aishat while helping her set the table, while I and my beloved father wait for everything to get done, so we can eat.
How did i become this way?
"Amina why is your mask still on your face" mum asks
"I didn't put it on yesterday, I forgot" I reply her hoping she just let's it go
"Did you shower last night?"
" of course mum, what kind of question is this" I answers her in the best way I could to convince her
"Can I take the bread in the fridge, I don't want pancakes " I say hoping she wont get angry
"Whatever go on" she says munching on her pancake, woah thank God, she's in a good mood. Probably cause of this party, mum loves parties, I just wish she'll include me less in her whole party lifestyle.
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Everyone is all dressed up real expensive as we enter the vehicle as the dad starts the car, we are living a pretty low key life, most of dad's friends live in mansions and have maids and drivers, but mum do not want that, she wants us to live a simple decent life, like normal people, even if we're still spoilt brats, so we don't have any help, except our gateman. We live in a basic duplex, nothing special, pretty much like every other house in our street.
We got to the venue, as pretty much very expensive cars saturate the place, there are camera's everywhere, I mean most of our parents here are people of highclass, politicians and co, we walked in looking as elegant as we can be, mum had hired a make up artist to come make us all up so we were looking really classy, I looked good which shocked me, skinny but good looking, that works, in my bag was my mask, I'll do a little bit of vlogging but for a very short time then I'll edit it to my next video, don't worry no one will notice.
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BEING SKINNY IN NIGERIA
Teen FictionAmina Bakare, the first daughter of a wealthy politician and an outspoken, talented teenager who is often bodyshamed constantly for her skinny frame, is a very famous vlogger with the name "being skinny in Nigeria," which she secretly handles. Afrai...
