Dedicated to Lonenzy123, you're the inspiration for LASE in this story
Quote for the Chapter:
Never be bullied into Silence,
Never allow yourself to be made a victim
Accept NO ONE'S definition of yourself sweetheart,
DEFINE YOURSELF.
-Unknown
Song for the Chapter: Stone Cold by Demi Lovato
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Home, Sweet Hell
I got home to meet a kitchen filled with dirty plates, I mean who uses three different plate to eat rice and stew? – Oh it's my beloved {note the sarcasm} younger sister Omotere aka 'the bane of my existence', aka 'the spoilt brat'. She used a plate to serve her rice, a different bowl for her stew and lastly a saucer for her meat; I mean could you just imagine.
I got home quickly in order to avoid her beating me and diary, I'm so happy I did. The next thing was to ask them what they wanted, Tola requested for Amala with Ewedu and stew while the other asked for semolina and Efo {oh did I mention he is irritated by draw soup}.
And plus, I still have to attend school the next day 'cos I mean it's just Monday evening but what can I do than to grant their biddings.
But one thing crossed my mind Oh, hmm Haven't they ever wondered that maybe they are the imperfect parent and I'm the normal one, 'cos the fact that I'm stubborn and strong-headed doesn't mean that the matter is all my fault. I'm just very happy that I'm two years closer to getting out of this hell called "home".
The next few hours pass in a blur as I finish cooking but unfortunately for me, I burnt a part of the soup while carried away by my thoughts, but isn't what I'm passing through enough for me to think about and also cause depression?
In my attempt to mask the smell of the burnt soup, their cars pull up in the compound one after the other. The next thing I heard was "Omo ale tun ti fi obe jona abi'?"
Omolola', the she-devil shouted in an alarming tone and I quickly rushed to meet her.
Paah!
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Translations:
Amala and Ewedu: A local food eaten by Yoruba people from South-Western Nigeria
"Omo ale tun ti fi obe jona abi'?":{that bastard has burnt the soup again abi?}
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Hello my awesome readers, It's a pleasure to bring another chapter to you.
I've already typed this chapter since about 1 week ago with help from @simeon2005 but I've been so busy to publish it and write the author's note.
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Teen FictionTEMPORARILY ON HOLD (Formerly known as My Life as a Teenage Girl) Omolola Adebayo is a Nigerian teenage girl who has never had life easy. She is your typical A+ student, the favorite of everyone she comes in contact with except those she considers...
