There Is Still Hope

There Is Still Hope

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, It was by 6:00, in the morning when my alarm went off. I had my mum calling my name but I ignored her. I like sleeping a lot. As some of my friends say that's why I am fat but that's not true anyway.... Ohm how bad of me, sorry for not introducing myself first. I am Binta A first born of both parents. My family and I live in a very small apartment. "I like reading Books on whatpad which is one of the reasons they call me a nerd" which I don't know why, if u know what I mean. I am black in color, am not a popular student at school and am a shy kid, am 16 year old too. So guys back to where I was hahaha I love my mum but not compared to my beautiful sleep. I had my bedroom door closed and I know it must be my younger sis. So I pretend to sleep just to annoy her well it's fun that way. "hey big sis I know you are up so get ready because mum is on her way here and you know what that means for you she said to me." I groan in annoyance as I get up while rubbing my eyes. Read more to fine out what the story entails.
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This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

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