Anisa's life

Anisa's life

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"I'm leaving and I'm not coming back" mum said "what do you mean you're not coming back" I said "you know what it means, when you're done with school you're coming to join me" mum said "what! No you can't do that" I said "it's already done, bye and take care" This isn't fair I left home to boarding school to excape this, this isn't your normal story. I'm attending a boarding school by choice, why? Well here are my reasons Parents who are always arguing Brothers who are fighting and always getting high Everyone has his/her own problems at home Welcome to my story, my name is Anisa
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A few minutes into the walk, I heard footsteps shuffling behind me. I tensed up and halted in my tracks. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I felt too afraid to even do anything. I stayed glued to my spot, but that didn't stop the footsteps from approaching. Mustering all of the courage left in me, I spun around and to my utmost horror, two men - more like thugs were standing just few inches away from me. Ya Allah, please protect me! I don't want to die like this. I spun back around and started walking, my pace increasing rapidly. "Hey! Where the f*** do you think you're going, bit**" One of the men slurred. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was tipsy or high. The rate of my fear intensified. MANAL ❤ ©2019

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