ROSES

So before I go right ahead to describe the story here's the thing. I really love to write and I heard about wattpad as much as I love to write l love to read bla bla bla. ok cut it short my first Wattpad attempt was on a story titled "MY World".
Got three reads which I doubt wasn't me viewing as a reader. I still don't know how it works.
fast forward to the part I was engrossed in school activities, had writers block I mean all my life all I did was write in a book while my family and friends enjoyed what I wrote. So I abandoned that. Starting this one I donno who's going to be interested in reading this but well I'm going to write anyways.
Now to the description of this story "Roses".
I like to say each and everyone of us are roses.
Some of us with thorns sharper or a lot more than the others. oh yes.
And this is the story of a bunch of rose from a teenage Nigerian girl's point of view...
You'll find out more if you read the story which I doubt anyone would.
And if you did and you're reading this.
😊 Thank you, I mean you about to read my crap
*smiles* Thanks.
ps: I legit got the cover from the internet and whoever made such a master piece am so sorry I used it without asking you, I really hope you forgive me and thank you I mean the roses gave me this push I needed to write something despite my tight schedules at school...... who else thinks school spelt backward is do we really have to go😩