A Secondary School Survivor; Year One...

A Secondary School Survivor; Year One...

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Duna. Dunamis. 'Dynamite'. Dunamis had no idea what her mother was thinking when she sent her off to a boarding school in a state she knew no one in- except her older brother. It wasn't the dream secondary school she got a scholarship to. Her mother; Nneka, full-time housewife with strings on the social ladder. Her father; Emmanuel, a leading engineer at Shell Oil... The big company. Four brothers and no sister, sent to a jungle where cleaning agents are rejected and possible child slaving goes by another name with the claim of training. Six years of drama, and this is the first.
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For seventeen years, I was trapped in a boring life, the people I made contact with everyday are my parent, Julia and no one else, my aunt drops by occasionally. I want more than that boring life, I want to stop being home school, I want to know how life is by not living under the watchful eyes of my parent and I got it when I spent my last year in high school at Blake high school. It was crazy, I experienced a lot, I met the mighty P-12, Every happy Linda, Annoying Amy, mysterious Isabella, Joel and his bully crew, playful Zion, boyish and troublesome Mitchello, cunny Irantiola, sweethearted Bee and my heartrob leandro. I learnt something which I still held with me till today, the people you least expected to hurt you will hurt you most, you can never tell someone can hurt you until the person hurt you. I am glad I left home, I made some mistakes and I learnt my lesson, never judge someone you just met because you can never tell their story, how life has dealt with them, what makes them what they are presently, I have a lot to talk about in my story.

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