Her tuff school years

Her tuff school years

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Hello. My name is Helina, I'm a typical 15 year old teen who lives in Ethiopia, Addis Abeba. I was born in Toronto, Canada but moved to Ethiopia when I was really young due to a Hotel my dad had to manage. I come from the Ethiopian royal family (I don't like to brag about it too much). My great grandfather was the last king of Ethiopia, he was also called the king of kings. So I'm basically a Rastafarian . Let me tell you a little about what happened at that time (even if I don't know much, and yeah I know i should), so basically when the Derg regime came to power(communisme), it was led by my great grandfather's only enemy, Mengistu Haile-mariam. Why they were enemies... Don't ask me. So all my family was thrown in jail. My great grandpas was sick at that time so he was in the hospital while my whole family was locked behind bars. Some of them who had money escaped and left the country. All their belongings were taken.They were released after 15 years! My dad was 17 when he got sent to jail, so he didn't get to do his 11th and 12th grade. He started college here and used to work part time for a coffee shop. After a year of work and college my dad had enough money to move to Canada and continue his college years, so he did. He attended York University in Toronto. He met my mom at his relatives place. My moms mom was a diplomat so they moved to swiss when my mom was 15 then after swiss they moved to Canada. My mom was attending the U of T (University of Toronto) at that time. I have an older sister who is slightly autistic. I go to a French school (although I know I'd be better off at an English school). That's enough description for now, you'll get to know me better when I wright the book. Hope you enjoy it! If you have any questions, comments or suggestions please e-mail me at: helinaye.is@gmail.com Amesegenalew: Thank you (in amharic) ♥️ This is my first wattpad book so please be kind to me
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MAD WOMAN

My sister has always attracted the wrong crowd who didn't hesitate to take advantage of her meek heart. Right from small, Zikora's naïvety always made me fight with every single one of her 'friends'. I have never been comfortable with any of her so-called friendships. Not even the one she was in at the moment with her new roommate. Funny enough was that I actually liked their relationship. It was pure, true, and more of a sisterhood. For the first time in history, Zikora made a true friend. I inwardly approved of the friendship, when the girl in question, didn't think twice in lunging a frying pan at my little sister's ex-boyfriend. And I know as you're reading this, you may ask yourself, what was my issue then? My issue wasn't with the friendship, but the babe herself. Her appearance reminded me of that Disney princess that had the complexion of a vampire. Snow White, very innocent looking creature. But that girl was the definition of a werey in disguise. Chineke ekwela! And I know you've already started judging me as the problematic character already. I am not problematic, she is. You may begin to think that okay I'm probably overreacting. Oga, Aunty, I am not overreacting. On the first day of meeting her, this babe carried her old fashioned okrika shoe that looked like it suffered for nineteen years, and threw it at the glass of my car while I was driving. Aunty, ha si na hel zipụ gị, ma-ọbụ site n'oké ọhịa ọjọọ dị n'obodo m? {did they send you from hell, or from the evil forest in my village?} That one is her business sha. She should just carry her small bum bum and stay on her own, because she's really getting on my nerves. I don't blame her, because she knows she's fine. That's why she's doing all this bullshit. But all that I know is using the word 'mad' in a sentence, I would say; Biboere Mirabel Madagascar is a MAD WOMAN. Come and fight me.

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