Complicated

I pushed my key into the ignition and drove down the road . This was my grandma's favorite car that's why I insisted on keeping it and this is actually the car she died in.I don't think I will ever get over my grandma's death especially when I'm keeping this car but I just want something of hers to cherish. She was such a strong woman but God had a different plan for her .I couldn't help but think about her every moment. Memories clouded my mind and I smiled when I recall the way she smiles . She cared about me with everything in her and I'm sure I will never get this type of love again . The thought of it made me feel sadder and pathetic. I have my mum to go home to but she doesn't love me. I know it .My mind wondered to the arguments I had with my grandma about her strict nature and hanging out with the wrong peer. I began to laugh at the amazing memories as tears clouded my eyes and I blinked them away in ot

Ugh... Where am I? Ouch...my head hurts and my body aches. I looked around and the place looked familiar, definitely I was still in my house because our walls had the rough white painting that my mum loved so much . It normally served as a back scratcher when I was younger.I was laying on the floor in pains, the cold floor didn't help either, it made the bruises I sustained from rolling worse.My mouth felt sore even my body. For the first time in my life I had passed out.I lay on the floor I didn't want to move but I eventually had to. Getting up my whole body ached and I wanted to lie down but I had to get my self treated.I was surprised to still be alive. In movies I watch people who roll from stairs died or lost theirs memories. It couldn't help but assure me that my life was for a purpose. There was only one thing clouding my mind and that wasGetting rid of Mr Andrew.

The past week has been dreadful.I couldn't be more excited to go to school and leave this suffocating house.My mom came in and dropped my uniform that just returned from the tailoring shop ,on my desk The shirt was solid light blue and the skirt was solid navy blue.''The driver will take you to school, don't use your grandma car okay" I just glared at her without uttering a word . I don't want to use my grandma's  car again it will just make come sadderShe continued "and when you reach there search for Mrs Nduka to fill you in''she paused and stared at me for sometime''I'm going, any other thing?'' she asked as she dropped three thousand naira on top of my uniform.I replied with shaking my head , as in negative.We didn't talk about the bruises on my body though I wished we did but is obvious ,she doesn't care.My driver ha

Three days passed and I haven't  reported any drama at home because I try my best to avoid every possible contact with Mr Andrew. No drama at school too just Noren and Kelvin being hell nice to me.Though they mostly spent time with Mason and Shalom. They still find time to talk to me and that's just too nice of them.Whenever I talk to Kelvin I see Shalom giving me a deep glare and I just flirt a tiny bit.Just smiling more and drawing his attention more to me . That's itDon't get me wrong I'm not a flirt just that I'm a bitch and I know she hates my guts.I'm still a loner but making friends is not really a problem to me.I like my circle small or empty.My grandma taught me that the best circle are either small or empty.I brought out my schedule and stared at it . I have Korean now"Hey boo" I turned to see Noren grinning at me . Thank God

"So Lagos was annexed and made a crown colony in 1861, Gold Coast in 1821 , Freetown in 1808 I got it " Noren screamed not too loud though smiling from ear to ear .I just gave her a small smile and light clapping in  return for finally understandingWell we were now in the pharmacy studying in the dressing room.Yeah and Divine and ugee were attending to the customers she introduced them to me earlierWell if you haven't figured out yet ,Noren isn't a salesgirl. Her father owns the place and she loves to help because she wants to study pharmacy."I don't even know why our school forces everyone to learn history like we are in America" she shrugged "they are just too extra, history is meant for art students""But history is still important" I encouraged"No is dumb that's why I make friends with smart art students like you " she grinned