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After hearing the word sister from his mouth in felt like I really got a family. it was a new feeling but it was really warm.Soon all of them came down and we had breakfast together. it was lively when I was eating with them, before this I would eat alone and the home was like a haunted house when I first came to this house all I wanted was to live alone but gradually I felt the need of a family because a home is not made out of bricks it's made out of people living in there, so I became emotional again and the tears were really close to my eyes, but before I could start crying the twins told me that I had to go with them to buy books so I controlled my emotions and saved them for future use.The breakfast went by peacefully and then we went to the book shop to buy them books, while they were searching for there books I went inside the novel section ani suddenly realised that I hadn't seen the book that I bought from the library, what a loss of money.
I bought the book and was on my way back home until I found out that my driver had gone missing, I kept on looking around to find my car but it was nowhere to be found, so without any hope left I just started walking towards my home as it was not that far away.I was holding the book against my chest as if was the most precious thing to me in the whole universe and lost in my own world.As I looked at the setting gun I realised that I had spent so much time in the library that it was about to get dark and I was still not that close to home.I fastened my pace a bit because you know why? Is not safe for a 14-year-old like me to wander around on a deserted street at this time, it's basic knowledge every normal child has but I don't blame you, abnormalities can be found everywhere so don't be sad.So as I walked through the alley!!! Now, don't you start judging me again for not having even a slight shame of walking an alley after teaching you about safety, i
My time in the high school was like that of an extraordinary student because I would fool around all day long and still end up with the top position, maybe envious of me but it was all thanks to my hard work from my past life, During the lectures, I would read random books that in never got to read before as I had to study hard to secure a nice future for myself, but now that I was already master of all those subjects and even if I had failed them I would not die of hunger in future because of oof the money I had. I know it was a wrong way of thinking but I had to grasp every passing moment of my life like it was the last. I started enjoying every moment to its fullest, even when it was nothing more than pure torture. Inflicted upon me by Mr. Scarface.And just like any other day I was reading a comic in the middle of my maths class, the book was very interesting so I read it during one of the algebra lessons and that made the teacher angry. I didn't her calling my name out s
The bag was filled with letters, each of them enveloped perfectly and organized by dates, I read a few of them and felt touched by how much my father loved me, each letter was filled with grief yet happiness of having me in his life for even a short period. It was heartwarming as I read them. My heart was getting convinced when I started knowing my origin and my past. I agreed on living there as their master but I didn't want to be conned so I kept my eyes wide open in case something went wrong.I lived with the gang members for about 4 years, these years were really tough for me because I had to train with the members of the gang, Mr. Scarface told me that I had to be strong because I was the face of the gang, so he made do every available torturing exercise he had at hand. he showed no mercy even though he addressed me as Master. Sometimes he would make me fight people elder then me and in return, I would receive many wounds but it wouldn't soften his stone heart to not tor
I am Stella Ford and this is my story, My life as far as I remember has been in the shadow of an angel-like a girl named Isabel, she got stuck to me like a gum since we were young. I hated it but the people around me forced her over me so much that she became the worst half of my life. I was judged because of her. She had an innocent face which could melt any kind of harsh or cold heart in seconds and me, on the other hand, was always compared to her. 15 years of my life I had to bear her and it was way too much for me to take in. I wasn't able to take care of me because I was in a continuous battle of perfecting myself as compared to her but everything shattered every time I tried but that was not enough and finally when I thought I was free when she decided to get married but on the same day I died due to an accident on the roadside.At the last moment of my life, I was furious, I was angry at life. I cursed at it that "if I ever find it again I am going to strangle it to d