ISSY (easy)

Love. What's the scariest thing about the most beautiful feeling in the world? Is it the fact that it turns us into a fool with its touch? Or that it blinds us to the truth, driving us to the edge and still making sure we don't realize it? Or is it how it causes us to fear its absence? Staring down at her best friend, lifeless in her arms, Isabelle realized the scariest thing about love. Something a lot of people don't know about: It takes you, drives you, controls you, and if not careful, it ruins you. It doesn't have to be for a person. It could be for an object (materialistic) or something abstract. Hands gentle, yet terrifying. Kisses soft, yet damaging. Trails of good and bad.The scariest thing about love is what it does to you. 

    ¶¶If you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love. Don't be surly at home, then go out in the street an start grinning 'good morning' to total strangers ~ Maya Angelou¶¶  “You guys already met Miss Lucy,” Jessica said, and everyone at the table laughed. Every table had ten chairs — five on both sides. She, Jessica, Emily and Grace were seated with their backs to the doorway while the rest sat across them.  Their table, though, looked like it was at the center of the hall and aside that, everyone wanted to hear what she and Emily had to say. Even Opeoluwa appeared interested. Everyone except Joel. But that wasn't what bothered her. What did was the fact that people from other tables wer

 ¶¶If you focus on the hurt, you'll continue to suffer. If you focus on the lesson you'll continue to grow¶¶Desmond was twenty-five-years-old when he married Juliet, who had just turned twenty-three few months prior to their wedding. It was a marriage born out of love and a promise to stick together forever.  A year later and Juliet was without a child. Everyone was patient. After all, there had been marriages that didn't produce a child in the first year.  The second year came and people started to ask questions, especially Desmond's mother. They all questioned Juliet's ability to conceive and issued the blame on her, given the lifestyle Juliet once lived. Juliet used to be a wild woman, who gave herself to any man she found

¶¶There will always be someone who can't see your worth. Don't let it be you.¶¶So many thoughts raided Isabelle's mind the moment the strange woman stepped out of their kitchen. Dreadful ones that made her clench her hands.“Don't you know how to greet?” Grandma demanded from the couch, body twisted to the back so she was glaring at Isabelle.Isabelle tried steadying her breathing as she looked at the woman. “Mama, good afternoon.”“Is that where you should be greeting me from? It looks like that your mother doesn't teach you manners, eh? Chai! If you were a boy now, I'm sure you'd have learnt some respect through your father.”Isabelle looked to her father, whose face held a plea. With lips set to a straight line, she went to kneel before her grandma and greeted again.

 Opeoluwa was a sucker for novels and only Joel knew that. After being mocked countless times by Jessica and Grace about it, she decided to let everyone — except him — believe she had quit reading. Even in school, whenever anyone (aside their small clique) saw her with a novel, their eyes popped out of their sockets. She hated that. She hated the look they gave and the memory of it. It reminded her of whom she used to be: the clumsy girl who couldn't even tie her own shoelace. She despised that girl. Sniffing, his stomach grumbled, and he set the book down. Luckily, he had packed a few fast food options. His options lay between pasta and noodles. Pushing up his lips in thoughts, a finger tapping his chin, he heard Opeoluwa speak as she entered the living room. “Where did all that cold water come from?&rdquo