"How can any girl be so hairy?? She probably smells" "Look at her ears, so big like a rabbit's""I hear she's the daughter of a business mogul in the country. Cameron Peyton, they say" "She doesn't look anything like her handsome, well-toned dad""Watch her fat butt roll as she walks, very sexy thing?" "Her parents have a lot of money! Do you know she asked her mom to stop sending her money once?""I also heard she finds it hard to shed tears. Do you believe that?"I heard students booing and jeering at me as I walked past them towards the hall. And yes, my ears were actually bigger when I was little. They only shrunk when I entered my teenage years. I was hairy, and smelled under the hair. It was not body odour, it happened when I got sweaty as a result of playing too much or being under the sun, even if I wore suncream. I also didn't look anything like Cameron. I didn't have a toned stomach and I wasn't looking physically fit like he was, but we had a little resemblance because h
Not to scare you, but for y'all who do not believe werewolves or superpowers or ghosts exist, I hope you will, with this true life story of mine. Like I said, it is not to scare you. This diary is full of experiences you can learn from, and also relate with. I had a lot of things to cope with as a child, some of which you must have read up there. Well, The next day in school after the incident, I went to Anita's class to confirm her absence. Her teachers said she was not on the assembly ground and she was absent during the roll call for attendance. In fact, a meeting was held in the school hall with regard to her disappearance. It was unlike her to come late to school or at the worst, not come at all, so her absence was so evident and felt by everyone, because she was a beautiful and bright girl. Not like she was the only beautiful and bright girl in the whole school, but she's won a lot of awards for Enchanting Promises High School, that is, my school, and she was even in the scho
My mind came back to reality when I realized that someone was knocking on the door. I had stayed too long in the bathroom. My stomach made some somersaults immediately and I did puke, came out of the bathroom to let the intruder in, but I didn't return to the hall until I could hear a sign that it was ending already. I might not be able to control hearing Uncle Robinson talk. I might hit him with my shoe or something. Nobody knew about the incident which happened the previous night. I couldn't even talk to anyone about it. Who would I possibly tell? maybe if my sister comes into the world, I'd tell her all about it. Yeah I could tell Mike Tony. But he was not around. His door had been locked right from the day before that fateful night when mom was attacked. He was in fact not in the house when the incident happened. I wondered where he was. I wondered what had happened to him. Every parent talked about him, and the few who had his number tried calling his cell all to no avail. The
It was then I noticed what the noise was all about. There in the middle of the compound was a big blue truck with several things in the boot , parked near Mark Tony's house, and in the truck was Mike Tony, shooing away the kids gently so he could alight from the driver's seat. There was a man sitting beside him. A man as tall as him. They were both looking cheerful and pleased to see the kids. Mike Tony! Mike Tony was back. Immediately it registered in my brain, I ran towards him and jumped into his arms. He picked me up and rolled me in the air. Other kids begged to be moved that way, amidst happy laughters and rejoicing. I was heavy, but he moved me like I was as light as a feather. I hugged his neck and rested my head on his chest, completely forgetting my mother's errand. The other man began to release the items in the truck. Other neighbors whose parents were around came out of their rooms to sneak a peek at Mike Tony. They hugged him and some shook his hands. He was indeed a
I said that that night was rough because mom kept waking up and turning in bed because she had backaches. But it was also rough because I woke up around 2:00am with beads of sweat on my forehead and chin even though it was warm inside. I had had a bad dream, and I was so scared that I had to stir mom in her sleep so she'd wake up. I wanted her to calm me down, and tell me it was all a dream. It was dark because she had turned off the lights and I was afraid. The lights was one of the things that bothered her so much those days due to her pregnancy. She hated seeing any light at night; it made her very irritable. It must be really frustrating to have a bun in the oven. When she opened her eyes, she held my hands and prayed. It was one thing she did regularly. She prayed, went to church and took me with her. She also hugged me, with me avoiding her large stomach for fear of hurting the baby. I told her that I had dreamed that the baby in her stomach died. She prayed against it and tol
The week after my encounter with Uncle Robinson (Sword) was lonely. Every day grew lonelier than the previous. I dreaded school and coming back home after school was not even helping that much, because most of the kids went on a holiday during the week, and so there was almost no one to play with. I didn't even have the mind to play. I was not free. I grew restless everyday as a result of my experiences. Whenever I wondered where the kids went to, I would ask their parents for the umpteenth time. "To their Granny's or Grandpa's", their parents would say whenever you asked them where their sons and daughters were. It was lonelier because mom was not usually around when I needed her. She left for work in the morning, around 8am and didn't return until late into the night. She basically had her day off home. I wonder who was she always out with. Could it be that guy?? She was pregnant for God's sake! But she didn't care. She always returned home tired, but happy. You know that feeling
It was so cold outside...so I just cuddled myself under my duvet. I caught a cold the previous night, and coupled with fever, I felt so sick. I was determined to stay indoors throughout that day. My head was throbbing, and my eyes had this heat that made me uncomfortable. Mom had given me some pills before she left my side. I hated how I was feeling and mom was sorry. I was so sick and she wanted to take me to an hospital but I refused. I didn't think it was that bad, besides, I preferred my bed to the hospital beds. She knew it was because of the stress she had been making me go through. "Ariana, get me this, go there for me, pull me up, massage me, bring me some water, do it this way" all those errands wore me out already. I just wanted to be left alone. I was only a child. Mom stayed by my side for hours, apologizing: "I'm sorry, darling" she pleaded. Even when I told her it was fine that she could leave, she still stayed by me. "Please forgive me darling""Mom, it's not your fau
I didn't go to school the following week because I was waiting for it, and because I was still very sick. And it came. Mom came into my room, hugging me and trying not to cry. "Be calm, darling. You really need to be, there's something I need to tell you" She helped me sit up. Mom was already on her eighth month running. The pregnancy I mean. Cameron was still not back. "What is it mom?" "Your friend, ...your friend, Joe..." She stuttered, trying to look all right."Joe is dead?"I asked carefully. She nodded slowly, unable to process everything. Now the tears ran down her face freely. "How did you hear it?" I asked. Mom was surprised to find me calm."Someone told me this morning. I went there to confirm it, you were still asleep when I left...I ..." She broke down in tears and i just watched"Mom, don't cry please" i told her. "It's fine" i already knew. I didn't say that to her. He already told me. He told me he was going to a better place and there was nothing anyone could do