The next day at school, during the training at lunch break as usual, Uncle Robinson read the rules to us like he always did before going into the lesson:Be punctual to training (It's either you eat your lunch earlier or eat it after the training). Coming late to training lessons attracts punishmentTraining lasts for two hours everyday. 30 minutes during lunch break, and one hour, thirty minutes after closing hour between the hours of 1:30pm-3:00pm. On no account should you leave the school premises except the training lessons are over for the dayWhen you're asked a question, you're mandated to respond as soon as you can.Do not eat during the training hoursThese were the rules for the time being. I decided to break all of them, and so when Uncle Robinson asked me a question, I acted like I didn't hear him. I also brought some of my leftover food to the hall and ate so openly. My other competitors warned me but I was hell-bent on getting disqualified. Uncle Robinson and the other t
Prologue The sound of the gurneys almost deafen my ears, and the light from these doctors' torches is blinding me but I keep running towards the scene. It is 12 o' clock. In the midnight, I know even though I don't look at the clock over my head. With sweaty palms and terrific faces, five gurneys are wheeled towards the emergency rooms by the late night doctors. Even though their mouths are shut tight, I can hear millions of inaudible sounds coming out of them. Each of the gurneys are being wheeled by two personnels, and each time they pass me by, i peer into them to see the victims' faces clearly because I can not see them from where I am.The first face I see is badly disfigured. It's got a big mark from the forehead down to her upper eyelid, her lips are charred and her jaw is almost totally detached from the rest of her face. Hot drops of blood trickle down her head to her chest and her dress is soiled. She looks like she is no longer breathing and just as the ambulan
I was christened Ariana May. I bear Ariana May Peyton in case you do not know my name, but I'd prefer to be called Ariana May. Peyton reminds me of pain.This is Ariana May, and this is the story of my life I am telling you. The ones you've just read is nothing compared to others that befell me, if you don't mind being patient going through my story. Hopefully one or two things will catch your fancy in the matter of character adjustments and or hope for survival.I am a bookworm, a book lover I mean. I've always been one right from kindergarten. I read so much books I felt I would explode one day if I didn't stop. I didn't stop, and I also did not explode. Instead, they made me smarter. I read mystery books, thrillers and fantasies or general kid books. I read teen fiction too but I stayed away from horror. Mom bought me all of my books. I've got at least seventy books in my bookshelf and mom got them all for me. It was not a problem for her at all.Someti
I didn't like compounding her stress. Sometimes I feel bad for letting her cook for me, or take me to school. But what can I do when I don't like the bus? Yes, I could catch the bus everyday to school, to save my mom some stress, right? I wish I could, but I didn't like the bus. Or maybe I liked the bus but disliked the people in it. Especially Big Joe. Big Joe's a classmate of mine. They called him 'Big Joe because he was tall, and his handwriting was huge. He was not physically big, but he was really tall. He was in fact the tallest in my class.I disliked Big Joe because he picked on me with every chance he got. He mocked my body hair and my size. He called me 'fat', 'rich and ugly', and 'clumsy'.He was right. I was fat and clumsy. Sometimes my steps get awkward when I walk, and it was because I was nervous and frightened by the people around me. About me being ugly, I'm not sure. Everyone I get close to, calls me pretty. He is the only one, (apart from the monst
I wanted to talk to someoneAnyone.So I went into Cameron's room, where he was working on his computer, and subconsciously hugged his leg while wailing on the cold floor."Cameron, I was kidnapped, some men..some men..." I couldn't let the words out. Surprisingly, he stopped typing and lifted me off the floor."A man..carried ...he....I was waiting for Mom...he..." I was stuttering, my eyes filled with terror.He didn't say a word. He just carried me into my room and rocked me to sleep. I had never seen him like that. It was so soothing that I soon fell asleep. It was because I was really tired, so it was easy to fall asleep under his soothing hand movements on my shoulder. It was the first time he ever touched me.When I woke up, Cameron was gone, and the room was darker now. I still couldn't process what happened in the past hours. My head was hurting, and my legs felt like steel. I carefully sat up on my bed and looked at the time: It was roughly th
"How did it happen mom?" My little voice shivered. Cameron hitting mom with his gold stool was a new thing. Ominous. He's never let anyone near the stool, not to talk of using it as a weapon. The stool that was worth millions of dollars. The stool where he ate his meals, and placed his gadgets when he was not eating."I resumed painting two days ago. I did it secretly because I wanted to ease myself of some anxiety.So today, I was so imbalanced at work, I had a runny stomach and the migraines were getting intrusive. I had to take some hours off work, and I came home to relax. But surprisingly, I found him home. I was taking off my clothes when he walked into our bedroomI tried to avoid him because I was not in a good mood. But he forced me, he.. he had his way again even when I told him I was feeling sick. I had actually been planning to tell him I was pregnant, but he ruined it you know.When he finally freed me, I called him a bastard, and asked him to
I trailed off as my eyes began to shut down. I was tired too, and the warm bath mom gave me had only put me in a refreshing position to sleep easier. I only slept for ten minutes because I knew what the time was, when my eyes were shutting down. I woke up suddenly, with a jolt, and with my hands on my mouth, because I knew a short scream had just escaped it. I made up my mind to protect mom, as much as I could, from the hand of her monster-husband, especially protecting the baby. I would not let anything happen to him/her, I told myself. If Cameron tried to lay his hands on her, I'd hit him with something big and strong. Or something small and sharp. It was not something I merely thought.It first came as a thought, but I let it grow into a plan. I didn't dismiss the thought. Because I remember seeing Cameron come to the door of my bedroom, he knocked and knocked, like a hundred times but when no one opened the door for him, he kicked it open and the door fell with a mighty thud just
After that incident, I didn't go back home. I stayed with mom in the hospital. She was there for four weeks, receiving treatment for her eye and throat. I went home with a kind nurse to have my bath because mom insisted that i live my life like a normal kid. She wanted it, so I did it for her. I dressed up and went to school as usual. In school, I was very quiet and didn't talk to anybody or answer my teachers' questions. I was thinking about mom's baby, if she was fine. Sir Colin brought me back to the hospital after school, because I insisted that I would not like to go home for anything.But it wasn't until my second week in school that the news about the incident began to circulate. It was on the lips of every student and teacher that .."The house of a multimillionaire business mogul called Cameron Peyton was burgled. The estate is a multimillionaire one called Kangaroo estate, a popular exquisitely built and gigantic building in the city, worth millions of dollars. As a matter