All Chapters of Something On The Inside: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Writer's POVAge 11 She watched him through her window, as he rode on his bicycle with his acquaintances. Waiting for the perfect moment to thrown down the letter she had wrote, and had crumpled into a paper ball. With her heart in her chest, she closed her eyes and pictured his handsome face. Created mental images of him smiling, and hugging her tightly. And then kissing, just like she had saw in the movies. She could feel a huge smiling forming up in her face, at this. Seven years. It had been seven years since she has had this crush on him. It was her first day of kindergarten, and she was being bullied, and had her milk spilled by these bullies. He had seen her crying, tried to console her, and had offered her his own milk instead. He was really cute with chubby round cheeks that she wanted to stroke lightly. Of all the kids, he was the most neat kid. He even had a wrist watch. Something w

Writer's POVAge 17. She merged into the crowd of students who were heading to their supposed classes, her backpack slung over her shoulder, as she ate out from the candy on her hand, and began advancing towards her locker. It was the first day of senior year. She could feel her smile huge on her face. Because she would move out of the country, so she could start her dream tertiary institute. She couldn't wait to get over with senior year to already. With her left hand on the strap of her backpack, she looked around the school with a smile on her face. One more year, and she was free to live her life the way she wanted, with non of her parents under her neck, telling her what to do. Kids began moving away so she could pass, as the awed and wowed about her looking good. Some even had the guts to

Writer's POV Being fat wasn't her fault. She had been a kid. And was still very innocent. Had so much love inside of her, and wanted to be liked by all.She had loved food, and was told at home that she could eat as much as she wanted. Her parents had told her she was beautiful the way she was. And she had believed this, until she was being bullied by her classmates at school, for being fat. They had bullied her both physically and emotionally. Something that had left invisible scars on her insides. She also could remember how she was laughed at, and thrown food when she had tried to sing her own song, during music class. Her classmates and been so cruel, and her teacher couldn't even stop them. The woman had watched the kids bully her, and did nothing about it. Because she too didn't like her. She had been fat and ugly to everyone at school. Rejected by the one who she had developed feelings for. Not only rejected, but was als

Writer's POV "Just stop. Stop okay? You pushed me away, six years ago." Bolu reminded him, with her heart pounding with full force in her chest. She couldn't believe he just said he was inlove with her. And she didn't know why she she felt excited, relieved and disappointed all together. She had longed for this six years ago. Her eleven years old self, had wanted him to tell her this. She knew she would have been over excited on that day, if he had told her he loved her. But it had to take six years, with she getting rejected by him, nights that were spent crying, starving and vomiting, and then gaining confidence, having the perfect body, and then moving back, it had taken all of these for him to realize that he loved her. And then he had summoned up the courage to tell her. What if she hadn't left? She wondered. What if she had gone to school on that Monday, after getting rejected by him on the Saturday evening. She fe

Writer’s POVAge 26“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” Dave announced, settling the coffee at the side of the kitchen counter were he had his behind rested against.And Bolu’s lips parted out of shock. Because it looked like she hadn’t heard him clearly, and he had said something so different and normal.“I beg your pardon?” She uplifted a brow at him. Then yawned with her hand fisted against her mouth. She had just woken up,  clad in her pajamas, comfy flip flops, with disarrayed and was on her way to go get some coffee, when she met Dave already in the kitchen.He had his long hair packed up in a pony tail, and was putting on skinny black jeans, and was bare chested as usual.“You heard me clearly.” He replied, in his thick British accent. Looking good as the devil, he jammed his fists into his pants pocket, then gave her a displeasing look. “This isn’t working out. It’s all so obvious that we’ve outgrown the