England (Cookie)They boarded another taxi and off they went to Martina's house.When they got there, Cookie's jaw almost dropped to the floor.Geez.. they are really rich. Cookie thought, admiring the building.The building in front of her was like what she'd like to call a mansion. It was beautifully designed and had a giant gate. Everything in the house was well, properly and beautifully furnished with exterior designs. Cookie was scared to touch the living room door just because she felt she was going to leave stains on it.

England, (Cookie)Author's note: some chapters would be in a first persons POV from now on. Note that. Thanks......Something soft hit my head but I continued sleeping, then a nip on my skin followed by slaps on my poor leg but I just couldn't open my eyes, they were heavy with sleep. Then the unexpected happened, a pair of hands dragged my legs downwards, I struggled to stay on the bed as I gripped the sheets but it seems like my efforts was not enough because the next thing is i fell face flat on the floor. 

Author's note: Error!! Please readers do not read this chapter......Something soft hit my head but I continued sleeping, then a nip on my skin followed by slaps on my poor leg but I just couldn't open my eyes, they were heavy with sleep. Then the unexpected happened, a pair of hands dragged my legs downwards, I struggled to stay on the bed as I gripped the sheets but it seems like my efforts was not enough because the next thing is i fell face flat on the floor. "Ooowwwn!" I rubbed my nose, if I was white,

England (Cookie) I'm writing a story about a girl who's Dad is her enemy, she has no body, no love, nothing. Just her and her frustrated self but the thing is she is not someone who's going to give up, she's still pushing on, trying to be somebody in life.  I guess the book has something to do with my life but not exactly, my character doesn't run away from home (like I did) and my character doesn't have a mom, friends or any sibling, in fact aside from her Dad she's also bullied in school.  In my book I'd been able to express the pain she goes through but how she's trying hard to conquer it is more important. I didn't just pick up a pen and start writing, I sat down in a quiet place so I could put so much thoughts into it before writting it.

"I'm not perfect. I have scars left by people who did me wrong"- Anonymous. fabian POVLagos, Nigeria.******-----******"Fabby somebody wants to see you".I nodded, wondering whom that somebody was. Uncle Kayode gestured to his grandson, Wilson and the boy went into one of the inner rooms to get me the unexpected visitor that wanted to see me. About two minutes later, a number of about eight people came out and met us in the sitting room. "Aunty Bisola?" I was shocked to see her standing there, she couldn't even look at me, I guess it was because of shame. I noticed she looked thinner and darker compared to the pretty, light skinned woman I used to know. Her husband didn't really change, he was still pot-bellied, dark and a little bit chubby.I could recognize the other six people, they were their children. "Yes Aunty Bisola and her husband here.." He pointed at Aunty's husband "Wants to have a word with you" Uncle Kay explained. I stood up to leave, immediately he said that "I'