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,

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.

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. 

Please follow my profile ??********* Deardre's POV:  The taxi that we are in pulled to a stop, In a nice compound filled with about eight different bungalows.I noticed most of the houses here weren't painted. well, except one that was painted with a blue color and seems like it needed to be repainted.When we alighted from the car, three kids that were playing with the sand that was heaped at one corner of the large compound, rushed towards us and hugged us.I didn't even know them, I felt so welcomed."what did you buy for us from Oyinbo land?" one of the kids asked.Cookie turned to me and said "this is uncle Kay's grandson" then she looked down