Chapter 11

AMARACHI

   God I'm so dead!

Aunty Lydia kept on screaming, calling me a thief. I didn't steal anything. I was innocent.

I knew she wouldn't listen to my side of the story.

My heart was beating so fast as if it was threatening to break out of my rib cages.

"God please help me"

"Aunty wait... it's..."I began but I was quickly interrupted by her.

"It's what?! It's what Amarachi!? After that old hag called your grandmother will see you as an angel not knowing you are a thief! Nothing but a thief! Just like your mother!"

Really? My mother? Why does she always add my mother in her insults! Why can't she let my mother rest?

My mother isn't a thief and I'm not one either.

"Aunty Lydia my mother isn't a thief"I said immediately surprised by my own bravery.

"What did you say?"Aunty Lydia asked