Intense Emotional Torture

The funny thing is that students of her class used to ask her to make them essay topics, more than 10 students could ask her to do that, and guess what?

She did that without a problem, some students would even go to the extent of paying her for that and it melted her heart I mean more cash, more yoghurt, more pizza and of course best hairstylesince she always wanted what was best for her hair, am talking about the best from the very best.

The funniest thing is that students from other classes would come to her in class, pleading her to write articles or essays for them in exchange of payment, she agreed to that without any slight problem, and when she did it for them, she did out of a good heart, did her very best within a very short period of time,she was fast!😎

 And guess what?

Those people scored a minimum of 75 percent. That’s how she advertised her skill of creativity. On top of that, Candice was a fast thinker in Literature and the English Language.

She could write an essay in 20 minutes, very good one at that, and that act she pulled, made her teacher notice how much passion she had with the subject.

She used to write the longest essays in her class, the only girl that never minded writing six pages for an essay whilst other students wrote 3 or four, thinking it was too much of a thing.

To put it bluntly, people  hate writing so much, the percentage of writers is low, like really low compared to other careers, I don’t think its even a career, I mean one doesn’t go to tertiary to learn how to write...you know what I'm talking about right?

Writing is just a skill, a talent, a gift that is hardly found. Whenever one tells people that they are writers, people just have that glow in their faces, they get surprised, they don’t even know where they could start, but Candice never had those thoughts.

Whenever there was a novel to read in her class, she was always the reader,and guess what?

She was always chosen😋 such that no one could believe that she has always been a reader of all the classes she was into since grade 2 and she believed that it wouldn’t even change in her very last class of high school, she loved it after all.

She got home with her report, in a very good mood, showed it to her father, congratulated her as if she had her IGCSE results, she loved her father more than anything in this world. 

She never liked watching him work very hard since he was getting older and older, her wish was just to see him resting all day, unfortunately that was not up to her, and far from happening.

She couldn’t wait for her mother to see the report, as soon as she heard the car coming from the gate, she quickly rushed to take it and throw it on her face as she got In the door, and what did she do?

She simply did that without any problem or any second thought that might have came up in her mind. 

Her mother was out of words, she had done very well, far better than the second term. She looked at her with lovely eyes, hugged her as if she had surprised her with an SUV car. She was just too happy for her.

Candice wasn’t excited about the passing thing because her mother was going to buy something for her.

No! She wasn’t. She was happy because she never expected it after all she’s been through in that current year, she felt like she deserved it.

She never forgot also to thank the Father of creation, father of all humanity, the father of all nature, the father of everything that had breathe.

She had had a tough year, a very tough one with all the boy-relationship scandals she had, she never thought she would pull through, and most of all, the passing away of her father she hardly known and having to live with the regret had been just too much.

At least she was still single, single in a way that she had no baby, she had more and more reason to push for her dreams till they came true.

Most teen girls in her home hood were already pregnant, had babies which they couldn’t even take care of, and that’s the last thing she wanted, she wanted to own a baby when she had gotten married.

That was her wish and note that not all wishes come true, wishes are just wishes.

Candice  never liked settling in one place for a long time, she never. She always thought of places she could visit on end of year school holidays.

Well, unfortunately for she never had relatives, no uncle, no fathers, no grandmothers or grandfathers, nor cousins, the only family she had was just the family she had and of course her biological mother whom she couldn’t count as a helpful person, she wasn’t useless, nor, she wasn’t just helpful.

She would have visited her best friend of high status but she hardly did that and she just never thought that her parents would agree of that.

I mean she knew that if that would be the case then the visit would only be one or two nights, she never even imagined herself asking for it. 

Madam first lady wouldn’t visit her friend just because she is of high society but they were friends even before she knew her status. She wasn’t a user, nor hypocrite, she had great pure love for all people.

We all know that even the softest heart has a breaking point, everyone has so she did too, and her bad side was bad, I tend to wonder if it was really that bad.

I mean her breaking point was usually to snap at the wrong person, get emotional and cry, apologize and let go.

She was just a forgiving girl, her forgiveness was rare, but forgetting was one thing she failed to do, which is understandable beyond measure.

She never liked it when people took advantage of her, she wasn’t the talking type naturally so it’s not like she could do something about it.

She was facing emotional torture almost every day, cried and moved on. Whenever she felt crowded by her emotions, she would just take a long walk that could take an hour or two, refresh her mind in a very quiet, lonely street, especially in the evenings.

Walk and toy around the road alone, cry if she wants to cry, speak alone, shout and scream all the pain out. Why though?

Simply because there was no one to glaze at her, comment about her act and most of all worry about her pain in the eyes. It would just be her in her own planet, in her own world and most of all be her very own self.