They got off the car, actually before she did, the white man dropped off first and opened the door for her, and that’s when she dropped off.     She wasn’t used to that, of which it is understandable, she was very young, a high school kid which was mature at that.     She had her own expectancies, she knew how she was going to fight whenever battle arose anytime, but she had this little concern that “what if I fail, then what?     What reason will I reason to my parents if ever anything bad happens? But she had this belief that everything will fall into place.     They got into the house, he offered her a drink, took a tour around the mansion and it was breath-t

They hardly had chats, let alone general ones at that. She was never comfortable around her. She knew she had to save some of the money for her hair, and for fun of course, her fun was having the good stuff, she loved food so much so to her that was her fun.   The big problem with the fun was that it had to come with its perks which were expensive. It wasn’t going to be really fun without her friends, so for her friends to be part of the fun she wanted, she knew she would have to explain where she had got the money and that was for her to know, it was personal, private and confidential.   She knew telling her best friend about the white man story would just be a shout out to everyone, and the school would see her as a prostitute. Not that her best friend was a news spreader, no, she wasn’t, but Candice was mature enough to know in he

Fortunately for her she was the "non school date", otherwise that was going to be a big blow for her. She really hated getting embarrassed in front of her boyfriend. School wasn't bad for her, although the pressure was sitting of  her throat. But then she remembered she had a Mastermind in Mathematics, as soon as that thought slipped her mind, she put I  her head that she had to call the guy.    "Guys, am afraid I have to leave you now, I really had a good time, actually you made my day.". Candice said it full of laughter on her face. One of her classmates added " surely guys, it has to be more like a picnic next time, just chill in a park before we sit down for our final exams". They all agreed to that, although Candice couldn't control herself, the only thing that spun in her mind was to hear the guy saying he is home and obviously not busy. They all hugged, then she parted a

She wondered why her love life was always upside down, she was just having a bad luck with every guy that she got herself involved with. But then she wiped her tears and prepared for school.    Candice was the type of a girl that hardly forgets, she always recalled things that even happened in her Chilhood when she was around 3 years, she was a very beautiful kid just like she was even in her teen years. Nothing much had changed in her beauty and personality.    On her way back home from school, she saw a young boy in primary, not in a good situation or state. A torn jersey, dirty collar of shirt, old school shoes with a torn bag and scribe hair it was.   She felt so bad on the inside, she got all emotional, wished to do something to help but unfortunately she co

She was forced to wake up early and do house chores whether she liked it or not, and that was the worst part of it. She usually grabbed two slices of empty bread and make her way to school.   The only thing that spun on her mind was her dream, a dream that was rare, a passion that was hard to find in her realm, passion that was never found or even studied in varsities or colleges, that was writing.   The way she loved it was beyond human expression, it's the only thing she knew and loved, so she decided to balance things out. Passion and exams it was. Boys aside.    Studying was the only thing she thought of even at break time, she wasn't the only one though, she was with her classmates. Unfortunately they began with the hardest, trickiest paper which we all know of.&