HIGH SCHOOL LIFE
" His picture that was in my room was not welcomed as I threw it angrily in my wardrobe, not wanting to see his face again. When I clocked seventeen, my eyes met with the picture again. But that time around, I wept, especially seeing the great resemblance we bore together. A part of my heart hoped to see him, while another part of me was against that thought. It was a mixture of hatred and likeness."
" I believed he might have a story to tell. Maybe, it was a great mistake on his part to have committed adultery. After all, he is not perfect. My other mind however was against it, making me think why he had to accept the divorce and also travel out with his new family. That was when I decided