Bella P. O. V. continues...
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I walked home in the hot afternoon, the news in Golden high school isn't different to other schools i attended.
The hours spent in school was boring, no one want to be my friend and i didn't intend to make friends.
"Can i ever have a friend?" I thought sadly.
All my life i have just one friend and that is my dad, whenever am with him i never gave the feeling of having a friend a thought because he is more than a friend to me.
"When your father is your best friend, you shine more". Was the slogan i always use whenever am with him but now we are far away and am alone without a friend because am sure Mum can never fill up that space.
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I get home and saw another car in the compound which means mum have a guest. I went inside and saw a woman about mum age in the living room. I wonder how it's so easy for Mum to make friends, i wish it's same with me.
"Good afternoon". I greet them both, mum respond but her friend keep checking me out in disgust.
"I thought you said you stay alone with your daughter?" The woman said referring to mum with her gaze still on me.
Mum look at her quiet embarrassed. "Yes, she is my daughter Bella".
"Oh! The woman exclaimed eyeing me in disgust. I didn't utter a word before going upstairs to my room.
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I get to my room, after changing to a casual wear i did my assignment and started reading a novel, i don't know what to read for tommorow class because am yet to copy the scheme of work. After reading for an hour i started getting hungry but am embarrassed to go downstairs and watch mum friend eye me again so i decide to take a nap.
"Mum friends are just like her and Dad friends are like him too". I thought.
Show me your friends and i will tell you who you are. That saying is truth after all and am only realising it now. Dad friends never made me feel like an outcast.
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Later in the evening i am already up when mum came to my room looking paled.
She sat beside me on my bed and managed to force a smile. "Bella".
"How did your interview go?" I ask.
"Good, i get the job". She replied not so excited.
"Wow so when are you resuming?"
"Tomorrow" she replied and my joy die,Tomorrow seems too soon for me.
"My friend didn't make good comments about you". She said and i already knew that is why she look so sad.
"Who cares?" I muttered within my breath.
"When are you going to change Bella"? She ask already raising her voice.
I glared at her. "Mum if you are ashamed of me quit bringing your friends home".
She breath in trying to calm down." Am not ashamed of you, but your choice of dressing doesn't suit my standard".
I look at her unsure of what to say "I'm sorry mum". Were the words that escaped my mouth.
"Sorry is not all i want from you Bella, i want you to change". She held my hands. "I want you to change, make me proud to call you my daughter".
Tears form in my eyes. "I know you hate my personality mum". I sniff in and wipe off my tears. "But if i am a shame to you, i can go back to dad".
She drew me in her embrace. "Oh! Bella this is all my fault". She cried.
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Mum always blames herself for my personality because, when I was a child, she was barely around. She worked as a pilot assistant, and her work always made her travel around. Dad was the one I grew up with, and he always went to work early and came back late at night, which meant I grew up alone with our young maid, who always let me have things my way. As the odd child I am, I have always loved oversized clothes; most of the time, I preferred wearing my dad's shirts. Whenever I came back from school, I was mostly comfortable in his clothes rather than mine. Dad considered it a sign of love that he set aside most of his clothes for me to make me happy until I grew up and started loving oversized clothes. I hated it when something fit; it always made me feel uncomfortable. Mum was later forced to resign from work when I was 13 years old, after much persuasion from Dad and her relatives, but by then, it was already too late.
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Mum left my room after consoling me. I love to make Mum proud, I love to be proud of myself. But if wearing fit is the only way, i don't think it can ever happen.
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Later at night, i went to join Mum in the kitchen to prepare dinner, after supper i wash the dishes and retired to bed.
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It was a short night as my alarm woke me up by 6am, i was still feeling sleepy so i relax a little before getting up from bed. I admit i hate school, not because of the lectures but the students. After getting dressed for school, i went downstairs and met my breakfast on the dinning and mum already clad in a nice official suit that fit her perfect body.
"Good morning Mum". I greeted and sat to consume my meal.
"Morning dear, from tommorow i will be going to work earlier, so you will have to follow the school bus".
"Ok".Was all i could say hoping tomorrow don't come sooner.
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Mum drop me off at school and drove to work. I entered inside the school very sad thinking of what will become of me if i start following the school bus, i was lost in thoughts that i didn't notice the wall in front of me untill i hit my head hard on the wall making me almost fall but someone held me. I turned to look at my savior and saw an handsome looking guy.
"Thank you". I said trying to get my balance. But he pushed me down making me fall and everyone laugh.
"You welcome". He said laughing and walked away.
"I hate my life" I lament and let out my tears.
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I get up and carry my bag then picked to my heels, i ran away in tears, i don't know where i am running to, but i am still within the school. I ran far then found myself somewhere.
"Where is this place?" I ask myself.
"Oh! I am lost" i cried and sat on the ties already tearing up. I sat down there for few minutes before falling asleep as i felt myself lie on the cold ties and slept peacefully. I wake up when i heard voices and laughers that made me get up. I yawn aloud and everyone around laugh louder. I quickly carried my bag and started finding my way out. I succeed out and found myself in the school garden.
"Awwww... Nice smell". I comment touching the beautiful flowers making the butterflies fly around my body. I was busy admiring the flowers and playing with the butterflies before i remembered that i have a class. I picked to my heels and found my way to the hallway while i went to my locker to get the things i need for the next class because i already missed the first class. I went to seat somewhere till it's time for the next class.
When i went to class everyone look at me followed by laughter and I went to my seat in tear.
"Why do everyone hate me". I cried.
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