From Hate to Love

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books, the interest for studying started when I was a child, my mom was a busy accountant and my Dad a famous lawyer, he works his

been working with my family ever since I was born and practically raised me, Mrs. Adams is an elderly woman in her early fifties,

to me, give me a peck on the cheeks like I was some toddler and

That was all,

is always lecturing me after mom leaves every

y weakness" he says sternly takes a pause, he takes a sip of his tea, glance at the newspaper in his hands, dr

t your School Principal, he told me you are the best student in your class and I was so proud, he even says it in the midst of my colleagues, I

ts meeting with the principal at 2:00PM today?" I stopped there and obediently dr

he?" was my Dad shameless reply, he immediately dropped the tea cup he

at, you are older " I said not willing to drop the matter I walked up to him with a total innocent expression, giving him an expression of a child that was being maltreat

d he went to his blue range over car and sped out of the compound without a backward glance

our overtime, and I only wanted to shut him up, before he s

able, her expression was unreadable, she was such a l

ow that" she asked looking at me lovingly, as she b

stood up to help

do not worry I will be there for the P

as a lie" I said going to my r

f he fi

r find out an

d followed me into my room sitting on th

are just busy people at least you are not left alone, I promise to always be the

always be there for me" I said painfully, that was

d began to comb the hair I failed to straighten after shower, Sometimes I wonder if to her,

nned beauty, my hair grew out was a brown shade like my mom's, my beauty was not usually noticed in our school though since I was the t

r school" Mrs. Adams said br

get go

the driver to drive slowly like she usually does before the

utside the house just me and Mrs. Adams every single day, no interesting event aside from occasional teasing of my Dad and Mom, my boo

rs to each other, which effectively affected my upbringing apart from the motherly love of Mrs. Adams I have never even known what love is, k

iately left since students were not allowed to bring their cars to s

he assembly field, As I was passing, I saw a group of students surrounding a particular class, peeping inside and whispering to each other, I moved closer since the class happens to be my next promotional class, I shoved and shoved past their middle, fina

irst seat at the front roll, her long hair were splattered around her shoulders, her skin was glowing, she was a

sit beside hers as I sat down she s

ied beauty, I was wrong to have thought my life was going to be