DERIN_DAWODU

Ireolamide is the lowliest and average person you would ever meet, but, like everyone else, she has expectations, wishes and dreams, only that her lower-class status is a huge barrier to it. She tries to forget about her limitations because her passion keeps her going despite her emotional imbalance.
          Stuck in a school with rich and posh kids, she has to bear their taunts because she’s the only low-class personality among them. With a smeared past that’s prevents her from having a comfortable life how will she bring herself out of the slums she grew up in into the classic life she wishes or herself and her mother?
All she is facing is attributed to her father and the horrible things he did to her when she was younger. Years after their separation he appears at a dance competition she participated in on sponsorship, he now pursues a relationship with her, a relationship they never had and so never lost, will she give in to his tactics or will she forgive him and move on with the new life he wishes to give to her? Past experiences cannot be easily forgotten, the scars and dents she has sustained have not been wiped off, as Ireolamide’s father tries to establish a bond will she reveal all the bad things she went through for him to know just how bad his actions affected her and will she allow him to undo the multiple wrongs he did to her that caused her a traumatic childhood?

Ireolamide

I watched the sky for a little while before going into my room to see Britany preparing for sleep.


"Try to come home early tomorrow so we all can go to the movies,"


"Sure, I'll be home before three, are you going anywhere tomorrow?"


"Maybe, I might have to borrow your phone in the morning to call my trainer, I need my phone back."


"two days into practice, I was using my phone instead of stretching, so she seized it and literally prevented me from being up-to-date with everything…painful but worth it. So, I need to call her for it. I need it back."


"Sure, thanks. Goodnight, dream of me babe."


 She rolled her eyes while I blew her a kiss and patted her forehead lovingly. I can be a goat sometimes. She crawled into a ball and drifted off to sleep, seeing her in sleep mode reminds me of a kitty, that's how she sleeps, really weird, but sweet.


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