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

    Anger burned in me as I squeezed the paper. Lies, lies, nothing but lies! He's coming for me? What a joke! He wants a second chance? He'll get that in hell. All that man ever did to us was hurt us, and cause us trouble and sorrow, now he wants us back?  He really thinks I'll let him back in, doesn't he? He wants us to let him back in so he can hurt us the more, how cruel of him.


"Bullshit!" I exclaimed and laid on my bed with my face in the opposite direction from Brittany.


"What's wrong Ire?" she asked with her voice laced with compassion.


"Nothing Brit, I just want to sleep." I responded then I felt her hand rest calmly on my shoulder as I closed my eyes in anger.


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