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Hello, I'm Zikora from Nigeria.

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I'm the only child of my parents.

And my parents were stinking rich.

I mean rich, rich, rich.

And as a result, I was overly pampered.

Dad is a US-based musician while Mom has a skin Care producing company and also a social media influencer who had lots of money.

And You know I was world famous.

I was treated like a princess, everywhere I went.

Even In the big, grand, gigantic mansion, I had lots of personal servants or Maids swarming around like bees.

Never mind, Actually.

I was schooling in one of the most expensive schools in town. and I was just the popular kid at school.

I mean who could resist my beauty? NO ONE.

"Miss Zikora, your mom's calling you for dinner!"one of the maids said, interrupting my thoughts.

"get lost, tell mom, I don't want to eat" I snarled angrily.

'I'm sorry ma'am"she apologized her head low.

"Go Away and send the message to Mom"I ordered.

"OK, ma'am"she said leaving the room.

I was a kinda bored, so I took my iPad, launched the wattpad app to read oziomajasmine's book "Adejoke", which I found captivating.

Until,I heard an approaching footsteps...

"Zikora!"

No One but Mom had the guts to call me by my name at home.

"Mom!"

"I called you for dinner, but,....."

"Mom!"

"What?"she asked akimbo standing by the doorways, her nightgown were revealing, so her bosom, hips and ass were kicked out. That I could see some.....

"Don't wanna eat!"

"why? for crying out loud"

"cause I'm missing dad and I wanna live with him".

"I see, he'll be back home by next month, darling".

"ok! Ok! I want pasta for dinner and add err.. salad.... Ok?" I smiled giving her a "I love you" look.

"they'll be no time to cook it, for goodness sake!"

"Mom!"

"Ok! Ok!"

"thanks!"

"Mercy! Mercy!"

"yes ma'am" she shouted from the kitchen, obviously running to my direction.

"Get Zikora, a pasta and garnish it with salad on top" she instructed.

"Ok ma'am"

"Get Ready, we'll be making a video of you eating, so eat with all splendor, Ok?"

"Mom, must I ?"

"yeah, you must!"

"OK, fine!" I said in surrender putting my hands up.

"I'll be leaving" she said poised to leave.

"Mom, the door!"

"ohh, I forgot!"she said leaving.

I finally retired to bed, this time with my laptop, opening the Instagram app, to check out my likes. because my notification panel was buzzing with messages.

"25 million likes, 20k comments and 2k shares" I read aloud.

Wait, Mom created my social media accounts when I was just 3 years.

"Miss Zikora, your food Is ready!" Mercy Announced.

"OK"I said poised to leave my room on my worlds most expensive flipflop when Mercy stepped on it with her dirty filthy legs.

OMG! What The fried tomatoes!

I couldn't take it anymore,I just went bunkers.

"how dare you?"I screamed.

"I'm sorry ma'am"

"you're sorry?I hate it when I see dirts on my belongings and you just ruined my one and only most expensive things, dad bought me, you witch! get this cleaned or I get you sacked and ASAP!" I yelled.

"yes ma'am"

I went out of the room in a fume, descending from the stairs to the well furnished and luxurious sitting room, then to the dining.

"Zikora!"

"yes Mom" I answered faking a smile.

"why were you screaming at Mercy?" Mom asked with a frown.

"cause I felt the need to!" I deadpanned.

"you've not answered my question"

"urghh..."

"Zikora!"

"yes mom."

"start to spill it out"

"Ok! she stepped on my Italian made flipflop, dad bought me"

"And?"

" I yelled at her" I grumbled.

"were you right?"

"yeah!"

"she's much older than you!"

"And I'm much richer than she is!" I snapped quickly.

"you're being proud"

"'cause my parents are rich!"

"don't let it get to your head"

"can I eat in peace, already?"

I asked, giving mom a long stare, before taking the first spoon.

"Ok, I'm done eating, Good Night, my baby doll, muah" Mom said giving me a big kiss on the forehead and then ascending the stairs.

"urghh....I hate it here.... mtcheww...."I smirked.....

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The next morning, I was driven to school and being the celebrity I was, my classmates were like...

"she's here"

"ohhh, she's looking gorgeous"

"I love her sneakers!"

Lemme tell you something about my school.

My School was constructed like the hotel buildings you see in a Korean movie, kids from round the world were trooping into the school and almost 98% of the teachers were all foreigners from the UK, US, Canada And New Zealand.

that wasn't my problem now, joor...

My Bodyguards were all behind me, they escorted me to my class and went back to the car.

Fortunately, I was the smartest kid at school the most beautiful girl at school, the richest kid at school, the popular kid at school and finally the sassiest one.

"Hello" a strange boy greeted.

He was my age, but a white guy, he had blond hair and that green–forest eye.

"What?" I asked in a British accent,'cause that was were I spent six years of my life before I and Mom settled in Nigeria.

"Hey, don't yell at me!" he said giving me a glare.

"How Dare you talk to me in that manner" I squealed.

"keep your voice low, Girl"

"WHAT THE FRIED TOMATOES....!"

"Ohhh, come on"

"Don't you dare! do you know who I am?"

"yeah, I know you're parents are celebrities" he grumbled.

I stared at him in disbelief. I mean others worshipped me like I was some goddess, because I was a celebrity.

"Hi, Zikora can we hang out this weekend?" Bernard asked.

"I'll text you before then!" I replied sarcastically.

I stole a glance at the foreign guy, who was named Fred, he wasn't even staring at me! I mean I was a celebrity's daughter.