Ireolamide

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?

DERIN_DAWODU · Teen

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33 Chs

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"I used to believe we were burnin' on the edge of something beautiful..." A voice sang out and I looked at the direction it came from and I saw it was from Kendrick, I immediately rolled my eyes at him, he has been trying to get me to be his girlfriend since we were in Year One, and now, we're in Year Three, this boy still hasn't given up. He started singing the lyrics of songs to me last semester and I use a counter-song from the same musician or others to give him a response...so today, he's singing Justin Bieber's "Let Me Love You." And I have the perfect counter-song for him.

"I used to believe we were burnin' on the edge of something beautiful, something beautiful

Sellin' a dream

Smoke and mirrors keep us waitin'

On a miracle

Say go through the darkest of days

Heaven's a heartbreak away

Never let you go, never let me down.

Oh it's been a hell of a ride

Driving the edge of a knife

Never let you go, never let me down

Don't you give up, nah, nah, nah

I won't give up, nah, nah, nah

Let me love you

Don't you give up nah, nah, nah,

I won't give up nah, nah, nah,

Let me love you

Let me love..."

My counter-song.

"For all the times that you rained on my parade

And all the clubs you get in using my name

You think you broke my heart, oh boy for goodness sake

You think I'm crying on my own, well I ain't.

And I didn't want to write a song

Cause I didn't want anyone thinking I still care

I don't

But you still hit my phone up

And, baby I'll be moving on

And I think you should be somethin' I don't wanna hold back

Maybe you should know that

My mama don't like you and she likes everyone

And I never like to admit that I was wrong

And I've been so caught up in my job

Didn't see what's going on

But now I know

I'm better sleeping on my own

'cause if you like the way you look that much

Oh, baby you should go and love yourself

And if you think that I'm still holding on to something

You should go and love yourself."

A rain of applause sounded as I ended my song…I don't have time for all this, don't get me wrong, Kendrick is very handsome, but…I'm not interested, he's like…a boy to die for, he has the cutest eyes and smoothest dark skin, but…I'm not into love yet. I have a lot on my mind and…he's not going to help me.

"I wonder why you keep settling for a girl of low standards who has even lower standards in her choice of boys, Kendrick."

What?

I reeled around and saw Kathrine standing at the door with her hands folded, standing model-like and all…I really don't like this girl, she has been my rival for so long, it's not like I'm the best, I'm more of an average student and she's top of the set, but still, she just loves to taunt me…and I hate that.

I stood and walked to her standing head-to-head with her…we're both 6'2, slim and great dancers, only she's dark and I'm light skinned, and she's just better, far better than I am. I mean, this girl has appeared in hit music videos of top musicians in Nigeria's music industry...everyone in my set has…except me, I'm the only one that has never been called to dance in a music video…it's sad, but, what can I do about it? I only want to dance…but…I don't have the opportunity to show the world my talent, and it seems I'll never get that chance.

"Repeat that Kathrine." I demanded.

"Should I…no, I don't think so, you see, Ireolamide…Kendrick is just wasting his time on you, but he doesn't know that and I don't know what he sees in your…skinny…dry…useless…untalented…purposeless body."

I hate this girl.

I should have rushed at her and pulled out her hair, seeing she's in braids it'll hurt her even more, but my mother has taught me better than to fight someone, especially in public…especially an egoist like Kathrine.

"Aww..." I cooed, "Thanks for the compliment Kathrine."

Fight fire with fire.

I walked away from her with a smirk on my face. Yes I'm skinny, but that's my stature, that's how I was created…I'm a dancer, my talent, my passion, my purpose in life.

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