Good-bye

Angel's POV.

After I had that dream I just couldn't get it out of my head. I just couldn't help thinking about it. I had prayed about it for weeks. I had decided to share it with others. I told my history teacher Mr. Weah, he was my favorite teacher.

Mr. Weah laughed at me. He told me to stop hallucinating. He had asked me if I drank or smoke some substance before coming to school. He said, "Richardson should stop hallucinating, females will never become president in Liberia, again!"

How was that even possible? Can a human like me stop myself from dreaming? He must have be been crazy. I was disappointed by his words.

I am not a person who backs down, easily. His words kept playing in my head.

"Liberia is a hell on earth, it well never be a Paradise! Liberia will always have corrupt leaders! Liberia will never change!" Mr. Weah said.

His words made me angry. I couldn't do anything about, it. I am only 12 years old, I couldn't win a man who is fifty years old, in argument.

As they say; "It's a waste of time to argue with a fool." People argue for knowledge to be passed on and not wasted

Narrator: Angel was twelve years old and she was in the 10th grade.

Mr. Weah told my friends and others. They mocked at me. Mr. Weah posted my pictures on social media calling me " The crazy dreamer of Liberia's future".

People pointed at me as I walked the streets. I was humiliated. That was my worst experience. I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to pay sister Agnes a visit, to tell her goodbye for the last time.