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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 · 若者
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Anger surged in me as I watched everyone look at him with admiration as he smiled and waved lovingly at them. They clapped softly for him and I felt a new wave of anger splash on the shores of the island where my past laid, awakening the beast of the island that held the secrets the land had deposited in its safe. It's no longer safe, it's going to be let out, and the beast would be let loose and I will have no calm in me.

And he's here, the man who assaulted me all through the early years of my life, who prevented me from having a happy childhood. Who was responsible for me not being able to dance right because of the pains I got from the injuries I sustained, he stood there smiling like he hadn't committed a single sin all his life…my father?

Mr. Bode Rogers.