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The three faces of Beauty

If the memories you have of me are sad ones, then erase me like an untold story if the memories we shared are of bliss, then write my name in the book of existence. Never be late to do anything in life if you are to be late don't do it, do not promise what you have no power to do and achieve the dream I couldn't. The three faces of Beauty is a story of a young girl who relocated to a new place with her parents and met three different girls like her and thought lessons of three different phases.

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Chapter Four

Beauty and I had come to a place that she called "Nature's solace" I have never seen something so beautiful and alluring in my life, where I grew up always in bars and smoking but this is different. I felt at ease here, I love the quiet, it makes me think, but the quiet with a good view is peace.

There are steep rocks below, water streaming down the line and forming a pool at the base, I never knew birds chirping could be this melodious, or the little purple lilies growing at the foot could be this beautiful, trees of different kinds and shapes and oh a white tree shedding it's skin to reveal a rainbow colour, this is like a fairyland in the real world, it's amazing I said to her, thank you for this.

She stares at me with those lively eyes again and I felt the creep coming back to me. Why do you look at me like that I asked her, you are beautiful, too beautiful to see for yourself now, she said, I hope one day you can carry yourself more confidently and not hide behind I am a very strong girl base and don't worry I just really like you on a sister level nothing more.

Sisters? I asked ignoring the beautiful part, I am not really into that but I will try. She laughed and pat me on the back. How old are you she asked me suddenly, I'm thirteen, thirteen huh! That makes you a year younger than me, cool. Tell me about yourself and I will tell you mine.

So, I told her where I was born, how I grew up, where I walked, I told her of the fields, the sports, the girls and the boys, I told her of the red house, the bars, the music, the dance. I told her of where I hunt fruits, I love cocoa and cashew and I like climbing the guava trees, I told her of the plays I participated in and the one time I played house with the girls which were irritating. I showed her all my field injuries including the embarrassing ones and she laughed like she's got it all figured.

In return I learnt she doesn't go to school in this area, she goes to a boarding school, an only child and her skin were like that because she falls sick a lot. Her life was dull for someone who laughs and makes jokes a lot. I also learnt I am the first real friend she's got which was sad because I thought someone as free-spirited as she should have lots of friends.

The kids here aren't as fun and nice as those at your side, most of them felt I am an outcast because of my skin colour and they thought I will infect them with my so-called sickness like I am a plaque. My father rarely comes home, she said that makes me stay with my mum in the literal sense and I found out the reason I fall sick so much is due to my genes I am SS she said with another of her famous smile and my type usually don't last long, so why should I live for them but I will feel bad if one day you said you don't want to be friends again.

I felt bad for her and I felt sorry too, but I don't do pity and I doubt she would appreciate my pity, Beauty makes me feel whole and for someone who is hanging on a balance she sure lives her life well. I have read so much about this genotype issue and it wasn't uncommon for kids like this to have it, the fault is from the parents who didn't do a proper check of their states, and now she's the one who suffers. To change the mood, I offer to write her something about this place and she agrees. We continued to stay in each other's company until late and went to our respective homes.