Chapter One

April 2007

Today we are moving to a new place, a new life, and a new beginning. I am a bit mortified by the whole idea of leaving where I was born and where most of my childhood is spent. I grew up in a middle-class family and we live in a place most people call the town's outskirts ghetto.

My father is a medical personnel and he is very good medical personnel and my mother is a cleric. I have got six older siblings and a little brother. You know in every family there is always a black sheep and I guess I am mine even if my family has no idea about it, they were focusing on the older generations.

By the way, I just turned twelve and my family is edging towards the second-class family. I think my growth is part of the reason why the move is imminent. My father is always edgy about the environment a child grows up and this area isn't a good place to grow a young lady like me. But that was a bit late and early because my heart started to think about the wonders of the bars and cunts around me.

we have got red houses, bars, young boys trained to hold arms, music, sport and most importantly schools. Just last week I saw people making out on the field and it's quite fascinating seeing how that works. My hubbies are bizarre as my friends say, I prefer playing ball on the field than playing with dolls like a girl, and I very much prefer having an adult conversation to cartoon talks like my mates.

All these aren't the least of my families problem, I once tried a smoke, even though I don't find it appealing as the adults do, I wonder what they see in it though and my curiosity was what got the best of me in that aspect, now I regret ever trying it and vowed never to do that again.

Things work out for me well in this community, I get to boss people around, play to my heart's content and make little troubles did I mention I walk mostly with boys and not girls this is partly why my mind works differently than normal girls would.

Girls my age now have what they call a mental attraction to the boys around, you see a boy with a dimple, he is the most handsome in their world, I mean who gave them this lame idea and the more handsome you are the better, they could include you in their play and began playing house and dress with you. Lame if you ask me.

it wasn't that I never had a crush too, this is where I experienced everything for the first time right? His name was Larry, a very cute guy in my books, tall and dandy, with all those hairs, arrogant and annoyingly cute and he knows it, I guess that's why girls fawn over him until he met me.

The first time we met we fought, he had come to my hood and started acting like he was the boss, nobody likes to be challenged. Though I must say he was quick to win the hearts of many around me and I was forced to make peace with him. Gradually we became too close to each other, talking about everything and anything and I got my heart broken when he left for the states.

Today I am the one doing the leaving and I felt sad and happy, annoyed and cool about it, I will miss my friends dearly, my schoolmates and my childhood best friend who happens to be a girl Kay. But I had no choice and no time to say goodbye to them. it hurts to leave But I know partings and meetings are part of what makes us, some partings are hard and some are for the best, I strongly hope this is for the best.