DIANA
"... Enjoy your Pizza." I said to him smiling widely.
"Thanks." He replied shutting the door. I walked up to where I parked my scooter, I wore my helmet and sat on it ready to move. I ignited the engine and rode down the street in great speed.
"Diana!" The children on the street called and I wanted at them as I zoomed off.
INTRODUCTION
I am Diana Williams, and I am 23 years old. I live with my Aunt Rita because my parents abandoned me because of their own misunderstandings. It is as simple as that, I hate them so much.
I behave any way I want and feel, and people say it to my face that I behaved that way because I didn't live with my parents. I don't want to ever see them again, but they keep visiting making me feel sad.
Why couldn't they norture me Even though they had misunderstandings? For crying out loud, I am their child. I wasn't adopted and I shouldn't be treated like I was.
I will be forever grateful to Aunt Rita, she took me in and saw me as her child. She is barren and doesn't have any husband. I wish I could do something to get her pregnant.
She never treated me bad, even till this present time. She never saw me as an adopted child, she showed me the love my parents didn't show me.
If it means working for her till I die to make her happy, I would do so.
Coming to the relationship part, I have dated many guys because I smiled very beautiful, but I never actually had true feelings for them. I just used them to while away time.
Presently, i have no one to share my feelings with, because I am yet to see the right person.
That will be all for now. You will get to know more about me later.
END OF INTRODUCTION
I got to the shop and packed my scooter under the shed where I have always packed it. I walked in and I saw Aunt busy making more pizzas. I guess I would still be going on a ride.
"Mom." I called smiling as I walked to her.
"You are back early." She replied as I kissed her head.
"Yes. I wanted to come help back here at the shop." I replied and she smiled.
"Impressive, so we won't be causing any troubles today?" She asked and I laughed.
"We can't be so sure. You know people will always step on my toes, they derive pleasure in doing it." I said.
"You don't need to react always." She said and I sighed.
"Mom, they can't just talk or act to us anyhow because we sell pizza for a living. I will never allow that slide." I said and she smiled.
"Okay I give up. You just won't listen." She said and I laughed kissing her head again.
I was about washing my hands when I saw her contenance change to that of a sad one.
"Mom what's wrong?" I asked in great worry and she looked at me before speaking up.
"Your mother called." She said and I rolled my eyes.
"I don't want to hear it, and she isn't my mother. She is Eunice." I said washing my hand.
"She is still your mother, whatever you like it or not." She said and I koet a cold face.
"To me, she is just a family relative, what does she want anyway? She abandoned me." I said in anger.
"Diana believe me, she regrets it and truly sorry." She said and I scoffed.
"I don't need her apologies because I don't know her and I don't need her nor Donald. I know only you and need only you." I said in a final tone.
"You shouldn't call your father but name, no matter what." She said and I breathed out loud dropping the ketchup.
"Mom are we going to stop this conversation, or I just go home." I said looking at her and she looked away sadly.
"Okay." She said and I nodded.
"That's better. You spoilt my mood already." I said feeling hurt.
"I am sorry, I just feel bad for them." She said and I smiled.
"It's fine mom. I said and she managed to smile.
"We need to finish thses pizzas before 6pm. We have to deliver them at the motel two streets away." She said and I nodded.
"That isn't a problem mom. I know the motel." I said smiling.
ISAAC
... AT EVENING..
I roamed around the streets in search of a job to feed myself. I have exhausted the garbage since last night and I need to eat badly.
I am Isaac Bill, an orphan that lives on the streets. I have always survived on the street since I was young. I am nineteen now and I need a job badly.
I can't keep picking up junks from dustbins for the rest of my life. I can't keep sleeping on the streets.
I am done doing that. I just wish the government remembers the poor ones soon. I have only two shirts and a trouser. No relatives, no friends.
I got to the front of a motel and stood in front staring at the huge and beautiful building. If only I could be a worker here, that would serve a lot.
I was walking away when a scooter passed in full speed splashing dirty water on me. I was used to it already since I sleep close to the road.
I swept the water away from my body with my hand.
"I am so sorry." I heard the sweetest voice ever in my ears. I looked up and I saw a very beautiful lady in front of me.
"It's okay." I said smiling as I began to walk away. I felt her stare at me as I walked.
This is the first time someone would tell me sorry after offending me. It feels great to know one person in the world actually cares.
TBC....
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