The noise just became more worse than it had ever been. Yes, year 11, my final year in high school. I attend Kingsley Global Academy, here in London, and I’m in Mass communication/ media study pathway. I have no friends, well typically, only one, but she’s my cousin sister, an African like I am, from my maternal side. Her name is Cloet Prine and she has a younger brother, Desmond Prine.
I gaze at the board staring right at me as the Politics teacher, Mrs. Mabel, continued her teaching which other students behind me weren’t even focused on.
I’m Amara Seline. My father, a Founder & CEO of a multinational conglomerate, a multi-billionaire, expects me to be living a luxurious lifestyle, even as a student, yes, I know. I’m supposed to be hanging out on dates every 2-3 days every week, often every day, but that can’t happen anymore cause of my mom. I had lost my mom at age 9, though, she was my favorite after my dad, and I still feel uncomfortable exposing my identity after her death, because of the terrible event I had experienced at my former school; Hampton Grove Preparatory Academy where I started my education at age 3 till age 15 when I left
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