Life is not easy especially when you're alone in a country where you don't know anyone. Yeah, I was a scholarship student but I had to find some means of getting money.Any job would do babysitting, a janitor, a delivery guy, or working in a cafe. I was so desperate for a job. How could I keep living depending on my parents who were in Africa? To make things worse I was new to this, with no work experience just a new girl in a new country with no money. Back when I was home, my parents did all the work and I was the queen. I would wake up at any time of the day and already find food prepared for me. I had four siblings and guess what I was the first child and that sucked. Everyone looked up to my parents, who were so overprotective of me so I spent all my 19 years in a cage with no socializing experience or anything but I was proud of something l did know how to fight. Even though I looked fat and stuff I was actually hot I could say. Not to exaggerate but I did have that fat round jelly ass and a small thin waist. Of course, I wasn't like someone from anime, my boobs were average size 3C I guess. I was so uncomfortable when I wore those dresses which trace your body since they would show all the hips and curves l had therefore to prevent that my mom bought me those dresses which you can't trace or see if someone is fat or thin you know and as l grew up l got used to it, it was my body after all like what was l expecting in Africa but now in a new country it was different.
A black girl with brown skin, lazy eyes but they would really open in terms of danger, a height of 179 cm l was really tall ( I thought). Life is so full of surprises and that's what makes it fun. I had just completed my high school and was waiting for my results. Being an A student was a really big deal in the family and I knew that with all the mess I wrote, I could have disappointed my parents. I just wanted a GPA of 4.0 and everything could be ok. I had lied to my mom that previously I had a GPA of 3.9 when it was actually 3.7. My holiday wasn't the best. I would have weird dreams about the exams all the questions I skipped and all the wrong calculations I did. I could take it anymore it was a living nightmare so I talked to my dad about it. He sent a few people saying that I had done well but I wanted him to show it to me.He even sent his beloved self and then I just decided to believe him as I was patiently waiting for my results. I had never been in a relationship for 19 years, no boyfriend, no lover my parents were really strict ( over protective l don't know ) but they wouldn't allow me to be involved in such stuff. Fast forward to the 9th of January, the results had arrived. It felt like a dream but how did I do it , l couldn't hold my tears anymore , a GPA of 4 I couldn't be happier. I thanked the Lord told a testimony even though I had written shit I didn't give a single damn about how I had passed. Was it the project I didn't care l had done it? I had led by example and all that was left was my pops (father)) To pull some strings and I would get a scholarship. After the 9th of January my life was so much better. I had good dreams and in addition, I also did my nails and hair, and began looking like a lady. As I had predicted, my pops really did pull some strings l had the scholarship to Germany and now all I had to do was study Dutch so that life would be hard. We were going on the 6th of August. A week before that and for the first time my parents allowed me to visit my friends and have a farewell party. I didn't tell anyone about the scholarship as everyone thought that maybe it was a celebration party. We did some shopping and flew to SA to get some clothes and snacks. We did the packing and the prayers and were so sad but I was very excited about leaving the prison for good.
Everything was set and I had also found some friends amongst us the scholarship students. I preferred the ones who were quiet and shy and Jack was the perfect guy. He really didn't say much I liked him for that and I was a novel addict so we would make the perfect team on the plane. I would take the window and he would stick his headphones in, and I would be reading my novel I thought. Ohhhh I thought wrong Jack wasn't quiet he was just RUDE a loser whom nobody liked , he wouldn't allow me to take the window, what a loser he wasn't even a gentleman. Grumpily I took my seat. I didn't have the time to argue with him for he would spoil my mood. I took my blanket covered myself and got ready to finish my novel. It was ( haunting Adeline ). We landed safely by 4 a.m, and we were taken to our respective dormitories. I was tired of the fact that we had to change several planes, which exhausted me more. I didn't even have the energy to greet anyone or even make my bed. I jumped out of bed and dropped everything I had on the floor and blanked out.