I kept on running with no destination, I turned back to see if I was still being chase by a man who was clearly harmed and he was still pursuing me, seems like he had also increased his pace. I ran as fast as my leg could carry me. The more I ran, the more it felt like he was meeting up with me, it was like I wasn running fast enough, or I wasn even running at all.

I was afraid that he might soon catch up with me, what scares me the most was the fact that I was lost in these thick woods. The thought of me getting killed, kidnapped or even raped frightens me, making me cry the more while I ran for my precious life. Suddenly I felt a hand grab my hoodie throwing me to the floor, I fell with my eyes closed while I screamed for help as loud as possible.


I woke up still screaming, then I realized it was a dream, I heaved a sigh of relief and lay back on my bed with my eyes opened, looking at the ceiling. I turned to look at my sister Jenny, who was sleeping on her bed next to mine. I was happy to find her still asleep, at least I i didn wake her up with my scream, she needed the rest as she must have had a hectic day at work. I was lost in my thoughts thinking about my family situation. I was only seven when my dad died and ever since then, things hasn been easy for mum. All efforts for mum to find a good job in New york was abortive. Two months later mum suggested we move to her Italy, her homeland. She sold dads property so we could afford the plane tickets and an apartment in Italy. When we got ot Italy, mum was lucky to get a job as a maid but it wasn enough, it was as if we get poor each day no matter how hard we work our asses out.

I am currently eighteen now and I had three part time jobs hanging in my neck together with school. My elder sister Jenny, works all day when she was supposed to be in school because mum couldn afford to send the both of us to school. Mums salary wasn even enough to take care of all our needs, I guess we are just destined to remain poor anyways.I checked the time, it was fifteen minutes past six in the morning, I turned to sleep hoping not to have any bad dream when I noticed a uniform hanging on the wall.

”Oh shit ” it was my first day at Royal Height school, how could I possibly forget. I was awarded a scholarship to study in this prestigious school there by making mum and Jenny proud. It was a big relieve to her, she wouldn worry about paying school fees any more. They were so happy, they went round boasting about my admission to our neighbors, some of them where happy for me, while some were jealous, as usual there are always the bad eggs among the good ones.

I started preparing for school immediately, it was my first day and I wouldn want to be late. I had just two and half years to study in this school I needed to be focused, I started began to wonder if I would be able to cope in this type of school, I doubt if any of those rich kids would want to associate themselves with a poor girl like me who is on scholarship.

”Would I be able to cope ” This was the question I keep asking myself, but anyways I promised myself not to mind nor care about their attitude towards me. ” I will go there, study and come out with the best results, in order to be awarded another scholarship to study in another prestigious university, graduating with a first class and get a good job that would be able to take care of mum and Jenny ” i told my self looking directly at the mirror with a serious face.

By thirty minutes past seven, I was all dressed up and ready to leave. Mum was awake and had prepared breakfast, she even packaged my brunch which I will eat in school. After I was done with breakfast, mum hugged me and began to give me tons of advice, I had remind her that I would be late, before she let me go. I turned to bid her good bye when i saw Jenny coming out from the room, she was just waking up. I smiled at her and she responded with a wave. I entered a public bus to school, I stood throughout the drive because the sit were occupied with passengers. I noticed that majority of them were looking at my uniform with awe. I guess they were wondering what a Royal height student was doing in a public bus. It never happens, it is either their parent or driver takes them to school, while some use school bus which i clearly can afford. I just tried my best to forgo their endless stares.

I eventually arrived at the one and only Royal height school, the undoubt

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