MY IDENTITY

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE

As soon as the tutorial was over, i picked my black cross bag and head out. I overheard them gossiping and sneering at me. The truth is that, some times its hurt hearing different stories about it. Other times, It doesn't hurt because it's part of who I am now.

I can't stop them from talking but I can simply ignore them. Walking out of the class with my head high, memories of the very incident elucidate through my mind.

(FLASH BACK)

Just after the time clocked 6am, the small square white clock started buzzing. It was annoying, just when the sleep was about taking a course.

I hate to be disturbed when sleeping, but I've got no choice than to sluggishly stand up and scurried my way to the bathroom which is about eight steps from my room.

The best thing about bathing is the running water on my head, it gives me joy and I make sure to take all the time I've got to mesmerize and fantasize it.

Few minutes later, I got dressed up and ready for the day activities.

"Hannah! Breakfast is ready!" That's my mum calling from the kitchen with her loud soprano voice serenading the house. She's got the most beautiful face and voice. I often envy her. Dad on the other hand is quite tall and muscular with a neat beard settled on his jaw.

"OK I'm coming!" while fastening my shoe lace tight to my satisfaction, then I got up from the golden chair adjacent to my bed, stamped my feet to see how fit it is, lastly took a peek of my lovely black skinned face.

"Good". I muttered. I took my bag pack, stride to the sitting room then turned to the left side of the room that leads to the kitchen. Sometimes, I get confused as to why dad bought an apartment these big when we are just four in the house. It has four bedrooms and two big sitting rooms. The first sitting room is mostly use for receiving visitors and it is designed to attract and distract guest who came visiting. It has three long orange couch set to give a curvy shape. On the wall has a 32'inch plasma television that is always switched on for emphasis sake and a long flowing river mountain portrait hung up. Below it, has a long black shelf filled with memoir, books, awards plaque, etc. It link to the second sitting room which has two long silver couch and one golden king size sofa with a plasma television hung up on the wall, in between the walls have big family portrait of ours taken some years back and a medium size portrait of dad, and it also linked to the kitchen and to the end is the guest room, finally a little passage with a stairs that leads to the bedrooms. Dad and mum own the first door, the second is for my older brother and the last one is mine.

I was welcome by the sweet scented aroma that filled the kitchen. "Hmm" mum is a good cook, no doubt about it.

"Good morning mom, good morning dad" took my seat next to dad.

"Good morning dear" the couple chorused.

"How was your night rest?" Dad said.

I shrugged "fine." Watched as mum dish out the food in three different colored ceramic plate. It was dad's idea to have a colored ceramic plate for everyone. We all picked our favorite colors, dad's favorite color is green because he believes green is calm and have a natural element that flows with it. Mum's color is purple, she always emphasize on being a royal being and purple is the best royal color and not pink.

While my older brother Tomiwa picked color red as a sign of loyalty and a diehard fan of Manchester united. I love blue because it spark out the royalty in a person just like mum loves purple.

As soon as she served us, I dig in as fast I could because I was already running late for school.