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    She runs into the sitting room, almost bumping into her younger sister. Seeing the pitiful look on her sister's face, she decides to let it slide, most times she wonders if her sister was just blind or rather too clumsy, a day never went by without her doing clumsy things.

The sky turns dark and indicates a heavy downpour of rain.

She hates such weathers and what made her mood a lot worse was resuming school, on a day like this, It was more like a punishment to her, because she wasn't ready for resumption. She desired more holidays.

Getting to the dining area, she turns to one of the maids, who was coming out of the kitchen, without uttering a word she diverts her eyes to the dining table.

Picking a slice of bread from the table, and also trying to put on her shoes at the same time, she gets a smack on the back. Without looking above, she knew who was capable of doing such.

She wondered when she got there, without her notice. Her mother was a handful, even at sixteen, it didn't stop her from descending on her.

"Gidi, most times I wonder what you are learning in that school of yours." Her mom rebukes.

Typical of her mum, to always find a way to drag her school into any discussion.

Whatever she does, she would always ask, what she was learning from her school. If she doesn't fold her clothes properly, put her books in order, she always asked the same question.

Whenever her Mum was at work, as tacky, as it sounded, she always had her peace of mind. Her Mum was a handful, she was what one call a workaholic, but her eyes never left her kid's direction, she made sure to be informed of whatever was going on in there lives.

Her job was demanding. She was a doctor, although she owned a hospital, where doctors were employed, she was never reluctant, it seemed more like, she loved her job, because she gave it a lot of
devotion.

Lifting her head slowly, she turns to her mother, who she was sure, would give her another slap, if she didn't act quick.

"Gidi, I have prepared your things!" One of the maids says, while she gets down the stairs. Gidi lets out a gentle nod, not bothering to open her mouth.

With the amount of workers they had, she practically didn't have to do anything herself. Attributes of having well to do parents. They were just six in such a big house, her parents and siblings.

They needed maids and other workers to run the house when they were absent and Hence the house was very bubbly, with different workers trooping in and out, tending to their needs. Both parents were what one calls a working-class parents, the twins also had a nanny.

"Sorry!" She mutters calmly. Meanwhile, her mother looks away, making her heave a sigh of relief, this was new, her mum didn't talk much on the matter, which was unlike
her.

Her Mum could be sweet most times, also she could be a little bit shocking when she turns sour, that same minute.

She loved her Mum, no doubt, but she was just such a hand full. Especially with how bubbly and energetic she could be, never relent in giving her a mouth full.

Turning to the couch, her eyes meet with a sight which makes her almost scream, losing her cool immediately.

With the look of things, she was ready to go over and smack his head on the wall.

Her brother Grayson was so extra, he was about dipping her cell phone into the bowl of milk, which she was very sure, her sister Aaliyah put there.

Her siblings were so annoying, so she felt, what annoyed her the most, was the fact that her mum saw them as angels from above, they never seemed to do anything wrong in her eyes, unlike her.

Getting to her little brother, she yanks the cell phone away roughly, wondering how a four-year-old would be that daft.

She knew better than smacking him. Because her mother, won't let her hear any other word after that.

Walking back to the dining table, she almost bumps into Aaliyah again, this time she doesn't relent,
she hits her on the back, for dropping the milk carelessly.

"Mummy!" Now that was a powerful scream.

Turning back only to see her Mum glaring alongside one of the housekeepers staring, she gradually turns to Aaliyah, who looked like she was going to cry at that moment.

"Just that small tap. Did I beat you? Mummy!" Her last statement was a mimic.

Aaliyah had a kind of look on her face, which could make one feel pity towards her.

Geraldine knew that she did it on purpose, most times Aaliyah acted out of her age, she was only nine.

To Geraldine, Aaliyah was so cunning, forget about her age, she knew how to twist things to her favour, and also put on a pretentious face at the same time.

When it came to beauty, she took after their mum, even at nine one could see she was an angel. Although Geraldine looked a lot like her Daddy.

She was also a daddy's girl. Whenever she knew her Daddy was home, she did whatever she felt like, fully aware her Dad would always come to her aid.

Her siblings were Mummy's angels.
Especially Aaliyah. She was more like a goddess to her mom. But that didn't stop her mom from smacking her, with every little opportunity she got. Asher turned the house upside down, he was Aaliyah's twin. While Grayson was the baby of the house.

If there was something Geraldine
could remember vividly, it was the fact her mother, didn't show any signs of pregnancy, unlike Grayson's, during Asher and Aaliyah's birth. She was seven when Asher and Aaliyah were born. She was a kid but a smart one at that.

Those were little things she picked up. She was only twelve when her Mum gave birth to Grayson.

That period was the worst periods
of there life, especially her Dad. More like her Dad was going crazy. Her parents went distant.

If there was something she always wished for as a child, it to have such love her parents had for each other, with her future partner.

Her Mum was the most stubborn person she had ever come across in her entire life, but how on earth  her dad manage to cope with her, was still unknown to her.

The only thing she could pick out of their arguments then was keeping the baby and getting rid of it. Her Mum claimed she was a doctor and knew her chances, while Dad said she was being selfish, and also wanted to fulfil his selfish desires.

She didn't understand the basis of the argument then, they had constant quarrels, till it was almost time for birth.

Everything just went upside down.
For once she thought she had lost her mother, which would have ruined their family.

   Her mother was like the pillar in the home. And no matter how tough Asher acted, he was still a Mummy's boy.

Aaliyah and Asher were conceived through gestational surrogacy. The twins of the house, due to the fact her mother had complications while giving birth to her.

Her mum was just seventeen when she conceived her, she had complications while giving birth, hence she was told given birth again, was a big threat to her life.

Grayson was treated like an egg in the house, Aaliyah's case was way worse than an egg, most times, it seemed like her Mum loved Aaliyah the most. Asher always acted like a big boy. But deep down, he couldn't stay a day without Mummy.

"Gidi!" Her mom calls out in a warning tone. Meanwhile, Geraldine glares at her younger sister, who had that same pitiful look on her face

Walking down to the sitting room,
Geraldine heads down to the centre table, only to meet Grayson scribbling on her notebook, and this time around she doesn't hold back.

Now giving him a hot slap, which sent chills to everyone around. Even the little child, found it difficult to cry.

You know when a child is shocked, and is kind of crying inside, but the sound doesn't want to get out.

That was the situation at hand. If there was one thing she found difficulty in doing, it was tolerance and controlling her anger, those were her biggest flaws.

"Gidi, tell those people that sent you that you didn't get any of my children!" Her mom yells throwing a ruler at Geraldine, which she dodges, she didn't regret slapping her at all.

Her siblings could make one go mad. Last term, Grayson dipped her biology and Chemistry notebook into a bucket of water and the teacher who was teaching that subject was strict, she didn't know if she would cry or laugh, funny enough, the notes where very long. She knew what she went through copying those notes, the only thing her mother said was, "Leave him, he is a child, he would learn" She felt like strangling them both.

Geraldine grudgingly picks up her book, and pen, walking away from the crying child whom she didn't bother trying to console.

Meanwhile, Her mom hurries down to the crying child, picking him from the chair and trying to console him. Grayson screams immediately his Mum picks him up.

Her mother tries her best to control the child, at the same time, throwing killer looks at Geraldine, who simply continues to glare.

Feeling uncomfortable in her uniform, she knew, this feeling was bound to be felt.

She had slim fitted all her school wears, for a particular reason.

This was the first term, and she
was determined to shut the mouth of a lot of people, most especially a particular boy, who did well to irritate her.

"You don't feel comfortable in those. You are the only one who knows the reasons you slim fitted them!" She heard her Mum's voice, close to her.

Wondering when she got so close, most times she acted like a ghost. Currently she held Grayson whose head was carefully placed on his mother's breast.

Sucking his fingers, that was his bad habit. He hadn't outgrown it yet.

She knew better than to roll her eyes, although she was tempted to do so.

Her mother had always been against her wearing the kind of clothes she wore, telling her, it made her look like a boy, now she saying this was surprising, or she probably wanted to mock her.

"I told you what happened last term right?" Geraldine asks. She couldn't forget that in a hurry, normally she never took whatever people said about her to heart.

Most people called her a Lesbian, some a tomboy. She could remember vividly when a teacher asked how many boys and girls were in the class last term, a particular boy gave a response, bluntly saying there was no difference between her and a boy.

She being referred as a lesbian also made her mad, they didn't dare say it to her face, but they said it anyway, the painful part was not it been said, but the fact they believed it.

"When a girl starts caring is when she wants to impress a boy!" Her mom says thoughtfully.

"I am not trying to impress anyone! You always complained about how big my clothes were!" Geraldine asks,

"Sweaters!" Her mom corrects. "That's what you put on."

Her mum knew everything that happened in her life. She felt uncomfortable doing things without telling her, also making certain decisions.

"I just feel bad, knowing most of my peers calls me a lesbian behind my back," Geraldine complains.

"Don't tell me they say that to your face" Her mom replies calmly.

"They wouldn't dare oh, because I won't mind bashing their heads on the wall," Geraldine says with full confidence.

That was the only similarity she had with her Mum. Not taking shit from anyone.

Majority of her classmates called her a tomboy, not just her classmates, it was more like the whole school. She didn't know if it was because of her dress sense, or the fact she was never relentless when it came to fighting.

Apart from the fact she had a bad dress sense, courtesy to her Mum's review, her Mum never failed to tell her that.

Geraldine wouldn't call it a bad dress sense, but the fact she hated skimpy clothes and rocked on bigger and baggy ones.

Her figure wasn't bad, but her curves were always perfectly hidden in those outfits or hers, which made her seem like a boy, to top It all, the way she carried herself. She was what one would call the slim goddess, or abani like some Nigerians would call it. She assured herself, maybe her walking step was part of it, but could she change it? Because it seemed difficult.

Her tiny face, coupled with her bulgy eyes, tiny nose, perfect lips, which you could stare at for a long while, it wasn't like the pink of red lips, it was kind of dark, her hair which looked very curly and dark.

Courtesy to the fact she hadn't barbed it before, even as a baby, this was her first hair, it felt soft too. Her skin tone was something most people envied, brown skin.

It's kind of funny, how people always asked the cream she was using. Her teeth was her signature. It was just too perfect, knowing that, she never missed an opportunity to show it off.

"Gidi. I don't want to hear any complaints from your principal this term!" Her mom warns sternly.

Because there was no time in session, she wasn't called to the school, because there was no occasion that Geraldine wasn't beating someone up.

"Last term, you didn't right?" Her mom asks.

Feeling proud of herself, Geraldine had managed to maintain her cool, since she had been given a post, as the Deputy Senior Perfect Girl. Although it felt insulting, since she was under her biggest rival.

"I didn't and I won't!" Geraldine says calmly.

"Look, don't let whatever they say get to you. The fact you don't whore around, doesn't make you a lesbian." Her mom says calmly.

"Gray, I will soon cut off your finger!" Geraldine suddenly blurts out without thinking making her mom glare at her.

"Stop disturbing this boy!" Her mom warns.

"Mummy!" Aaliyah yells, it was obvious she was coming to complain, because it seemed like, she wanted to cry.

"Asher pulled my hair!" Aaliyah complains.

"That's it! Always looking for someone to have pity on you, get out of here!" Geraldine barks and one look at her mum, she keeps mute.

"Be here talking, don't get ready fast. I will leave without you." Her mother threatens. Meanwhile, Geraldine picks up a glass of milk.

She wasn't even planning on leaving with her, so she lets out a small smile.

"Daddy, said he will take me!" Now that was all she needed to provoke her Mum.

"Get out of my sight! Before I smack you, "

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