ROLLER COASTER

CHAPTER 1 Madonna had laid in her death bed and wished she was dead already. She couldn't even live her life independently, and it had been like that for the past few years. She was bedridden, and she was extremely tired of it already. She wanted to pull the plug already, and she didn't see any reason to stay alive anyway. She wanted to go to a place of rest.  The primary reason why she had decided to stay a bit longer was because of her children, but right now, she couldn't even bear her children watching her with such sad faces. She was tired of having to see her children cry each day they see her.  She had first been diagnosed with cancer some years back, and then it got a lot worse when she developed a stroke, and now she couldn't move any of her body parts. Even her neck required support to turn slightly around. A massive tear rolled down her eyes when she remembered days to go around to wherever she wanted without needing assistance from anyone.  Her husband had j...

LEARNING TO DRIVE  It has been said to me on several occasions that I'm a weirdo and I know it's true because I don't think I'm your regular kind of teenager as I would rather stay in my room and dissect engines and machines than go for high school parties or hang out with friends. My love for machinery started when I was just five years old. I would always want to know what my toy cars and trucks were made up of.  Now I'm 18 and preparing for College as I got my admission already, and I'm so into engines' development. Of course, I am intelligent. I bet it comes in handy when all you spend your time doing is reading and channeling your focus to engines and machinery. I got admitted to study mechanical engineering because of all machines I've come across. The car is my favorite. I finished college about a year ago, and I missed my prom. Yeah, I did because no one wanted a goofy kid as a date, and I was busy building my toy car empire. Going to a party wo...

CHAPTER 1. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and frowned. Why do I always get this sad big-eyed girl staring back at m each day? Couldn't I get something else to look back at me whenever I stared into the mirror? I was the significant definition of plain, and I had huge brown eyes, dark brown hair too, and worse still... Freckles! That was the ugliest anyone could be. I would have been worried about never having a boyfriend if I wasn't more concerned about other matters... Matters that did matter compared to getting a boyfriend.  I turned 18 last month, and I've never had a boyfriend. It sounds surprising but more surprising that it doesn't bother me? Sure no one gets bothered about not having a boyfriend when you have to work more than two to three shifts in between school to feed yourself and your siblings.  My dad was still in jail, but he'd complete his term by the end of this month while my mum worked her nails off. I had three siblings, and we all have t...