Success Bukola
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A QUEEN
Once upon a time, in a world far different from ours, there was a kingdom ruled by a powerful queen. She was wise, kind, and just, and her subjects admired her greatly. However, there was one thing that the queen valued above all else: her children. She was told she would never have children but the gods did smile at her atlasastold
By Success Bukola11 months ago in Fiction
THE NUMBER '2'
The Number '2' The number '2' seems to follow me wherever I go. Hi, I am Sarah Samuel. I'm 19, the second child and I have never been number '1' well to my dad maybe, but it wasn't enough. The obsession the number '2' had for me started in primary school. Truth be told, I was a joyous child I was innocent I guess? at least I thought I was. Teachers would ask the class who they wanted as class captain but no one ever seemed to mention me first. I loved being a leader, I basked and thrived in the attention that came with it. I loved being everyone's favourite but, everywhere I go, every place I find my self to be, I was always the second option to someone so, forgive me when I say I truly despise the number,It's so disgusting it rhymes with poo. I was disposable, the one everyone found easy to forget. The fear of the number made me switch to Art class. I was 12 when my father died, there was no one in my house that would exaggerate and brag about my non-existing brilliance In fact the only drive I had to succeed in all tests was the fact that I wanted to beat the person always holding the position 1 in my class and not because I was truly brilliant or I loved studying. I would read my books in tears especially when I wasn't understanding a topic ; something was always at the back of my mind; it was the fact that this is the survival of the fittest and I needed to beat someone in this race. I switched to Art class because I knew there would be fewer people to compete with, I would rather gladly take my position at Number 2 than be any other number that wasn't number one. It saddened me 'cause nobody really cares about the number '2'. The number '2' is just the first loser. Dad would say "my daughter is brilliant, you're the best in English.." while another girl was the overall best, I do not want to be the best in something, I wanted it all. Art class was supposed to give me 'all' ; I thought finally I would be able to beat her, when I scored 70's this girl scored 80's, when I scored 80's she scored 90's, I wondered why.The number 2 is a curse, it just won't leave. I remember the day I was to check a result that would determine my entry into the university. I called my friend (let's name her Lila) I called Lila, she said she wasn't too happy but she passed with a score of 250, many people barely made it into 230, of course that was an amazing score literally could get you into any course under art class. I told my mom she said "great,if only God can just give you that score" I swear on my father's grave my heart did skip a beat, a tear almost dropped. After that particular event my prayer changed from " God please, let me pass" to "God please, don't let me score lower than Lila". I had 252. I can't blame God though, he did answer my prayer but I still felt like a second option. I couldn't still get into law with that score. I study English and Literary studies now and the course drives me nuts everyday. A boy I liked picked a friend over me not once but twice. The number '2' is my curse even I am second option to myself. The only thing I felt was mine is my birth date December 9, which I also share with a friend, whom everyone seems to prefer more than me. Don't get this all wrong I love me, well, sometimes but I assure you that I'm not envious of these girls, I just wished I could have more. It is clear now that the 'number one' will never be for me. I don't waste my time chasing it anymore. "The number 2" will also be number two to the essay "The letter S" because I was inspired by it.
By Success Bukola11 months ago in Families