Growing up, life wasn't easy. I grew up with my mom only after my dad left in 2015 not giving a valid reason as to why. Life ever since then was hectic. Sometimes I walked to school and my dad rarely called or sent us up keep. My mom had a small business that gave us a small income that we survived on. For my studies he did pay the fees,, but sometimes money wasn't enough. I used to hear my mom crying every night asking God to help us and I prayed but I really was angry at God, at my dad, why did they have to make my mother suffer.

I was born in Dallas Texas. When I was five we moved to Lebanon Kansas and have been there since. The house we lived in wasn't colossal it was enough since I'm an only child and living with my mom only it had a dining room a living room and two baths and The kitchen. I never let my friends visit because I was ashamed of where I lived, but it was only because of those friends. I had brought them to my house, and they said it was nice and the following day at school everybody was making fun of me, how I was so poor, how we had no car and I had no phone I was laughingstock of my class. The poorest girl is what They often called me. Likewise, Not only that, but I would take it all,, and I was desperate to change the school to go where no one knew me. The day I told my mom she cried and always hated it as for my dad, he wasn't moved at all he said that kids will always be kids and that he couldn't afford anoTher school. I cried almost every day scared of going to school I hated it, so I worked hard I always had perfect grades, and finally it all paid off.

My dad called my mom telling her I was given a scholarship at Roseland academy, my fees for my last 2 years was catered for. I was happy, excited for such an opportunity. So my mom and I made research about the school, and It was a good school for each kid mostly. It was a good school seeing that I made me nervous. I didn't have the fancy cars, clothes, the phones,, and I wasn't even pretty they always called me the ugliest girl in my class but at least I would be starting next year.

Since It was early December, and I was finally making 16 I had my New Year's wish with me praying for some sort of miracle.I looked through my whole wardrobe and my clothes were old and others were torn, others were worn out from repeated sowing. I was terrified of being laughed at again.

Fireworks went off and were finally in 2019. My mom and I sat outside looking at the fireworks.

"I love you baby Happy New Year "told me into a warm and breast

I smiled "I love you too "

...We looked up staring at the fireworks holding ourselves together and just like that my life began I'm Mezziah Greene and this is my story....