Chike! Just weeks ago, the name filled my stomach with butterflies. Now it brings the taste of bile to my mouth. I was beautiful, smart and talented. I wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up. Chile has shattered my dreams. I shudder in disgust when I think of him.

My name is Isabella. I am 16 years old. I am an SS3 student of Great Height International  school, Ibadan; or rather, I was. Now I'm a school dropout, just months away from my SSCE and 3 months pregnant. Yes, I know- one of those wayward girls, you might say. But I wasn't always like that.

I met Chike when I went to spend the long vacation with my aunt Clara in Port Harcourt. He was a 200level student at the University of Port Harcourt. I had gone to a store down the street to get something for my aunt when I saw him. I remember thinking to myself "he's so fine". Chike is cuteness personified. I silently watched him, taking in his handsome features. I'd never been interested in any boy like my mum warned, but I couldn't resist the charms he carried.

Then he suddenly looked up and his eyes locked into mine. I couldn't look away; there was something about his eyes. They were bright with a glint of something in them. Amusement? He smiled at me and I felt my heart flutter in my chest. I looked away, embarrassed to be caught staring. I was leaving the shop when I felt hands on my shoulder. It was him. He introduced himself and said he hadn't seen a beautiful face like mine around the neighborhood before. I blushed so hard and timidly told him my name and that I was on a vacation. He asked for my phone number which I gladly gave him and promised to call me saying he wouldn't miss the opportunity of hearing my angelic voice again. I went home with a big grin on my face.

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