SAMANTHA's POV

Barbie: Princess Charm school?

I roll my eyes. "Not this again," I hiss and toss it back into my drawer. "How many times will I tell my dad that I don't want to be a Princess?"

I rise and pick a game I would play in my PlayStation. I glance back at the Barbie CD and sigh.

My dad has always wanted me to be his little Princess but I turned out to be his little Knight. You can call me a Tomboy. I don't mind. In fact, e no dey pain me sef. Just because I don't fancy what some girls do, makeup for instance, or what they wear, colourful gowns and skirts or probably their favorite color, Pink, doesn't change the fact that I'm a female. Sadly, it does to the people around me. I like to have male friends because the girls I know like to cause stress. Me no like stress oo! I don't act all ladylike and the best part, though worst to everyone, is that I'm a skillful footballer. My talent blows the mind of people. The only thing that disappoints them is the fact that I'm a girl. Hehe! A strong-headed one for that matter!

My parents wanted to have a son. My dad is a politician and he is rich, very rich. They wanted a son as their first born so that he will inherit all the wealth they are storing. However, they had me and my mom had an illness that has caused her to be barren. My dad is still paying doctors to correct that but in the meantime, I'm their only child and I'm stubborn.

There is a soft knock on my room door and I groan. "Come in"

My mom peeps in and then sashays to me with her heels slamming the marble tiles. I roll my eyes. I don't understand why girls like heels. Can't you just appreciate your height? Must you stress your legs ni?

"Your cousins are here," she squeals.

"I didn't invite them"

"I did and they will be coming to your room now. Tidy up this place"

"But it's clean"

She eyes me and glances at the place. My room is large. Sometimes I feel it's too big for me. I have a queen-size bed in the middle and a walk-in wardrobe at a corner. My bathroom was also big. The place didn't make me feel comfortable so I like to scatter my things to keep the room busy. My books are always on the floor so as my balls and video games. I always lay some posters of footballers I love on the ground or around me. I like it that way. My room screams "Sam is here".

"Tidy it up," my mom says with a warning look.

"But I didn't invite them," I reply and cross my arms over my chest.

"You guys can bond," my mom tells me ignoring my words. "They said they want to do their manicures. You can paint your nails too".

"And why will I want to do that?" My phone beeps and I stroll to pick it. I kick a ball on my way to it and it hits my mom's heel. She stumbles but regains her balance.

"This girl! You want to kill me," her eyes narrow and she sends a heated glare at me. I shrug nonchalantly. "Stop this your madness oo. You are a girl and you must act like one".

"Lori iro" I mumble.

My mom hears me and her eyes go round. She says some insults in Yoruba and stomps off. I suck in a deep breath and shrug. I'm used to that though. My mom also wants a little princess she can doll up everyday. My mom spends millions and more on her clothings. She hates it that she can't even boast of her daughter because she knows her daughter rather wears her dad's old baggy clothes than a stylish pink croptop. I like to mock them that they prayed for a boy and got a girl who likes boyish stuff. They hate that joke so much.

"Hello," a thin voice scream before my room door opens again. My three female cousins that are of my age walk in. They wave at me and proceed to the vacant couch in my room.

"Arrange your room na. It's messy," one of them says. Her name is Nora. She is tall, what some may call average height, slim and dark-skinned. We don't get along much. She's like the queen bee of their squad. These three are always together and they attend my school. It's the reason why I love to snub them but my mom doesn't understand and keeps forcing us together.

There is Bisi and Damilola. Bisi is short but she has a good, curvy body stature that makes her proud and rude. She thinks she is some sexy, unresistable girl. Na her business Sha. Dami and I are kinda chilled. She is the nicest form the three. I feel she has a lesser confidence than them. She is a girl that has flesh but isn't too curvy nor slim. Boys say she is the least finest in the group. I don't know why she mingles with them but I feel it's because of her need to feel among.

I roll my eyes as the girls had begun their manicures.

"I love dark-skinned boys," Nora snickers.

"But I thought you said you like fair boys?" Dami asks.

"Sharap! That was before I met this new boy in Jane's party," she says and jerks her head at them.

I roll my eyes. If only my mom knew that it's only boys that is in these girls' heads.

My phone beeps again and I smirk. "It's time to play ball".

I go into my walk-in wardrobe and change to a navy blue tracksuit. My hair is an all-back hairdo so I put a face cap on it. I also wear a face mask and it's because I don't like people on my streets to know I'm sneaking out. It's not like I am though but in a way, I am.

Like if I go without my mom's permission, she won't say anything. She will just be angry. But if I should ask for permission to leave, she will take it upon herself to torture me by endlessly saying no to me. That's why I started to sneak out though. So yeah, I guess you can call it sneaking out.

I tiptoe out of my room and down the stairs. I hear my mom's voice in the kitchen. She's probably giving the chef instructions for my cousins' lunch. My house is a big duplex. Since I've said I'm rich, you can easily guess that my house was built using alot of money. I don't care about that right now. It's football that I care about. I board a motorcycle the moment I left our estate and I was on my way to a field to have a great day on a bright Sunday afternoon.

I can settle school work later! For now, it's BALL.

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