My name is Riley- Grace. I am seventeen years old. .I am your ordinary teen just living an extraordinary life. This is the story of my life.
I was born to a filthy rich family, my dad is an ambassador, an interesting fact is that he is Australian and my mom is a doctor,she is Kenyan. I love my parents so much, the thing is with them I’ve never had the urge to rebel, they are like the two extreme ends of a spectrum and it brings a strike of balance at home. I have two brothers, Austin is eighteen he’s always been the intelligent one in family, he has always been scoring straight As. He’s an extrovert and there is no time his mouth is ever shut. We are extremely close. I think it’s cause we’ve been there for each other. This fall he’s joining University of Sheffield to study software engineering. To be honest, I’ve always hated computer science I took it up to IGCSE level and I got an A. My other brother is Samuel, he is twenty three. He has always been the voice of reason in the family, calm, composed and collected. He’s rarely in Kenya that’s because he’s a commercial pilot for Emirates. I honestly do not know where he is at the moment, the last time I talked to him was three days ago and he was in Thailand. I have a tight knit family, we’re always there for each other. I’ve always been a daddy’s girl that’s why I desire to be a diplomat, maybe work for World Health Organization. I’m actually sitting for my A- levels this year . I cannot wait to finish high school.
I am the school captain. I do have leadership skills, I think I was chosen because I do well in academics and I’m a human rights activist. Passing exams isn’t that hard, all you have to do is read. All I am saying is that you need to prioritize your activities, that’s why I don’t go out on school nights. Plus I’m not an extrovert. I am mostly with my best friend, Njoki, she’s really pretty. Her hair flows behind her back like a river in an exotic forest. She’s not too light or too dark, her complexion is titrated through a chemical formula unknown to man. Her beauty is like outer space beauty – never seen on earth. She has a vivacious figure, she was blessed. God must have created her on a Sunday afternoon after receiving His praises. She’s really funny and is such a great listener. She’s told me time and again life would be boring without me, I don’t believe her. I cannot forget, my better half, Matteo, he looks like a Calvin Klein model I know that makes me sound superficial but I’m not. I have known him pretty much my whole life and we’ve been through a lot from the time his parents divorced to when I lost my closest cousin to leukemia. He’s learnt to love my flaws and my perfections. Everyone says I have the life but really I don’t.
I have rheumatoid arthritis,it’s an autoimmune disease. It’s been difficult but I’m still standing. My bones hurt as hell, they occasionally swell but I have to live with that.I rarely discuss my health. I have my pediatrician to do that every two weeks. I have to take drugs daily that’s difficult you know. I’m a YouTuber, I have a large following on Instagram 30,000 to be precise. It comes at a price. I get hate mail a lot of times. I have hate pages
” Riley is TOO THIN”
“Riley is UGLY, being biracial doesn’t make you pretty”
“Riley is such a BRAT, so what if your dad is a diplomat?”
“Riley’s hair looks like a BIRD’S NEST”
“Riley should just DIE”
People talk about things they don’t know about. In school, I hear the comments people make about me when I am walking in the hallway. It hurts a lot. I started self harm, my wrists have scars, I would overdose on painkillers, I never sought help so one day I cut my wrists so deep aiming at the veins, the pain was excruciating. I never wanted to feel anything ever again. Today is my funeral, my dad is in tears I see pain in his eyes. Mum is hurt, she says a prayer. Dad holds her against his chest. Austin and Sameul are fighting back their tears and pain. Matteo is wearing the infinity bracelet I gave to him, he gazes at it, he cries uncontrollably. On his lock screen is a photo we took on my 17th birthday. Njoki looks like she’s about to die, she scrolls through her gallery and our conversations, streams of tears cascade down her cheeks. I’ve been dressed in white and everyone is in white to symbolize peace. Austin goes into the house to listen to Fix you by Coldplay. He breaks down, it was my favorite song. I performed it at a concert last year. I am sorry
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