The first thing Amaka heard that morning was the sound of someone knocking hard on her door, not the gentle type of knock that says, "Good morning, are you awake?" No...., this one sounded like

“They will never be able to manipulate my energetic field no matter how many 144, 369, and 1111 frequencies they blast through the galaxy. You are my magic drink.”

I never thought that helping someone achieve their dreams could eventually become the reason you lose everything you thought you had built together. When I met her, I had never stepped inside a classroom.