I have something special to show her, even though she can't stop asking questions. It will be our first time dating and I want us to go to a beautiful place...in fact! A memorable and symbolic place for us. I loved going there with my cousins, cause it relaxed us!
" Are we already near?" Tiara asked me for the thousandth time.
I don't answer cause if I do, she will continue asking questions again and again.
"Hey!" She insists.
I don't still answer and whistle while driving, pretending am not occupied by her noise.
With a smile hanging on my lips, I enter my home while whistling and playing with my car's keys. I get to the parlor and see my mother reading a book on her habitual chair. She is stubborn, how many times will I tell her not to wait for me again so late in the night. Anywhere, I get closer to her, bend and kiss her jaw while smiling at her after." This smile means you aren't angry, I am still up at this time waiting for you!" She said." And should I be? I know how stubborn you can be, you are just like Tiara!" I said still not wanting my smile to get down from my lips." Ummm. Where you with her all day?" My mom asks. It is with great pleasure that I respond to her with a big "yes"." I now understand while you can't stop smiling. I love seeing you like th
"What?" I ask" Am talking about the envelope you have in your hand."" Ermm… Eddy borrowed me some money and now he was just giving it back."" ...okay!" She said taking my hand in hers. " I don't know why but I feel like you are a bit tense with Eddy!"" Why are you saying that?"" Just like this!"" Eddy has changed, I thought we were friends...but I went
I wish everything could be the way it was earlier. But reality always gains when dreams sets in.My name is Tiara frost. I was just eight years old when my family broke into pieces and obliged me to survive alone.Everybody said I was over mature for my age and surely is true. I didn't react normally when the tragedy struck. Instead of crying , lamenting, I gathered anger for my mother and hatred found it's way into my world.My mother was solely responsible for my situation right now.That famous day, my mother was in my room, preparing my luggage while shouting and insulting my father. It was surely because of the same story, the drunkenness of my father. That time around, the situation was worser.I was just looking at them, Wondering while it would always be like that, why not use a little bit of diplomacy in this house for once, are they thinking about us sometime? I ask
On my way to my childhood's house Ivy, accompanied by my cream puff Jackson, Ivy's boyfriend. He is driving into the Distillery history District of Toronto with a welcome big sign where Gooderham &Worts are written on it. Oh yes, I informed myself before coming, I like taking precautions.My pouty little girl said she had something serious to tell me, what she doesn't know is that me too I have some small things to tell her. Each time she says so, it feels me literally with suspense and all I ask myself is "why is she making such suspense?" And that is the worse thing I dislike "suspense" and yes I admit I am a little bit of a curious nature.I had tried to ask my cream puff about what is happening, but no way... He just acts like a grave. He really has the talent of getting me obsessed.The car halts in front of a house and Jackson Honks the car to signal Ivy we are out. I get down and try to help Jackson with my lu
Already up since six o'clock, dressed up and packing my things for my new day. Excitement holds me on, and a smile can't stop appearing on my face. All I need is that everything goes well today.Someone knocks at the door, and I straight myself to the door and open, I see the bright face of the futur mother. I wish her a good morning and she does so too. I arrange my things, but notice she doesn't talk which isn't her genre, I turn and face her while noticing she is scanning me from up to bottom. I look at myself in turn from right to left and do not notice what is wrong."What is wrong?" I asked her with an intriguing face."I know you love your tomboys' outfit but... You are going to a job interview Tiara and not to a picnic."She said while I roll my eyes by sighing at what I hear from her mouth. I am very comfortable in my outfit and I don't care if they doesn't take me because of my dressing style. I have
His words sound to me sweet and bitter at the same time, he seems to be a playboy. The genre of boy who like fooling girls with the words ." Angel" haha what a mess! That true with his brown light eyes, his dark brown curly hair, and his well-drawn rosy lips make him seductive. But why is he still holding me? Annoyed by the situation, I take off my eyes from his." Can I go down?" I asked removing my hand around his neck.He smiles a little and let me go down, but I lose my balance again and find myself in his arms and dive into his brown eyes. What is wrong with me? I step back at him forward myself to my office table.Right to my office table I try to arrange all the documents on my table when I hear someone clearing his throat behind me."A simple"thank you" would be welcomed." He said.I turn back to him and see him holding my fuss for me to take it, I look at him and take my fuss to tie my dark
I thought this day would be nice, that my tiredness would be over. But no, yet am still tired, tired of my life, tired of my frustrations, tired of coming back here and been decisive once more by her. My mother! she must be the most precious thing I could have in this whole but, it isn't the case. She does everything for me to be more and more deceived by her. With her useless excuses.I needed to talk to someone after quarreling myself with my mother earlier, so I went to my Godfather's company to take some advice on what to do with this situation of absurdity from my mother and about how to definitely finish my painting board. He and I love painting just like my late father and talking with him makes me remember the beautiful moments I passed with my father. Already nine years he is dead and it is just as if it was yesterday.After taking a tip of time with my Godfather Mr. Robert Hilton, I decided to relax with my friends whom I didn't see
Right in front of the door, I ring and Ivy opens it. Furious, I enter without speaking and collapse on the sofa While sighing of frustration at this night." What happened? Why are you like this?" Asked IvyI don't even know where to start right now. From where should I start telling her what happened? And what really disturbs me, the fact that a drunk man tried to abuse me or the presence of that guy twice today."Tiara..." Said Ivy impatient."We tried to abuse me," I said directly."What?, How? Who?" Asked Ivy while sitting on the next sofa" A drunk man... He put a sleeping pill in my drink when I had a moment of inattention while we were in a nightclub," I said."So how did you manage?" Asked Ivy" A boy came to my rescue...but that is not important, what is important is that a drunk man tried to abuse me," I said insisting on that fact.