"Tch... I thought we were playing a game of asking any questions you want. You don't have to necessarily answer the question, Connie," Amelia said with a shrug and Ashley scoffed at her "sympathy.""What exactly is her problem?" Ashley asked leaning to Navaeh who shook her head in return.She wasn't close to Amelia so she didn't know maybe she had mood swings or something is just wrong with her.She shrugged and continued the game which everyone also participated in.The game continued but someone's mind wasn't there anymore. In the middle of the row opposite Navaeh, a figure was looking at Navaeh's smiling face before the person released a discreet smirk.All that smile would vanish in a few days... When the person releases their hidden trump card... Ah, how her face would look and how much fun they would have watching!The dark figure snickered and looked away once Quinnel turned his head to the side where they were seated. When Quinnel had looked away, the person turned to him look
"What? You both look like you've just seen a ghost." He said pointing at each of their pale faces."What?" Navaeh croaked out before she froze and cleared her throat."I said, oh God! So stressful. Both schools are good, NYU and Stanford, so why fight over which one to go?" He replied lazily.Navaeh looked to Quinnel to see him not even paying them any attention."And oh yeah, I heard literally everything. And I would say, you should follow your dream, if you want to, that is." He replied with a shrug sitting up.His hand moved to the back to support his whole weight as he looked up at the sky."The night is beautiful tonight." He mumbled and Navaeh looked away from him and up at the sky."Yeah, it is." She replied."Do you know about the superstition that dead people become stars?" He inquired after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence."Yeah, I don't think it's true though." Navaeh replied with a shrug and Quinnel let out a small scoff. She turned her head to him to see he was loo
"You're back." Zaire said once he stepped out of the bathroom to see Quinnel with his face pressed to the bed."Hn." Came his muffled reply.Zaire shrugged and walked to their wardrobe pulling his nightwear out. He wore it and turned around to see Quinnel's face was still pressed to the bed.He was about to take a step forward when he heard his phone chime and then followed by Quinnel's as well. Then the whole room was filled with chimes before he could reach his phone.He took his iPhone off the night stand to see 50 notifications from Instagram. He raised a brow and opened it anyways. Then his mouth fell open at the post. "What I saw while returning to my room. Love..." He scrolled down immediately to check the 20 comments.'Woah! Is that Quinnel?''Oh shit! Caught unfresh!''We will talk about Quinnel later. That's room 53! Who knows what that means?''That's the girls floor!''Wait, who stays at room 53?''I'm at 52.' 'Navaeh and Ashley.''Woah! This is hot news!''So what was h
Navaeh stared at the twins for a few minutes before she let out a nervous chuckle."What do you guys mean? There's nothing going on. Right, Quin?" She questioned nudging the latter with her elbow."We can literally see you nudging him to go along, Neve." Zaire said rolling his eyes.Navaeh looked up at Quinnel's indifferent face and she frowned. Oh, he wasn't going to help her out? Nice one, Quinnel."Nothing is going on. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to sleep." She said with a grim smile and started walking to the room only to be pulled back by Ashley."Not so fast, missy.""You're obviously hiding something! Geez, what the hell exactly is the so called secret that you're both hiding from us?""And it can't be that you're dating, cause if you were, Quinnel wouldn't waste one second in plastering it on his forehead. Hell, he can even print it on a t-shirt and wear it all around." Zaire added crossing his arm."Hey!" Quinnel protested his face pink."Don't even try. You know it's t
Connie froze suddenly her hand falling to her side as she turned her head so she was looking upside down.She saw Ashley's face and she gasped. She immediately pushed herself up and tried to arrange her uniform."It's a misunderstanding. It isn't what it looks like." She rushed out all while trying to button up her shirt."It's not what it looks like?" Ashley repeated blinking away the tears that was trying to reach her eyes.Connie nodded her head rapidly."So tell me, Cornelia... What does it look it like then? You're practically just arranging your freaking shirt!" Connie opened her mouth and then closed it a few times before she looked to the ground suddenly. She had nothing to say. It was pretty obvious what was going on."Cause to me, it's pretty much obvious what's going on here. And you can't say it's not, cause my glasses is on." Ashley spat.The girl whose head was bowed looked up from the floor before she shook her head and her hand having found something to say."He's jus
"Metropolitan Museum of Art, by name the Met, the largest and most comprehensive art museum in New York City and one of the foremost in the world. The museum was incorporated in 1870 and opened two years later. The complex of buildings at its present location in Central Park opened in 1880. The Metropolitan Museum of Art or the Met as it is commonly known, was founded in the year 1870, and is one of the most famous museum in the United States. The Permanent connection of the Met contains more than 2 million world of art, spanning a period of 5,000 years. The Met’s main building facing Fifth Avenue, called since 2016 the Met Fifth Avenue, was designed by Richard Morris Hunt and completed in 1902. McKim, Mead, and White designed certain later additions. The American section, added in 1924, included the 1823 marble facade saved from the demolished U.S. Branch Bank on Wall Street. The remainder of the 20th-century additions were completed by the architectural firm of Kevin Roche John Din
The moment we stepped inside, I could hear the faint sound of "You should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish." The whole place smelt like coffee beans which totally made sense cause it seemed like this people grinded the beans every minute.We made our way to a counter and the girl that was standing there smiled at us."Welcome to Kitty's Cafe. What would you like to have today?" She asked beaming with smiles. The smile looks practiced though. I mean, why not? She has to smile every day.She was dressed in a blue t- shirt that had the logo and name of the cafe sewn on the left top corner of the shirt meant to stay right above her bosom.Her t- shirt reminded me of my work. I wonder how Koa is doing anyways. Maybe I'll give him a call when we get back to the hotel in the evening."What do you guys have?" Ashley grinned and I shook my head slightly at my caffeine high best friend. She hadn't even had coffee!I looked around while the girl listed off the whole coffee flavor they had on
The song that was playing in the background had changed to Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin. "How did you guys find us?" I asked before moving the cup of my strawberry smoothie towards my mouth. "He asked." Quinnel replied nudging his chin towards Jake who was looking at the steam of his coffee get off his juice. Then his eyes would follow it until it disappeared before he looked back down at the cup to follow it again. I blinked at him before Quinnel slapped his arm lightly. "Hey, steam boy... You okay?" He asked and Jake blinked at us looking round the table before he nodded slowly. "Yeah, why? And why are you calling me steam boy?" "Uhh... Cause you were using your eyes to follow the steam?" I asked and he smiled at me before his smile fell and he looked down looking all pouty. Ashley sighed rubbing his back. I was about to say something when I saw the pink haired girl stand up. She gathered her load stuffing it in an off white coloured tote bag before she stood properly.
In the school hallway that led to the auditorium. Students were filing out of the auditorium with shock on their faces. They discussed what they had just heard in twos, threes, groups... Even people that had never talked to each other in their whole lives talked to each other! "I can't believe Amelia would do something like that." "I know right? It's really confusing. She didn't seem to hate Navaeh. She greeted her once in a while." "Exactly. Those you never think would do something are the ones that stab you in the back." "Those that chose to believe Navaeh are really wise." "I know right? The poor girl had to work to cater her siblings need and someone used that against her? How horrible." "But I have to give kudos to Navaeh. I have trouble babysitting my junior brother that is even 10! But she has to take care of her two siblings that are half his age! And they're two!" "Me too! She's really trying." "I pity her. How could a hardworking student be called a slut just like t
"So this is the house where the IP address was tracked to?" Navaeh asked turning to Quinnel who gave me a nod. They were all standing in front of a house that was constructed with wood that had almost fallen unto the house. The woods had been eaten by woodpeckers yet it seemed someone was living in it since there was light in what they presumed to be the kitchen."Ready to find out who it is?" Zaire questioned Navaeh and she nodded her head."We need a plan first. Whoever is in there won't just say they indeed did it, you know?" Ashley asked and Navaeh nodded her head slowly."Okay, Jake and Zaire... You guys should go maybe into the person's room, get the person's phone or a laptop of a sort... Any device the person might have used to post it.""Why?" Jake asked Ashley."We're going to need evidence you know? You can't just barge into the school and say so so is the person that framed our baby. No one would believe you without an evidence. People would think you're desperate to cle
"Who do you guys think did it?" Jake asked looking at Quinnel and Zaire.Zaire looked at Quinnel who shook his head lightly."Maybe we can get a hacker to help us track down the IP address of the poster?" Jake asked and Zaire and Quinnel looked up at him immediately.Presently, they were in the cafeteria with students chatter all over the room. And the word on their lips was about the post.No one. Absolutely no one could guess who posted it. They thought Navaeh was someone loved by the whole school so something like this happening was absurd."IP address?" Zaire asked foolishly and Jake shook his head."Yes. An IP address is your house internet address of a sort. It's like, when you have that number... You already know whose house the internet is coming from. Simple as that. But you can't just randomly find it. Cause the IP address is like the key to your house internet. But, a hacker can access the internet and find someone that posted it by tracking down the IP address. Simple as t
Navaeh's breath was laboured as she scrolled down the article reading it. Her head was muddled yet her brain could process the words she was reading.Her tears had started to choke her threatening to fall off her eyes and roll down her cheeks but she blinked them away and continued reading."Everyone knows the queen diva, right? Navaeh Thatcher. The awesomely straight A student. Her first position has never been threatened not once but not for long.What if I told you, she isn't all she seems? All perfect and all that? What if I told you, it was all a facade? What if I told you her parents neglected her?Not only her... Her siblings included. She has always had to cater for the needs of her siblings all by herself yet she comes to school like all is well.Making so many people jealous of her! It's unfair! She's the one with the wrecked home! She's the two faced one.All of you who call yourselves her friend, have you ever for once been to her house? Met her parents? Have you seen her
"Hey guys!" I called pushing the door to the house open.I had planned with Beatrix the day before to drop my sister's off at our house instead of going to her home.I meant to give them a surprise so I didn't tell them I was coming home even when we talked this morning. So they have no clue and today is Saturday so it's really the best."Did you hear that?" I heard from upstairs and I grinned."Hear what? You keep hearing things." "I'm not hearing things! You're the one with the bad ears.""I don't have a bad ear." "Yeah sure. I'll believe you when it doesn't snow on Christmas.""You know that's impossible.""Exactly. "I shook my head and pushed the door to their room open. Immediately, before I even step in, they shrieked out loud."Help!""A burglar!""I told you I heard something!""Well? This is not the time to argue! And defend your point or whatever it is you're doing! We're about to get burgled or worse, kidnapped!"I rolled my eyes while shaking my head and threw my duffel
Who do I know in New York? No one. Absolutely no one.So imagine my surprise when I hear, "It's really you guys."I'm like, what?! Am I about to be kidnapped by someone who claims to know me? Oh, Quinnel is here to help. But what is he is whisked away as well before he gets to say a word?! Ah! Stop being dramatic!I turned around to come face to face with a brown haired woman beaming with smiles. Directed at us. Woman, I don't know you!I subconsciously gave the woman a once over and nope, I don't know her.I glanced over at Quinnel to see his brow was already raised at the woman's face in confusion.He doesn't know her. Wait, he is supposed to know her. Why won't he know her? Cause I don't know her!So how does she know me?"Were you talking to us?" Quinnel asked and the woman's smile faded."Aren't you... Leo?""Leo?" Quinnel repeated in shock and she nodded her head vigorously.She turned her head to me."And she's...""Not the person you're looking for." I cut her off before s
With an angry sigh, I walked up to them like a jealous girlfriend. God, I feel like a jealous girlfriend! "Hey, Nell." Did you seriously have to use that nickname? Ugh! I'm mentally face palming myself right now. "Hey, Heaven." He greeted with a smug smile that I knew too well. He was going to tease me about it later on. Stupid hunk! I turned my eyes away to the girl that still had a smile on her face. "You must be Heaven. I'm Rose." She said suddenly stretching her hand to me. Though feeling awkward, I accepted her hand with my eyes on Quinnel demanding an explanation. He shrugged in return and I rolled my eyes at him. Never helpful! "Guess I don't need to introduce myself anymore. I'm Heaven." Is that even my name? It's Quinnel that calls me that! "Nice name." "Could say the same about yours as well." I replied with a tight smile. "Well, I guess I'll get going then. See you guys." She greeted waving at us. "Never." I muttered once she was gone out if earshot. Quinnel
After we left the cafe, it was in the evening when Coach said he wanted to show us all something.We obliged and dragged ourselves out of bed, well I did, and trust me while I say this. It was indeed worth it!We stopped when we got to a brightly lit place that was bustling with people despite the fact that it was in the evening.Different companies and shops had their front light on and it wasn't white! It was more like neon colors. Well, it was beautiful.I saw a neon sign of McDonald's. This was a very beautiful place! It would be a waste if we didn't get to see it before we left!"Times Square is a major commercial intersection, tourist destination, entertainment hub, and neighborhood in Midtown Manhattan, New York City. It is formed by the junction of Broadway, Seventh Avenue, and 42nd Street. Together with adjacent Duffy Square, Times Square is a bowtie-shaped space five blocks long between 42nd and 47th Streets.""Brightly lit at all hours by numerous billboards and advertiseme
The song that was playing in the background had changed to Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin. "How did you guys find us?" I asked before moving the cup of my strawberry smoothie towards my mouth. "He asked." Quinnel replied nudging his chin towards Jake who was looking at the steam of his coffee get off his juice. Then his eyes would follow it until it disappeared before he looked back down at the cup to follow it again. I blinked at him before Quinnel slapped his arm lightly. "Hey, steam boy... You okay?" He asked and Jake blinked at us looking round the table before he nodded slowly. "Yeah, why? And why are you calling me steam boy?" "Uhh... Cause you were using your eyes to follow the steam?" I asked and he smiled at me before his smile fell and he looked down looking all pouty. Ashley sighed rubbing his back. I was about to say something when I saw the pink haired girl stand up. She gathered her load stuffing it in an off white coloured tote bag before she stood properly.