1, May....My eyes scanned the surroundings of USC, a smile lurking on my lips while I watched people move around. The warm air of the environment surrounding me gently, as I got enthralled by its beauty. I saw a few people skating alongside the walkway, whistling while throwing looks my way. My eyes averting each of their gaze, not wanting stares of any sort. A guy with clean shaved blonde hair, came skating towards me, bringing his hands out of his pockets and twirling on his skates. Showcasing his skills of course. Ashley who was finding it hard to get out of the car, finally joined me after what seemed to be a while, giving her hair light taps, while picking a cherry gloss from her bag and dabbing her lips with it. "Hey!" I heard the blonde-haired skater guy call out as he got closer to Ashley and I. "Would you mind going for a drink? There's a restaurant just by the corner if you're interested" I stared at him, observing every single detail. His black pants hung a bit below
"Thanks for ditching me the other day. I'm totally fine, you need not worry. All I need you to do is get yourself out of bed and come over now!" I heard Ashley say to me on the call. The phone was pressed to my ear while I laid on bed, grabbing my pillows and relaxing better. "It's too early, Ash" I said to her while yawning and flexing my bone joints."Nia!" "I've got something to tell you" She uttered after I didn't respond. A sigh escaped my lips as I took a portion of hair off my face. "How important is this?" I asked. "A hundred out of hundred important" She replied immediately. My head ached as I heard her speak. I had stayed up all night, bawling my eyes thinking of the arguments, that ensued between Cameron and I. He had called countless times after that day, but being the hard girl I am and will always be, I ignored all of his calls. Even, several messages were left for me. Ones which I acted like I didn't receive. I was more than mad at him, and that, I wanted him
I sighted Ashley standing by the large door as soon as I drew closer to the Mansion. She pulled me by the arms on getting to her, dragging me inside. "Why am I here?" I asked her, my hands still locked in hers. There was a bright smile on her face as we got into the living room. "Guess what?" "What?" "Mason and I are now in a relationship!" She squealed. "Who's that?" I asked totally confused. She brought her phone out, unlocking it and then showing me a picture. It was a pic of the guy we met back at the store. Trust me, I'm as surprised as you are on how she got the pic. Ashley's a girl who gets her ways. That's for sure. "His name's Jason?" I asked her. "Mason" She corrected"And we're now dating!" "When and how did it happen?" I asked her, my eyes widening a bit. "Well he asked me last night, after I went visiting him" "Hold up" I said to her. "You've been visiting him?" I asked. "Well you would have known that if you weren't ignoring my calls" I bent my head low
I couldn't help blinking continuously as camera lights flashed in my eyes, turning my pupils dilated. We were stood in a photo booth, Ashley and I taking our final pictures of prom. Our last prom ever, so we had to make the best of it. Ashley's hair slapped my face countless times as she turned from side to side, trying to get the best position. Her arms were wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me closer while our cheeks kissed. "Smile" She muttered in clenched teeth. I did as told, switching poses and then relaxing as soon as we were done with all of the pictures. Taking the strip of pictures, along with some prom stickers and then turning to Ashley. "Let's go have the time of our lives" She squealed at me. Nodding and smiling in agreement, I eagerly followed while being pulled by her firm hands. We came to prom as each other's dates, hence, decided sticking by, till it was over. Grabbing a cup of drink from a table, Ashley placed two straws in and then held it out for me t
"Students, ladies and gentlemen I welcome you all to this ceremony aimed to honor not just ourstudents, but everyone present here. Today calls for the celebration of our Kids, teachers and school as a whole. Watching our students grow, mentally and physically has made me so proud of the leaders they're becoming. It's an honor to be the one leading these students in saying goodbye to this incredible school. It is not the end, but the start of another journey. To our students, the future awaits you. Go for it, never be scared of doing what you want, grab a hold of the passion, it's an entry into discovering your self and achieving your dreams" My eyes lingered on the lady dressed in red and white, famously known around school as the principal. The long paper which she held in her hands, didn't seem to have an end to it, as she went on and on about the leaving students. My mind immediately blocked every thing and everyone out, thinking of what was to become of me after all of this, w
We arrived England a week after Cameron made the announcement to me. Trust me when I say this, I was more than thrilled being here with him. It meant a lot to me that he chose to bring me over to his home country. More than that, he made plans for us to visit his Grandparents, quite scary, yet exciting. "Babe?" I heard his voice behind me as we both got down from the cab, our gazes, peering at the old-fashioned building belonging to his grandparents mounted in front of us. The building was spectacular, not to forget strange-looking. So different from the dozen of houses we passed through while getting here. The gardens surrounding it remained green and bright, and the front yard of the house appeared beautiful, despite the building looking like it was built in the eighties. Cameron's arm snaked through my waist, gently pushing open the small gate, leading to the building. The rusty gates made a squeaky noise, getting me to flinch instantly at the sudden sound. Hurrying up besid
"And that was the last time we visited England. After almost having my leg chopped off by Grandpa's farm tractor" Cameron said to me. I chuckled loudly, swinging my head back as I gained much interest in the tales he was telling.We were laid together in bed, in one of the guest rooms of Gran and Papa Williams, discussing about Cameron's childhood, and how he usually visited the Farm with his Granddad, not until an accident occurred one day, that almost tore his leg off him. "I love him a lot. He's taught me so much" He said to me, while staring at the ceiling. "Now enough of me. Tell me about your childhood" He beckoned. "There isn't much" I said to him. "Babe?" He called softly.He sat up in bed immediately, pulling me with him, and then making me sit facing him. "I wanna hear the little you've got to tell" He uttered, while stroking my hair. A sigh escaped my lips as I stared into his eyes. Where do I begin? I thought to myself. His eyes were still focused on me, asking me
I woke up to the sound of a moving tractor polluting the environment with its noise, followed by the hoarse voice of Grandpa Williams yelling Cameron's name. It sounded like they were both having fun working some instruments out the yard. Not for once did I realize that Cameron had a close bond with his grandparents, not until our arrival in England. He loved them a lot, I must admit. The love he showed was beautiful, much more beautiful to me. My attention was immediately brought to the loud ringing of Cameron's phone, rested by the headboard of the bed. Taking the pillows out, I grabbed the phone, answering the call and placing the phone to my ears. The sound of Mrs Williams voice yelling at Cameron about things I couldn't decipher got me shook. "Why on earth would you go to England without the approval of your father and I?" I heard her say. I had no idea what to say, hence, I remained silent. "Cameron?!" She called."Uh........Good morning, Mrs Williams" I finally uttered
"We can't let you through ma'am" My eyes were found gaping at the form away, holding onto such hostile air which exhumed from the fellow. "Sorry, what?""Mr. Holden has requested he best be left alone...He has informed us not to let anyone in" He clarified. "I work for him......at the company" My words barely had little effect on the man away, as that smug scowl still rested on his lips, with eyes holding a haze of trauma, and brute."We're gonna have to ask you to leave, young lady" He followed at once, motioning for me to step away. "It's important I see him, Sir" "You have to leave, Miss" "It's urgent" "I'd hate to repeat myself" "Come on!" My arms flung in the air, exasperation claiming the most of me."Ma'am, Please. You're creating a scene" My jaw had dropped without warning at his choice of words, eyes gaping on at him. "I'm creating a scene?" The scoff left my lips, gaze peering at that profile. "If you don't mind me asking, what's the name?" "Carl" He followed wit
And here we were, forms centered on the office floor, with burnt cig ashes littered over the marble tiles, while the sound of my laughs poured out into the room. "I'm telling you, Jane. I found myself mopping floors with my garments, all in sakes of bringing food to my mouth" Spoke Louis. "It was a hectic one, Jane" "Life never is easy" "Not in a million years would I believe you come from such home, so raggedy, even to an extent of being feasted by rats" I called in a low voice. "Oh, not just the rodents, Jane" He whispered. "Even the roaches and snakes took abode in our home, and only then did it hit me, that I wasn't living. Not until I got the comfort I sought, the peace......and the joy" He called in a low voice. "One never is serious, not until they get a push" He let out. "Mine came about, at the height of the poverty that feasted my heart. That, Janet Parker, was my turning point, and my snap to work" "What is yours?" Those eyes searched through mine, words hitting my
The reception received upon my entry into Cigg Holdings, was beyond exceptional, I tell you. Each one of the people bore smiles on their face, with eyes beaming on at me, their arms opened up to receive me, at this point, I was made to believe there was something else to the occasion. Could I have turned so important overnight. "Oh, please. Don't get the poor lady, startled" The calm voice of Mr Vettriano soon took the space, with his figure coming right into view. "We can save the cheers for when eventually she takes office" He chuckled, with hands reaching out to take mine. "I hope" He added in a low voice. "Miss Parker, I long awaited your visit" He stepped aside, motioning for me to step into the elevator before him. Those eyes watched me keenly. Holding onto to every slight movement I gave, with a look of glee I still couldn't decipher."I'm sorry, I couldn't meet up on time" My voice was low, eyes watching his fingers set the elevator to the last floor. "Nonsense, Jane"
"Why do you look ravishing today, Miss Parker?" My eyes had snapped to the form of Susy proceeding into the office, hands holding onto a paper bag."Why?" I followed with confused eyes peering on at her."You look beautiful, not to lie" That certainly must be a lie,m, cause I believe looked just the way I felt, and I can tell you I didn't feel so good.Saying I was tired, was merely an understatement. I was utterly drained, completely knackered as one would say. "I gotta tell you, Susy. When a lady hears how beautiful she is, she flushes not because she actually is beautiful, it's because it helps boost her confidence" "If I do look beautiful, then I must go on being stressed, cause I can't tell what's changed with me. But stil, thank you for that" I saw a smile creep up her lips, eyes beaming on at me."No, thank you. Miss Parker" She fell silent, eyes only watching me carefully, and next came the same Susy I was familiar with. "Miss Parker" Her voice was soft, gaze never lea
"Become a manager at Cigg. Holdings"Those words still rolled around my head, despite it being days since Louis had stepped here. Me? A manager to one of the top companies in the state, if not the best. What exactly did I know about managing such huge business?But I tell you, Louis was one to think otherwise. In fact, he deemed me the best match to head such organization. Now, why would that be? I still couldn't figure out, all i found myself re-living, were his utterances. This was massive. It spelt a new path in my life. Me heading such organization as Louis' was bound to change all about me. And I mean that in every good way. My life was to change for good. But why me? What exactly did he mean by his interest piqued in getting familiar with my character? What character exactly? If anything I was an utter mess. A sore one. Why then did Louis Vettriano choose to come to me with such offer that just was irresistible. "Jane"I was snapped at the sound of that voice, eyes comi
"My life's only a rollercoaster, Tara" My figure had crashed right onto the couch, taking the space next to her form. "A rough ride it is" I could feel her eyes scanning my profile, no words coming from the girl away. At once I had snatched the heels off my feet, sinking my legs onto the plush carpet, and I tell you, the feel that rushed through was just every comfort I sought. "Can you believe Louis Vettriano stopped by the office today. The life had soon rushed back to me, with every delight filling my gaze, while those words stumbled out my lips. "He was there to offer me a job, Tara. A job!?" "He offered to make me his manager"The eyes of Tara only watched me while I went on. She had barely made an utterance, that gaze only remained intent on my form. "I'm entirely lost, Tara" My voice was low, eyes faltering. "Whatever do you think I should do?" "Okay, that's enough, Jane!" Followed the voice of Tara, figure tearing off the couch at once. "You put up with this every now
"There are a lot of things left for one to behold in this world, Miss Parker" My gaze shifted to the form of Louis, ears perked, at each word that came tumbling out his lips. I dare not be distracted. He had so managed to earn my undivided attention effortlessly, with eyes watching him, watching every slight movement he gave."You, Miss Parker, are an exceptional lady, I must say"He waved at the lady behind the counter, calling for her to return with the cups of coffee he had ordered minutes ago. I gaped on like I was caught in some sort of trance. Perhaps, I was. For it be the fact that this man wasn't on my TV screen, or the page of some magazine held between my fingers. No, no, no. Louis Vettriano was sat right before me. Far away from Holden Inc. we were. For some reason, he had decided to take me to the café right down the street, prepared to make his business known. I soon caught sight of the lady approaching, hands bearing a tray holding the cups of coffee, Mr Vettriano
"Miss Parker?" "Miss Parker!" I jolted at the voice which deemed it fit to ruin the peace that had taken a hold of me.Oh, the calm I had found myself in, now altered by whoever that form was that had now waddled into the area. It was merely five minutes gone that I was found basking in every serenity that came with the office space, mind lost in thoughts, having its own wandering, when that voice came stumbling in, altering a moment that I felt was just irredeemable. "Miss Parker!" "What is it, Susy!?"Believe me I tried my best to remain calm, I pinched myself to, but the incessant call of my name, by a girl whom I had been direct in sending downstairs, to fetch nothing in particular, just to evade her babbles, for as peaceful as five minutes could be, soon got me snapping to her, eyes taking in her form. She paused at my outpour, eyes shifting through the room for a minute, and at once her eyes lit up, figure pulling closer to mine. "There are some people downstairs, request
I let the form of Tara crash into my hands, a low grunt pouring out her lips upon the impact of our figures.She had bruises all over. With eyes still holding onto the fear that had caught her half an hour ago, there still remained patches of blood on her lips. "I'm sorry" My voice wavered, eyes pulling her even tighter to myself. "I'm sorry, Tara" She barely made an utterance, instead, her grip on me only tightened, body relaxing in mine. "Janet Parker?" Came the voice that managed to pull our figures apart. "I'll need you for questioning" I stared at the middle-aged man before me, eyes holding onto the same joy it held, while he burst into our house, tackling George to the ground. He had smacked him repeatedly, holding a gun to his face, and in all of his glory, he tore a cuff out, placing it on the wrists of the man who would have been my murderer, if they hadn't arrived just in time. "I'm Officer Thawne" "Your friend will be attended to by the paramedics. In the meantime,