Rewrite The stars. A political world where money rules and those without it are tossed away, has been in play for as long as ever in the city of Gale. Shelly Rodriguez - young, beautiful and simple- finds herself in such a pathetic world and its hardship. Being really strong-willed and defiant, Shelly dares to dream of a better world and desires to make such world exist. Her dreams turns really bitter as she crosses paths with Jerry Greygott, heir of 'Greygott and associates' the largest conglomeration in the region. The young, arrogant heir wouldn't let the girl be, and was hellbent in making her life miserable. He's her nightmare and never fails to show her that. It is hell for Shelly, but a bigger hell when she realizes she'd done the abominable by making the young heir's heart skip a beat for her. Because the heart wants what it wants, Jerry gets trapped, and is forced to think of a way to rewrite the stars.
View MoreSHELLY.“Do you mind??“ The aggressive baritone roughly jolted me back to reality.“Huh?“ I uttered dazely, and followed his gesturing with my eyes. Turns out he wanted to wind the windows up.Tears were beginning to spill from my eyes and when I looked up at Megan, she was sitting properly now. Though she looked really jittery and was determined to avoid my gaze.The shame in her eyes was as clear as day as she kept trying to cover up her body with the torn blouse.My heavy heart triggered down more tears I couldn't control. I was finding it a lot difficult to comprehend and accept the situation.My gaze was on the guy again and he had this smug smirk on his face. The laughter in his eyes was really obvious and a typical 'me' would have given him a hard punch to the face.But it seemed I'd lost my courage. Something about seeing Megan in this pathetic situation made me really weak and vulnerable at the moment.
SHELLY.The sun rays that beamed on my face made me wake up with a stretch.I tried sitting up but groaned painfully at the sore feeling around my neck.With much efforts and more painful groans, I sat up. My hand rubbed repeatedly around the sore spot on my neck.That's what I get from sleeping on the most uncomfortable thing ever.Now I'm gonna have a sore neck all day. Damn, but the pain is killing!I caught a glimpse of the wall clock and quickly stood from the couch with a gasp.It was a Saturday and as always, I help my Mum sell her oysters at the market.Oyster selling was a typical business for the slums people so I always get to the market earlier than this if I wanted to sell mine quickly.But now I'm late. For sure, it's gonna be one hell of a long day at the market.I hurriedly cleaned up the house,washed last night's dishes, filled the buckets with water and did some laundry.Mum, Vivian an
CHAPTER 01. UNREALISTIC DREAMS. SHELLY. “Coming Mum.“ I yelled for the umpteenth time, but didn't move an itch from the worn-out marble floor I laid. My gaze was still fixed on the small television which was just few metres away from me, with my chin on my hands for support. Excitement had the best of me and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. It was that period of time that comes every year when the 'Greygott conglomeration' makes an exemption for a lower-class to get admitted into the prestigious Greygott high-shool. They make a pick from the application letters sent by over a thousand lower-class kids. It's somewhat pathetic that such number of persons struggle to get just one position. But on a second thought, you can't balme them, can you? It's a very rare opportunity and the winner is always termed as having born with a lucky star. “Get your fat ass off that floor!“ A voice barked and I got
CHAPTER 01. UNREALISTIC DREAMS. SHELLY. “Coming Mum.“ I yelled for the umpteenth time, but didn't move an itch from the worn-out marble floor I laid. My gaze was still fixed on the small television which was just few metres away from me, with my chin on my hands for support. Excitement had the best of me and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. It was that period of time that comes every year when the 'Greygott conglomeration' makes an exemption for a lower-class to get admitted into the prestigious Greygott high-shool. They make a pick from the application letters sent by over a thousand lower-class kids. It's somewhat pathetic that such number of persons struggle to get just one position. But on a second thought, you can't balme them, can you? It's a very rare opportunity and the winner is always termed as having born with a lucky star. “Get your fat ass off that floor!“ A voice barked and I got ...
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