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It was a sunny afternoon, the fresh air traveled the nice fragrance of the different flowers around Elena's house.
Amanda and Bridget sat in the kitchen table while Mr. Benson made orange juice for them.
“Mr. Benson, please speak to Sharon. Elena can’t—" Amanda withheld her last words as soon as she saw Elena walk in through the front door, carrying a basket filled with groceries and an extra nylon bag with fruits and bottled drinks in it.
“Ah, she’s back.” Mr. Benson said out.
Elena walked into the
Sharon felt she was splurging her precious time on her ex husband. Derek was never going to comply. She had come to realize, even then, she still had to try knowing Elena was his only weakness. Sharon was so angry that she attempted to leave when an elderly man approached them, forcing her to land back on her seat. He was dressed in a black suit and his gray tie tugged firmly around his neck.All the years Sharon spent married to Derek, she had known he had many tricks up his sleeves. This time, she was curious on what new trick he would display. But, seeing this elderly, cooperate dressed man holding a suitcase, she said to herself "So, he's eventually going to give in." She smiled, praising her hard work. “Mr. Maxwell, you made it. Good to see you.” Mr. Benson stood up and
**********Margret helped Elena set the table for dinner. Arranging each delicacy accordingly on the long, rectangular, glass dining table. It was indeed the best moment to celebrate. Elena was very happy with the news her dad came back with, she couldn’t imagine how her life would be like leaving with Sharon. To her, Sharon was her mother by nature and not by heart and she was replaceable. “Margret, can you finish this up while I go get ready?” Elena asked politely. “Yes ma’am. You should also check on your father. I’m sure he’s having trouble figuring which shirt is appropriate for tonight.” Margret said with a wide grin. “I will.” Elena said laughing at Margaret jokes. She went into her room, had a quick shower and the
************That day tagged graduation was finally here, holding so many mixed feelings in the air. Although many of them would miss their days in high school, as many couldn't wait to leave, they still all could not avoid the feeling of facing the new phase of their lives. Amanda, sitting in between her two best friends, stretched out her hands and held firm on their hands as they listened to Sam Turner, the Sultan high Student body president speech. “-- High school doesn’t end the same for everyone." He went on, placing both hands on the glass podium. "Some have happy endings and some don't. I have come to realize that a high school achievement is not all about your date to prom but about passion, diligence and dedication. We have learnt from each other positively or negatively, we'v
For Amanda, her story had only just begun. She may not have found her secret admirer to feed her curiosity but, she believed that she had time on her side or so she thought. High school was just a phase of her life, looking forward to better days ahead. This is not the End but the beginning Watch out for the sequel, SEE ME TOOBecause I love you, and because you enjoyed reading my book, I'll let you peruse through a sketch prologue of the sequel. *************************************PROLOGUESEE ME TOO"SARAH BRIGHT COMITS SUCIDE AFTER LOSING HER FIANCE TO THE WELL KNOWN ACTRESS, AMANDA UDOH"
Eight years later (after SEE ME) ______________________________________~~**~~**~~“I don’t have a problem.” Amanda yelled at the group, who had their seat form a large circle in the hall while she stood in front of her seat. Amanda has been with the group for two weeks and she already hated everyone and every moment of it. The room was filled with traumatized females, people who did worse than she ever did.“Besides, this punishment doesn’t fit my crime. Which what I did wasn’t even a crime.” she continued immediately.“We are not saying you have a problem, Amanda.” the group leader, Augusta said “we are just saying you should go through the fixing process with us.”She continued, giving a phony smile to hide her frown. “Why waste your energy
"You have a type, Jake?" Bridget scrunched her nose, imagining the impossibility in that fact,"Yes, doesn't everybody?""Uh, yeah but dude-" Bridget gave a little laugh "And what is your type?" she asked."A sweet, simple and soft girl but those are not the qualities Amanda possesses, rather she possess the opposite. Your friend Amanda is too rigid, just like you and that daddy's little girl, Elena. I can at least manage Elena.""Are you kidding me?"Amanda could hear her inside voice yell, feeling insulted."What!!" Bridget exclaimed angrily, clutching her fist tight under the table as she tried to calm down.
***Walking down the hall of Sultan high with her two best friends, Amanda just couldn’t believe it was her final year in high school. She thought about everything she’ll miss.She took a stop at the school fame wall, watching herself in the picture holding the trophies she had ever won for the school. She remembered her glory days, how she had led her cheerleading team, the sultan’s flower through championship and claimed the price. But there was a lot on her mind, like the state championships coming up soon and other stuff she thought her friends won’t understand but most importantly, her forever crush, Jake Bush.Jake had been the only thing clouding Amanda’s head, aside Yale University. She talked about him at every given oppor
At cheerleading practice, the three girls sat exhausted on their favorite bench, taking a break from practice in preparation for the state championship.“I wonder why Mr. Quinn asked just that guy and mandated it on everyone else” Bridget complained. “I wonder why he refused” added Elena. “I guess when he heard Amanda was Miranda, he froze in fire” Bridget said figuratively. “Brid, I’m not sure anyone can freeze in fire” Elena voiced, confused at Bridget's expression. “Uh, that’s the idea. Ask Mr. Quinn” she replied. Bridget words shocked Amanda as she exclaimed, “What!”“Are u surprised? You haven’t shown an atom of niceness in school, I guess he’s scared of you” Bridget continued.“I don’t need to prove or show anything, I have you guys. And I don’t care about what he thinks of me.