Novels by Linton

ELENAThe day had come. It was supposed to be yesterday. Not today. But I had skipped because I was scared. And then the school management didn't think twice before reaching out to my parents who reached out to Nana and then Nana reached out to me as well. Too many reaching out. “There's nothing you can do to run away from this.” Why did she remind me? Did I tell her I didn't know? A sigh escaped my mouth as I got off the bed, catching up with the closet where a towel was snatched. “I don't know what to do. Or how to think about it. But I know I don't want to go back to that school.” I looked at Nana and then continued. “Another thing I know you know is that I don't want to be there. Why can't you and my parents help me by taking me out?!” Without waiting for an answer. An answer I knew I wouldn't even get—I leaned my back against the wall—leading my way into the bathroom next. “I'll be out soon. You can go back to work, Nana.” “Who says I want to work?” I watched her from

NORAIt's been weeks—a month and more since what happened, happened. Our reputation was somehow restored. Lyra waved at me from the other end. I waved back and hastened my footsteps. “Good morning, Lyra.” We caught up with each other a while later, hugged ourselves as usual when she asked. “Did you sleep well?” She looked at me from head to toe and felt my temperature. “I've missed you.” Again, we hugged each other. Then we walked together, without being scared to move around unlike the last time. I hadn't been to school for over a week and this was because of my health. Although now that I had returned, it was because I felt better. Why would I be here if I didn't feel better? “I've missed you too—” I mouthed. “Thank you. For the calls even though you could have come over to the house to check up on me.” We stopped at the usual gathering for students every morning, thoughts running through my head as I wondered if Elena was back at school or not. “Good morning, students.” “

ELENAIt was my luck, to a point. I was happy—not entirely but at least, have my phone. They had given it back to me and many answers would be given to almost—if not all the questions I had. “Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad.” Once again, I greeted. There was nothing more I had to say. All I wanted now was privacy—as much as I could get. “I'll be in my room.” Standing up at that moment, I was leading my way back up the stairs, many thoughts running around in my head as I feared the unknown. What now? What do I expect? Thoughts—many of them that I couldn't control ran around in my head. “Maybe this was a wrong idea—” I opened my mouth and spoke, changing and making up my mind to be in the space of my bedroom. At least, before making any assumptions or conclusions. After a while of walking, I stood in the space of the bedroom—holding back myself from screaming. Before anything, I took a seat. Not on the bed, but on the couch. A place where I did a lot of thinking. What was going

ELENADays passed. The day my parents would finally show up at the house arrived. I couldn't help but hurry out of my room this morning so that I could help Nana with the chores. I never really did this—I didn't want to. But something made me stay back and help. Maybe. Just maybe my parents would be nice to me when they saw how much effort I put in making this happen. Even though my second heart knew they didn't give a fuck. “Good morning, Nana.” I snapped out of my thoughts and caught up with the dining area where I had seen her. “Good morning, Child. Did you sleep well?” “Yes, Nana. Thank you.” I stopped when I reached the spot and let out. “What can I help you with today? I'm sure you need my help with something.” At the same time, I knew I couldn't stay mute forever. So I let out a confession. “I thought I could do something while mom and dad got back home and saw how much effort I put into trying to change, Nana.” “Oh—” The older woman let out a chuckle. What was funny?

ELENAIt was only one week—one week to my last days in the house. Whatever was going to happen when I got to the school bothered me more than my own reputation. There was no difference, at all. I would be there and humiliated. “Good morning.” I walked out of my room and down the stairs, catching sight of Nana who served a tray of meals. Maybe for my parents—definitely not mine. “Good morning, Nana.” I managed a smile. I didn't know whether I meant it or not. Fear was an understatement of what went on in me and I could not wait for this moment to finally end. “Good morning, Child. Did you sleep well?” Did she really ask me that? I wondered for a moment, confusion plastered on my countenance while I changed my mind and managed the same fake smile. “I slept well, Nana. Thank you for asking.” Then I looked around. “What about my parents? Where are they?” I looked around again before looking at the older woman. “They went to work. I'm sure they should be home by the weekend. Didn't t

CLARAAnother weekend had come. After the huge fight with Rowan, whom I knew would never speak with me again, I made up my mind to concentrate on what I had to do. One of which was making plans for my next publication. Out of my room, I walked. Caleb was somehow in my face. I couldn't even be angry at him—nor look him in the face at the same time. “Good morning.” I opened my mouth for the first time to greet him—then I continued my way down the stairs, soon reaching the diner and settling into the space. “Good morning, ma'am.” “Good morning, Brenda—” I looked at the maid with a smile that plastered on my countenance. Then I recalled some people I hadn't seen yet since I woke up—mom and dad. “What about our parents? Where are they?” “They left the house a while ago—” “Oh—” I looked behind us and he was there. My stepbrother had a smile on his face. “I see.” I looked before me again and looked at the woman. “Thank you for explaining. What are we having today? I'm hungry and need

Maddie I stared at myself after I was done weaving my long chestnut hair into braids. Using my scrunchie I tag them at the end of the braid.Will Carlson love this? I found myself asking. Why do I have to do the things he loves? It should be Jamie dumpass.I corrected my backpack, and I locked up my door before leaving. It's been three days since I missed school, not after what happened at the party. Carlson has been a good friend not friends, tutor who has been helping to cheer me up and give me updates based on things taught in the class. Carlson asked me to have a coffee with him at my favorite coffee shop.It's so simple since an an A student missing a few classes isn't going to stop me from achieving my academic pursuit.The moment I stepped out I met Veronica with her squad who blocked my path. I cursed hoping she didn't come to cause trouble again. I'm already tired of her.“Going somewhere desperate virgin” I rolled my eyes and tried to walk out but she drags me back and ha

Maddie Footsteps stopped right in front of me, everyone continued to laugh. Carlson pulled away the helmet, took my hands and led me away to his dorm.I sat on the edge of the bed, he dragged a seat forward and sat right in front of me watching me cry. I felt so humiliated that Veronica will go to just an extent.I don’t have to worry anymore, it’s no news I threw myself at Jamie begging him to take my V-card. I have to live with that for the rest of my life bearing shame and humiliation.“I’m not too much of a crier” I wept the tears away with the back of my hands.“Wait, let me get you a tissue” I cried bitterly and couldn't get the memories off my head.“Here” I took the tissue from Carlson, wiping my tears dry, sniffing between.Carlson drew closer, raising my chin to look at him, the way his glassy grey eyes stared into my soul. Why does my heart beat so fast when he is close, so close to me? It feels like I lost my sense of purpose for a moment.“You have learned how to stand

Maddie“Is just eyes, I have the two of them”I walked over sitting at the edge of the bed, Carlson bent on one knee so close making my heart beat accelerate.There is something about him when he is so close to me and stares into my eyes like I’m the most special woman on earth.Just exaggerating. “You have the most beautiful eyes”I smiled again, this time not allowing his words to get to me. So needy to hear someone say those but assume it came from Jamie my day should be made then.“You’re flirting again”“Yeah but you have to flirt back”I thought for a while but no idea came to mind“I will do that with Jamie at the party”He shrugs making a face but doesn't discourage me but I hope he did. We got to the party which was filled with people talking in twos, the music was blasting and I thought I might get deaf any time soon.I’m more excited when I saw Jamie at the corner playing a poker game.“I will grab us a drink,” Carlson says.“Be cool”“Is there any time I haven’t been coo

Maddie I jambled down the hallway into the male's locker hoping it would be an escape to cry and never to see someone watch.Never thought someone might be there, not at this odd hour, I stumbled into the wall, not a wall, a breathing wall. A hand wrapped around my back preventing me from getting to the floor.My breath hinged, did his towel just fall. My eyes still kept on the air. I resisted the urge to look down on Carlson or have a sneak peak of what his length looks like.“Did your towel just fall?”“You don't want to take a look” instead I squinted my eyes and began to cry.“Wait, wait. What is wrong with you?”“I have thousands of people watching me and Veronica just had a life session of me wanting Jamie to take my virginity”“Hey you needy virgin. I know you're in there. Did you just get yourself a boy”“Come out” Veronica's voice resonated from outside, I could see her shadows from the faint transparent glass.She kept banging on them and I panicked at how quickly she caugh

Maddie My fault is loving so hard to ungrateful and undeserving people, same with my love life.Messy!Imagine giving my V- card to the guy who leaves my messages unread.Yes, I'm that girl.The girl who fell for his childhood friend and right here standing at the sidelines cheering I wish he could finally look at me and see me not just as an assistant.“Woohoo! You're really heating it hard Jamie. Go..go..go” I shouted from the sidelines taking every amazing shot I could use for the newsletter. Jamie is just one person who I had in mind to appear on the school homepage when the article is written.My big rimmed glasses shifted but I never cared to adjust it back but rather focused on getting more shots.I'm Maddie Malone, the team assistant nobody sees, took this job so I could get closer to Jamie hoping one day he will look my way. Planning on telling him about my feelings later today, took me so much time to make this bold step.The ball rolled over hitting me to my feet causing m