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"My name is Kaylle... I'm your daughter."
"What?!"
"Yes...I'm sorry. Maybe you missed the address 'cause I don't have a child."
"I'm Jane's daughter....Jane's my mothe-"
He threw his poor self on his unknown daughter. Kay was happy, her father accepted her.
"Come in." He led her to a sofa, throwing his suitcase to a corner.
"Daad...You look the same. You know, I wondered how you looked?"
"What would you like to eat or drink?"
"Whiskey!"
He wore a smile
***Years ago, somewhere in Los Angeles. There was a successful businessman who lived with his daughter in a very big mansion, located around a wide, blue beach. Andrews made sure his princess, Anabella had everything she ever wanted.***One Saturday Morning, On The Seashore...She added water into a pot of clay mud, mixing it together with her hands and a tiny stick to give a good moisture. She dig her soft hands in the pot of white clay again, taking a little to build her glorious castle. And on this castle were two statues, her's and her father's.With so much effort and hardwork she's put in this molding, It wanted to fall when all of a sudden, a bigger, stronger and cleaner hand supporte
For the last two days, I’ve been feeling feverish. I complained to Mrs. Jane, my step-mother but she paid no attention to me and called me names. I had to use half of my savings to buy myself some drugs. With all of these, I was forced to do all the house-chores or else……
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*********************** *** AT LUNCH ***I quietly arranged my books into my old, worn-out, white school bag. My classmates stared at me as they left the class, one after the other. Some murmured something I couldn’t hear clearly while others simpered.I shyly walked to the cafeteria, got some salad and a bottle of water on my lunch tray. I really have no friends at all except for Rilynn Blonca Thompson, the second child of the school’s headmistress even if she doesn't show it.Just then, I saw Kaylle coming to where I was, with her so called 'cliques' or should I say 'upcoming cliques'.“Hi Bella!” Kaylle muttered as she walked majestically away. She calls me "Bella
************* ? My jobless classmates were glancing at me godlessly, all through. As if I had become 'Ariana Grande' overnight.Everything went well untill the last class. It was music class. Mrs. Rafaella Johnson, our music teacher had taught us how to use all the various musical instruments to play diverse music including the waltz. She taught us a new lesson, asked us to go through the notes and learn how to play it with any instrument of our choice.Just as Mrs. Johnson completed her note on the whiteboard, all the students grabbed their schoolbags, ready to go home.“Not yet! Attention please!!” Mrs. Johnson yelled.All the students k
********THE FOLLOWING DAY***A high pitched voice woke me from my wonderful dreamland.“Wake up, Anny!!!” She added more emphatic stress to my name like she was the one who named me.Even in dreamland, I’ll definitely recognize that voice. It is Mrs. Jane’s."Oh jeez! I so hate when she did this, disturbing my beauty sleep. But I have no other choice than to get the fuck up! Perhaps, I've never had any beauty sleeps since dad's death."I snapped out of my stupid thought, hissed and stretched my lazy body out of bed.“Come clean my room, It’s really messy!” She screamed even
*** EIGHTEEN HOURS LATER ***I was busy with some school work when Kaylle entered my room. She looked beautiful but her dress was too tight and revealing. It was so tight that she could hardly move.I guess what I called her yesterday was even better compared to the way she looked. Whatever! I don’t fucking care!!“Hello darling…?” She gently greeted.“Hi Kay, I see you’re ready for the party?”“Yeah, of course. I just wanted to ask you… How do I look?” She asked stylishly.“You look so lovely.” I blushed with a foolish smile.“Really? I know y
Weeks Later.I caught a fever and stayed away from school for a week. I couldn't eat, sit, speak, stand or walk well because I was really sick.Kaylle and stepmum feared it might be followed by an irritable fever, the terminal kind. So she called Mrs. Aurora, the home doctor to check on me. She prescribed me some drugs that would quickly heal and improve my health. The home doctor told stepmum to let me have a week of absolute rest and eat properly.Mrs. Jane promised to take good care of me in the best way but what surprised me most was that she and Kaylle suddenly became nice to me. Kaylle served me on my bed every breakfast, lunch and dinner.With all of these care, I freaking don't enjoy myself because I wasn't used to it. She even feeds me.