SEVEN YEARS AGONatasha looked up into the dark clouds with her brows furrowed. “Hey guys,” she called out to her friends, Paul and Alyssa, who were standing behind her. She turned slightly. “I think rain is about to fall.”Paul took a glance at the sky. “No kidding,” he said, holding on tightly to the shopping bags he had in his hand. “We should start heading home, don’t you think?”“I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it home on time,” Natasha said. “Paul, your house is the closest. We should just crash there for a while. Is that okay?”Paul shrugged his shoulders. “Of course.”“Guys,” Alyssa called as a drop of rain landed on her. “It’s drizzling, already,” she said. “Let’s get going before the rain starts falling heavily.”The sound of rumbling thunder cut
EIGHT YEARS AGO“Hey!” Alyssa burst into the almost empty classroom that contains only a few students. She paused, searching the classroom urgently with her eyes. Her gaze landed on Natasha. She hurried towards Natasha and sat in the space beside her, exclaiming, “You won’t believe who I just saw!”Natasha closes her textbook, took in a deep breath and asked, “Who, Alyssa?”“A really really reaaaallly hot guy!” She said, dragging the last ‘really.’ “I think he is new. If he is not, I would have known about him sooner.”“Of course, you keep tabs on all the hot guys in the school,” Natasha replied, rolling her eyes.“Yeah, duh. If I don’t, who will?”“Another jobless person, perhaps?”Alyssa waved her hands dismissively. “Whatever. Anyway, this guy is so freaking hot. He makes me hyperventilate.”&ld
Natasha stands in front of the wooden table, examining the clothes that was spread out on it. One is a strapless black corporate gown with a jacket while the other is a jean trouser and a crop top. She is clad in her white towel, her hair is wrapped up in an equally white towel and water is slightly dripping on her neck. She bites down on her lips as she tries to pick out what cloth to wear.There is a knock on the door. “Come in,” Natasha says, without looking up, her eyes still strained on the clothes.The door opens and Mina comes in, closing the door behind her. “Hey, Natasha, you asked for me,” she says. Mina is one of the maids but she is treated like family by Natasha and her elder sister, Diane.“Yes. I’m going for an interview and I need to pick what to wear,” she says, looking up at Mina desperately. “Please help me. I'm running late and I’m so damn confused on what cloth to pick!&rdqu
SEVEN YEARS AGOMalcolm opened the door to the house and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The house was silent and no one was in the living room. Usually, he would meet his girlfriend, Yvette, sitting on the couch in the living room, her legs on the center table while she watched Television. Malcolm let out a smile at the thought. He walked further in the living room. “Honey, I’m home!” He announced as he dropped his suitcase on the table. He glanced around, wondering where his girlfriend was. “Honey?!” He called out again. “Babe?!”A figure appeared at the top of his stairs. He looked up and it turned out to be his mother, Sarah Grayson. She walked downstairs and towards him, her wrinkled face lightened up in a bright smile and her hands spread out. “Hello darling,” she greets warmly, pulling him into a hug.He encircled his arms around her waist. “Mum,” he said as they release each o
Malcolm Grayson walks down the stairs, dressed in a black suit and trousers. He walks towards the dining table where his cook, Evelyn, is setting the table. Upon hearing his footsteps, Evelyn pauses her work, raises her head and sends him a smile. “Good morning, Mr. Grayson,” she greets politely.“Evelyn, good morning. How are you?” Malcolm asks just as politely, drawing out a chair to sit.“Fine. Where are Alex and Alexa?” she asked.“Sleeping. I decided to let them stay at home today. Brian and I will be conducting the interview here today,” Malcolm says to Evelyn and she nods before disappearing into the kitchen.Malcolm begins to eat his food slowly. He begins to think of the fact that this is one of the few times he eats breakfast at home. In fact, he can count on his fingers, the number of days he eats breakfast at home. Usually, by now, he will be on his way to work but he
Natasha forcefully pushed the door open and climbed out of the car, paid the driver, and waved him goodbye. Then, she rushed towards the monstrous gate that secured an equally monstrous house. The man in uniform by the gate assessed her briefly with his eyes before asking, in an extremely rude manner, “what do you want?”“I’m here for the interview,” she said in one breath, her chest heaving.The gateman glanced at her briefly again before opening the gate for her to walk in. She muttered a word of thanks under her breath and quickly walked in into the compound.If this was a normal day for her, she would have waited to admire the beautiful mansion that stood before her, the way the flowers were planted by the sides of the walkway, the statute of the grey lion that served as the fountain. However, this wasn’t a normal day today, Natasha was late for her job interview.So, she rushed towards the doorstep and rang on the doorbell.She waited, her heart in a mouth, for a few minutes befo
SEVEN YEARS AGONatasha slowly opened the door to the classroom and peeked her head through. She sighed in relief when she saw it empty. She pushed it open, walked and quickly closed the door, after which she slid into a chair and brought out a book to read. Reading in empty places was one of the things she enjoyed doing. She never liked reading in the midst of people or in crowded places. Aside from the fact that people gave her weird looks when they saw her reading, she also knew she would never be able to concentrate of she was in the midst of people.As she flipped the pages open from side to side, her mind drifted off to the new guy, Paul. A small smile unconsciously touched her lips as she thought of him. Paul. He was so nice and so sweet and of course, so handsome. This was his fourth day in school and he was fast becoming everyone’s sweetheart. He had a lovely voice and a beautiful smile. And he was sooo kind. Natasha knew him becoming popular in school was probably a red flag
Two hours later and Natasha had finally cleared up the playroom without any help from either Alex or Alexa. Alex tried to help, though, but he was just a little too playful and too small to be of any use. Alexa on her own part chose to sit on the couch and glare hard at Natasha while she worked.After clearing up the last bit of dirt in the playroom, Natasha slumped into the couch and sighs tiredly. She was about to close her eyes and drift off to sleep when she heard a small, high and saucy voice say, “Is that the work you were hired to do?” Her eyes shot open and she sees Alexa standing in front of her, her arms folded. She sad up, rubbing her eyes tiredly. She tried to compose herself and forces out a smile. “Alexa, sweetie, what’s wrong?”“I’m hungry.”“Um, alright, let’s go to the kitchen, then,” she suggested. “Your dad says you have a chef.”“Yes. Her name is Evelyn!” Alex quipped.“I don’t want her food,” Alexa said.“Why not?” Natasha asked. She could feel her frustration bui