LOGINChapter 11
“I want a new look” I replied as she looked at me in what I would call shock of a lifetime, you know when something close to impossible happens, that look you would have, yep, yep that was the look Tiffany had.“Say what?” she asked in utter disbelief.It is not like I’m stressing or something or maybe I’m asking her to do something out of her power. It was something she enjoyed doing, dolling people up was like her thing, she was known to fix the saddest of girls and make them princesses overnight, that was her gift I would say, so I was doing her a favor actually, she was going to have another gig to do.Davis made series of comments to me these few days and I wanted him to feel shocked the next time he sees me, no, no, no, that came out wrong, I meant I wanted those that laughed at me be wowed when next they see me not like I had Davis particularly in my mind, it was general.Does getting a good life mean staying away from things that makes life interesting?I mean I do not need to be unfair to myself throughout my life time just so I have a perfect future waiting for me. I necessarily do not have to look like a grandma to get my dreams achievedAll these thoughts ran through my mind as I kept hearing echoes of what Davis had said. That was why I finally decided to change myself a little, sorry I mean that was part of the reason.“Hey Tiffany make me look pretty” I said to Tiffany again as she stared surprisingly at me, I knew she found it hard to comprehend what she heard.“Charity I’m not sure I heard you correctly” she replied as her facial expression still looked confused.“I said make me look pretty, I don’t want to be the girl that looks naïve anymore, I want to look attractive Tiffany, like you always do, I do not want to be looked at like I’m a male, I want to be a proper woman” I responded as I flipped my hair and removed my glasses“But are you sure about this? I mean you are not being pressured or anything? What about your mom? I mean what will she do if she finds out” she asked still looking puzzled.“She will know her precious peach is not as innocent as she thought” Sam entered the room“You I think I will like this new change; you will not get to be Ms. Perfect anymore” she added as she chuckled.“Can you not be nice to me for once, just once” I replied“She doesn’t have to know, the look you’ll give me will stay in the college when I’m going home or going to visit her I’ll go back to the naïve Charity” I replied Tiffany.“So you are sure about this and you are okay with it?” She asked“Yep” I replied as I flashed her an assuring smile and nodded then She smiled and nodded too“I love this new energy babe” she responded as she hugged me from behind.Deep down I was actually scared, the fear of living m y comfort zone, the zone I have been acquainted with all my life, I mean for as long as I remembered, I was not made to dress like a proper lady, it was always, book first everything else can come later, so I was scared of trying out the change. What if it does not turn out well and it ends up as a waste of time and I look as unattractive as I have always looked or even worse, or what if proper lady looks is not my thing? The most scry feeling of them all is mummy dearest finding out what I had done, how would she react, will she happy I was finally considering my looks, or would she be upset I ruined how she made me look all my life? I was so anxious but I had to swallow all the anxiety and looked it up in a chest in my stomach if I wanted the whole glow up to actually hold.“So, what’s first?” I asked her while feeling both anxious and excited.“First we go shopping” she replied as she had this unusual smile. She usually has that smile whenever she decides to dedicate her entire day to shopping and guess what that is today.“Oh no”“Oh yes”. *******We spent the whole day shopping for clothes I would have never worn before, we bought skimpy skirts, tight blouses, trousers, hills, converses and many more, I got contacts, yep my days of glasses wearing had come to an end, we visited the spa too and work was done on my face and nails and when we were done at the spa, she suggested we went to the salon to get haircuts to cement the whole glow up and yep I got a new haircut yayy. ******“Woah Charity your new haircut looks amazing” Sam commended for the first time, wow.“Told ya” Tiffany whispered behind me“Wow so you do know my name” I said surprised.“Do not let it get into your head, I do not like you, I like the haircut” she concluded as she left and I smiled silently.“Okay, okay princess, tomorrow is school and that is where we debut new sexy looking Charity, so you have to get so rest, we do not need eye bags on our debut day, now go freshen up and go straight to bed princess” Tiffany spoke’“Thank you” I replied as she muttered you are welcome. *******I was very tired from engagements we had that day that I overslept and I didn’t hear my alarm ring.“Wake up princess it’s morning already” Tiffany tapped me awake“I know princesses have beauty sleeps and all but you are running late for school my love” She continued as I remembered it was morning. I quickly jumped up from the bed as she chuckled.“I will be on my way now, I would have loved to watch your debut but I am running late for a class, but remember do not let take their eyes off you, bye princess” Tiffany as she waved, I did same and she left.I quickly started preparing for school and when I was done, I left for school, I was late for the first class on basics of law. I entered the class in the middle of the professor’s teaching“I’m so sorry I’m late sir I overslept” I was explaining when I realized that the whole class was out of breath“woah”“woahhhh”“Who is that”“woahh”I noticed that the professor too was startled as he stared at me for about 5 minutes before he spoke.“Um um, Ms. Goldtown, it is fine grab a seat”. He replied as he stared at me while I walked into the class.“Wait that is Charity? wow” I could still here whispers.“Hey soda water you can sit here” Derick signaled me as I noticed he had stolen my spot and probably had reserved a seat for me, I looked around and found no other vacant seat so I had no other option than to sit with Derick.“Ms. Goldtown grab a seat” the professor spoke as I quickly sat down as the class resumed.“I believe our fate is intertwined, we keep getting chances to have conversations to get to know each other” he said as he winked and I sighed he brought out his hands in an attempt to get a handshake from me.“Let us start over again, should we? I am Derick Mclean” he said as he brought out the hand.“Don’t push it pretty boy” I replied as I snapped his hand out of my face.He smiled and then said “Wow she called me pretty, awwn she thinks I’m pretty, I’m glad you sound like yourself today soda and yeah you look astonishing today” he concluded as I smiled silently. ******After class everyone wanted to speak to me, everyone wanted to get my number, I mean me?? I was literally being rushed, lol. I was a bit shy as it was the first time, I was experiencing such, all my life people mostly ignored me like I was invisible but the time I was the only ray of light shining and everyone wanted to get a glimpse of it. The whole class was all over me, I managed to maneuver my way out of the class and I headed outside, I was heading to the cafteria when Derick followed me.“Please permit me to go with you soda water” he spoke“NO”“I will not bother you, I promise, I just want to eat with you”“NO”“I have benefits too; I will lecture you on whatever course you want”“Yuck, no”“Pleaseeeee”“Hmph, if I let you will you stop bothering me?” I asked“Yeah”“Fine”He went with me to the cafeteria, and we got food sat together and ate.“You know you look very beautiful while eating” he spoke“Haha very funny, if you do not shut up then I will move to another table” I replied“No do not, but I am being serious though, you are very pretty” he continued“Thank you” I said awkwardly then someone dragged me up.“What do you think you are doing” Davis spoke.“Wow” he added as he analyzed my look, he looked at me carefully“You look b….”“How I look is none of your business” I quickly cut in as I snapped my hands from his.“And why are you here again” I asked“What are you doing here with him” he asked as he looked at Derick“It is none of your business” I replied as I was about to sit back down when he grabbed my hands and started dragging me away.“Let go of my hand, let go, let go” I screamed as he dragged me then someone intercepted and held his hand.“Did you not hear her? She said you should let go of her” it was Derick“And who called you here” Davis asked as he attempted to removed his hands“She said let go” Derick said as he snapped his hand off me and pulled me to his back.“Stay out of this and leave now” Davis added as he walked up to Derick“And if I do not?” Derick asked as Davis pushed him.“That is enough guys, Davis who invited you here anyways, why come pick a fight where you are not invited and Derick I did not ask for your help, the both of you are impossible you especially Davis, lets go Derick”. I concluded as I dragged him away ******“Hey Charrie, would you like to attend my party this night, it’s my birthday “a blonde guy that seemed popular with the amount of people followed him asked“Huh?” I asked“Yeah, please I would like it if you do” he continued“Okay, yeah sure I would love to” I concluded there and I was about leaving when“Hey let me escort you” Derick spoke“No thank you” I replied“pleasee I will keep bothering you if you do not agree”“Hmph why are you such a pain in the ass?”“Cos it’s a pretty ass” he replied and I chuckled“Fine” I repliedHe strolled with me from school to the hostel gate“Okay this is the boundary you can’t go any further, go home now” I spoke“Oh, bummer I enjoyed walking with you, we’ll see at the party, right?” he asked“I don’t know” I replied as I went insideIt was the first time I was actually invited to a party; I was so anxious; I could hear my heart beating so fast that the speed can out run lightening. I was so confused that I brought out all the clothes in my closet.“Hey princess what is wrong with you” Tiffany asked“I got invited to a birthday party, the celebrant invited me” I said“Oh, Ron’s party, yeah I’m going to” she added“So chill party butterfly, what’s the issue at hand” She asked“I don’t know what to wear” I answered“Oh, yeah that’s a big problem you have to look nice” Sam spoke“And I apologize for being so hard on you since”.“It’s fine” I replied as I smiled“Now if the both of done are done with your little reunion, lets help her get ready Sam” Tiffany concluded *****By the end of that evening, I walked to the mirror to see how I looked, I was putting on a velvet red empire style gown with a tempting slit at the front, my left leg, the slit showed most of my lap, it had shiny stones, it was body fitted that my fine curves were brought out, it had an opening at the back that lead to the waist. It really brought out the color of my skin and the shape of my body.“Wow girlfriend you look amazing” Tiffany commented“Wow” Sam added“You too Tiffy” I replied“Now people we have a party to crash” Sam concluded *****We got there and as we stepped out of the car, I swear I saw eyes falling on the ground staring at us, we were the stars of the party.“They look amazing man”“Damn”“The one the red dress is fire”We walked our way through into the party and we sat down. I left to go get a drink.“I’ll have whiskey” I told the bartender“Oh, look what we have here, soda water drinks whiskey too” A familiar voice said from the shadows as he approached me, it was Derick.“I don’t think I have the strength to listen to you today Derick” I replied“Woah, you look breath taking” he replied“Well, I did not come for you, I came to grab a drink as well” he sat down and ordered whiskey tooThe saying that nothing brings people together than a glass of whiskey is accurate, cos Derick and I started talking and laughing, we drank and drank and drank until we were drunk. ******“I want to go home” I whined“I’ll take you home” an unfamiliar voice saidAlthough I didn’t recognize the voice, when he came closer I saw it was the dude that invited me over, Ron.“Oh, Ron hi”“Come on I will take you home” he said as he held my waist“Let go of her waist” Derick said weakly as he was drunk too“Hold my hand not my waist” I said weakly as he dragged me out of the bar. I went with him as I thought he wanted to take me home, then he changed route and instead of walking towards the lot, he walked into a room.“Whe..re a..re you taking me, leave me alone” I shuttered as I spoke While he started dragging me with force.“Leave me leave meeee” I was screaming, then he throw me on the bed.“You looked very beautiful” he said as I continued screaming weakly.I tried to stand up and leave then he grabbed and waist and started caressing it, he was dragging me towards the bed when someone grabbed my hand and snapped his grip away and pulled me away from him.I couldn’t see properly so I didn’t know who it was, he chased the man away and then turned towards me. It was Davis Garraway.The valley does not keep track of time the way the city does. There are no billable hours, no fiscal quarters, no frantic, calendar-driven deadlines. There is only the cycle: the ice, the thaw, the green, and the yield.It has been three years since I walked away from the mahogany-paneled offices of London, leaving behind a life that was as polished and hollow as a store-bought mannequin.I am sitting on the porch of the cabin. The wood beneath me is smooth, worn silver by the sun and the weather—a surface I have maintained with my own hands. The orchard we planted in the first year is finally bearing fruit, the trees heavy with apples that taste of nothing but rain, sunlight, and the specific, iron-rich soil of this slope.Elena is down by the creek, working with a team of neighbors on a community-managed irrigation system. They aren't fighting the developers anymore; the developers, frustrated by the valley’s stubborn refusal to accommodate their rigid designs, long ago sold their p
The morning after the storm brought a silence so profound it felt heavy. The valley, washed clean by the deluge, shimmered under a pale, post-rain sun. The creek had retreated into its banks, though it left behind a landscape rearranged—driftwood piled against the bridge pilings, new gravel bars where the path had been, and a thick, rich layer of silt coating the garden's edge.Elena sat on the porch steps, staring at the debris-strewn creek bed where her entire life had been stored in cardboard boxes only twelve hours ago. She looked different—less like a city tourist, more like a survivor. The manicured polish was gone, replaced by the grime of the mud, and her eyes, though exhausted, had lost their frantic, darting edge.I stepped out with two mugs of coffee. I didn't offer sympathy; sympathy is a soft commodity in a place that demands hard ones. I offered the mug, sat down, and watched the water."It’s going to take a week to dig out the silt from the lower rows," I said. "And the
Spring in the valley was a relentless teacher. It didn't care for the elegance of a legal argument; it only responded to the precision of the planting. The "first green" had turned into a lush, aggressive canopy, and the cabin was now surrounded by a riot of life.I was no longer just the woman who had walked away from the firm. I was the woman who knew exactly how many days of sun it took to bring the snap peas to maturity, and how the soil composition near the eastern drainage ditch dictated the yield of our summer squash. The "geometry" of my life had shifted from the abstract to the tangible."The squash is crowding the beans," Davis said, emerging from the garden patch with a trowel in hand. His shirt was stained with chlorophyll, and his forearms were corded with muscle from months of steady work. "If we don't thin them, we’ll lose the nitrogen balance for the later crops."I stepped into the rows, my own hands mud-caked and steady. I didn't reach for a schedule or a spreadsheet
The thaw arrived not with a gentle sigh, but with a rhythmic, percussive roar. The ice on the creek, which had held the valley in a hushed grip for months, shattered in a series of sharp, resonant cracks that echoed off the ridges like small-caliber gunfire. Then came the rush—a torrent of meltwater fueled by the receding snowpack, turning the sleepy stream into a churning, slate-grey artery of life.I stepped onto the porch on the first morning the temperature stayed above freezing, and the smell hit me first. It was the scent of damp, liberated earth—an aroma so dense and fertile it felt like a physical weight in my lungs. Life, having been compressed and frozen, was now expanding with a frantic, almost violent ambition.Davis was already at the creek, testing the structural integrity of the small footbridge we had built the previous autumn. He looked up as I approached, his face mapped with the weariness of the long winter but alight with the kind of primal satisfaction that only c
Winter did not arrive; it invaded. It came on a Tuesday, heralded by a sky the color of a bruised plum, and by sunset, the valley had been erased. The world beyond the cabin walls ceased to exist, replaced by a swirling, white void that hammered against the cedar siding with a relentless, rhythmic intensity.For the first time since my arrival, the cabin was no longer a workshop; it was a fortress.The rhythm of our life shifted. The frantic, external labor of the harvest was replaced by the internal, meticulous labor of maintenance. We mended tools, we organized the grain stores, we checked the rafters for stress, and we sat.The silence of winter was different from the silence of summer. Summer’s silence was porous, filled with the hum of insects and the rustle of leaves. Winter’s silence was absolute, a heavy, velvet weight that pressed against the windows and demanded a different kind of articulation."The fire is dying," I said, my voice sounding small in the vast, still room.Da
The victory over Sterling-Crest Developments was not marked by a victory party or a celebratory drink. In the valley, such things were not the way of the world. Instead, it was marked by the quiet, steady return of water to the lower basin. Three days after Vane’s departure, the trickle in Elias’s creek deepened into a steady, singing flow. The pasture began to green again, a subtle shift in the color palette of the hillside that only those who lived in constant conversation with the land would notice.For me, the victory brought a different kind of shift. The word had spread, with the speed of wind through dry grass, that there was a "law-woman" in the cabin near the high ridge—someone who could speak the language of the developers and turn their own jargon against them.The consequence was an immediate and overwhelming influx of "neighbors."They came in the evenings, appearing at the edge of the clearing like ghosts emerging from the trees. There was Sarah, a widow whose logging ri
Chapter 7Peach, the nickname my mom called me. Since I was a child, I have never heard her calling me Charity, it is always: Peach, my Peach, darling Peach. I guess the name equally made her feel she had to protect me from the world. Whenever I was found derailing from the blue print she would get
Chapter 6My mom prepared my life’s blue print, and in the blue print one of the important details there was the kind of people I had to interact with, the kind of friends I was to make and the kind of people I should have business with. The blueprint only allowed me to mingle with the rich, the sm
Chapter 5 I got out of the car and I looked up and saw it Starman college. It was as beautiful as I had imagined it was way bigger than I imagined too. This college was known to be one of the best in California like I mentioned earlier, with its recommendations and grade A teachers you were alread
Chapter 4 The morning was bright, the sun was shining so bright like it was its last day to shine. The birds were hyperactive as the sang melodious tunes and jumped through branches. I knew it was a good day. I went to the window side to get fresh air, then I saw Davis packing his bags already, he







