chapter one

CHAPTER 1

My name’s Charity Goldtown, I’m a 17-year-old 5’6 sink black straight haired light brown skinned girl who grew up without a father nor any other family member except my mom. I know it sounds weird like who grows up without any family? but actually I did.

My father died when I was still 2 and when he died my grandparents, his parents had abandoned my mom and sent her out, well that was what I was told. I know the question that just popped in your head, what about her mom’s family. My mom was an only child of pilot and a nurse, her mom the nurse had died after her birth and her father the pilot died when she was 22, his plane crashed, I know tragic right.

Well I guess all that had happened in my mom’s life had made her develop immunity to pain , she never shows signs of pain or cries. One time on my birthday she sent messages to my grandparents that it was my birthday she thought they would come and instead they ignored her.

My mom moved us to LA, California to start up a new life after many failed attempts at getting my grandparents to accept us back, I don’t know but I think they believe I’m not my dad’s child or something. The incidents that occurred after my dad died made my mom become a single mom who depended on no one and fought through the world to achieve what she achieved.

We moved to California when I was 4 and ever since then my mom ensured I never felt the need to seek for a family member she was all in one.

Since then, she has been the one catering for me. So, she ensured she planned my entire life before I was 6 to ensure that I do not get to experience what she did. My life had its own blueprint before the owner was able to say blue print, funny right? I know it might seem like it’s too much but given what my mom had to face; she had the right to protect me from what she had seen.

My life was a “pre prepared life”, my life was structured and well planned, everything in my life was written down by my mom. The school’s I would attend, the grades I would get, the completions I would have to participate in, the trophies I should bring home, the extracurricular activity I indulge in, the sport I practice, the kind of friends I make, the kind of movie I watch, the artists I listen to their music, you name it, everything was planned before I was 6.

One time in middle school I choose to ignore tennis and I went for volleyball, I had been going for the practices I was one of the best players, when it was time to play for the school, somehow my mom managed to figure out and she stormed in and created a scene.

“Peach! Peach!” she shouted as she gave me a terrifying look.

“What in the world are you doing? you are not supposed to play volleyball till you turn 12, what are you doing” she continued while the whole class stared.

“Mom I just wanted to…”

“I do not want to hear it pack your things let’s leave” she concluded as I left with her.

It has been like that my entire life and never have I questioned the system nor have I noticed a glitch in it. I enjoyed the system and I went with the flow, I mean the system ensured I was always the best in the everything I do.

I have been like that my entire life and never have I been bothered about it until I Davis Garraway said what he said to me

“You are not even my type Goblin”

“You are not even my Type goblin”

Those words kept ringing in my head like bells from lord Krishna’s temples would ring on a Delhi night.

“Why would he say that to me?”

“Why would someone say that to me?”

“Charity are you not beautiful?”

No baby you’re beautiful

a familiar voice said, yep it was my subconscious

He just has bad taste she continued

What if he was right?

I went towards my closet and sat in front of my mirror as I stared at the light brown skinned girl sitting in front of it, she had a pale tint of orange eyes that looked like the sun when it is setting, with a carefully drawn out pointed nose that looked like the tip of a needle. With her lips that had varied colors with the upper lip having a shiny black color, the shines where visible and the lower lip was bright pink, and had an antiblue round shaped pair of glasses on. She was beautiful…….

I was still admiring myself when my mom walked into the room

“Hey peach what’s wrong?” she asked as she gave me the worried look

“Nothing is wrong mom nothing” I replied trying to sound as assuring as I can

“It does not look like nothing, why you staring at yourself? you do not usually care about what you look like”

“No reason mom I just thought I had a zit so I wanted to clarify”

“A zit! Where, where show me” she jumped at me and started examining my face.

“Mom, mom stop, stop” I pulled away from her “I’ve checked and I have no zit mom, see no zit” I said as I showed her my face.

“Phew I know you can’t have a zit baby; my perfect little girl cannot have a zit; you are beautiful my darling and no zit can ever make its way to your pretty face”

“Now get some rest peach you need all the rest you can get you had a stressful day today, get some rest my Peach”. She switched off the lights and wished me a goodnight

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I woke up the next day feeling all rejuvenated I knew I had a glow that morning. I got up and opened up the window I saw the birds chattering.

“Hey birds” I smiled as I lifted my voice and met eyes with Davis

“Do you now talk to birds too, wow you keep getting better and better” he said mockingly as he laughed and left the window side. It almost infuriated me but nothing was going to ruin my day. I ignored him looked at the birds again and left the window side.

“Peach, Peach!!!!!” I could hear my mom screaming from downstairs, “Peach come down come come” she continued.

I ran down with curiosity eager to know what was wrong.

“Peach, you got a mail today” she said excitedly

I looked at her for a while with blank look.

“what’s in it?” I asked

“Open it, open it” she answered

I opened it and well I was accepted into Starman college.