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2023-01-05 19:43:46CHAPTER 3
The Garraways were well known in California and around the world as Mike and Stacy Garraway, renowned astronomer and CEO of the Garraway group of hotels and suite respectively were married with two kids, Davis, no need for introduction and Mitchell, a 6-year-old bright ash haired, green eyes girl who was the pride of the family.The Garraways were richer than the city’s mayor although they don’t show off, well maybe not all of them. Davis was known to buy new cars each day a new model had been released and ensured he wore nothing less than designers made by only three specific designers; Louis Vuitton, D&G and his all-time favorite Gucci. Davis had been known all over the neighborhood and he did not give a single fuck about. His parents on the other hand were mostly never around given the nature of their job and Mitchell had a nanny to look after her.Since we moved to California, the Garraways were always involved in one of our shits. Yep if anything had happened with our family it always had a connection with the Garraway family, yet my mom was best friends with Stacy Garraway. One time our house almost caught fire and it was accredited to Stacy Garraway. ************Well I woke up after the long night which was all thanks to devil Davis, it was not a beautiful morning, the sky had a pale look, clouds were covering the sun and it was hard for it to portray its rays, the clouds covering the sun looked gloomy.“I guess we are about to have an outpour” I said as I got down from my bed.I went towards the window side to try my usual ritual of opening the windows and saying hi to the birds and trees. I opened the windows and the sky was looking worse than it did with the window shut, I couldn’t find any bird so I closed the window.“Peach, peach we have to go shopping today” my mom said“Shopping for what mom?” I asked“Did you forget? Or your just joking?” she asked and waited for my reply for a while and personally I did not understand what she was on about, I mean not like I forgot more of I didn’t think of anything at the moment.“seriously peach you forgot?, well your going to Starman tomorrow and we have to go shopping for that” she added.What! I totally forgot but how can I forget Starman howwww, I forgot tomorrow is my big day, the day I take the leap that will lead me to success, the leap that determines my future, I’m not really yet and the sky’s looking all sad, no sky listen up you’ve got to cheer up I don’t need to dropping tears today I need to go get things I’ll need for tomorrow so whatever it is that is bothering you get it off your mind before I’m done bathing. ********“Mom no that looks hideous” I said as I took two steps backwards then I bumped into someone.“Watch where you’re going goblin, and try not to touch me again I don’t want to end up ugly as you.”I turned and it was Davis, he immediately pushed me out of his way well typical Davis Garraway, I know right tell me about it.“you ass….”“Hello Mrs. Goldtown, how you doing” Davis immediately cut in“Davis, how are you doing, what are you doing here?” she asked him“well I came to pick up somethings before we tomorrow, I’m going to college tomorrow” he added“Wow what a coincidence, we are here too to pick somethings up for Peach”Yeah, right coincidence my foot, this is probably another of his evil plans to torment you. ************It was night time already and the sky listened to me it didn’t rain after all.“You are not even my type goblin”You probably thought I’ve forgotten about it but it kept ringing in my head and every time I saw Davis Garraway I would remember it like it happened yesterday, Davis had always said nasty things to me but what he said that day had eaten me deep.“Hey Peach, you still awake?” my mom asked“Yes mom”“Try get some sleep Peach, we have five hours drive tomorrow to Starman”. She concluded as she switched off the lights in my room.I immediately remembered it was tomorrow, I was going to Starman tomorrow to become my own person, my mom wouldn’t dictate everything like she used to. Well practically she chose the college and chose your course so she’s still dictating champ, get out of here! I quickly forgot about Davis and what he had said.“no one is going to ruin my big day tomorrow” I concluded and I went to sleep.
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