The minute Sam heard her friend say: “I have an idea”, she knew something crazy had come to her mind. Charlotte had the craziest ideas, and most of the time, her plans led up to a huge mess. Like the time they tried to prank their Greek teacher for giving them a low grade on their end of course project. Charlotte put glue on the blackboard eraser, so, when the teacher took it, it would get stuck in her hand. However, the teacher sent one of her students to do that job and, to make things worse, the girl was allergic to the glue's compounds, which caused her a horrific allergic reaction. In sight of the events, Charlotte and Samanta could not bear the guilt and confessed their mischief, earning them a one week suspension.
She knew this could be no exception. As soon as Charlotte left the room wearing the burka and with Sam's speech in her hands, Samanta had a hunch. Aháva was holding her hand, looking at her with fear, which confirmed it. The crazy plan would not work. As soon as they realized that was not Samanta speaking, people would begin to wonder.
“What am I even doing?” She asked herself.
Her daughter looked at her as though she was out of her mind.
“Mommy! Where are we going? Where's daddy?” The young girl cried.
“No time for questions, honey. Just walk, please” Samanta was terrified.
“But, mommy…” the girl started getting nervous. “Why are we running?” She asked. At that point, Sam regretted raising her child to be so curious and independent. Aháva was smart and hard to cheat. She knew something fishy was going on. “Mommy!” the girl yelled and pulled her mother's hand, demanding an explanation. “What's wrong? Why are you scared?”
Sam kneeled and hugged her while her eyes fogged up.
“I'm fine, honey. I am not scared. I promise, I'll explain everything when we're home” she stood up and walked on, holding her daughter's hand tightly.
She sped up her strides and looked all around. Her heart was pounding.
She rushed around the corner to get to her car, but as she crossed, she looked the other side, not noticing the person coming towards them.
She could not stop herself from walking into this man, falling hard on the floor, while the cause of her fall tried helping her back on her feet.
“I am very sorry. I did not see you. Honestly, I…” words stumbled upon one another in his throat.
“Don't worry. I'm fine” Sam stood up, shaking her clothes.
As soon as their eyes met. Her world started to crumble.
Dominik was looking back at her, dumbfounded.
“Mommy, are you okay? You bounced right off Mr. Dominik!” Said Aháva, giggling.
Mommy? That word pulled Dominik from his stupor. He shook his head and looked at the girl next to Samanta. Their daughter.
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I shook my head hard to concentrate on my friend's voice. She kept talking, but I stopped listening to her for a moment because I was thinking about Harvey, the gorgeous blond I met two months ago on one of my many girls' outings with Gabrielle, and who I started dating four weeks ago. He was divorced and had two young children. All my life I was reluctant to have anything with a man with children, because my policy was always: If I can buy a new car, ¿why buy a used one? This thought became ingrained in me as a result of living with my stepmother. It's not that our relationship was bad, but I remember a couple of times I tried to make her life miserable, just for fun. I was afraid that divine justice would take its toll on me for those years of rebellion and headaches I'd caused Valerie. But there was something about Harvey that appealed to me so much. He was very direct and upfront. When he approached me, he didn't do it with the typical cliché phrases that all men use to approac
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The car was parked in front of the place h e had been frequenting for the last few days. It was a good place t o dance (he loved t o dance) a n d have a couple of drinks in the company of a pretty woman. h e met Melanie in New York a n d since then she accompanied him o n his tour. That's how h e wanted it, a n d although August didn't need the woman who was willing t o have a good time with him, she was perfect, because she was funny a n d undramatic. (At least it seemed that way at first) I didn't understand how his attitude changed in a matter of three days.He shook his head a n d cleared his mind. I didn't want t o think about that. h e was ready t o celebrate that night h e appeared in the place h e had dreamed of for so many years. For every illusionist, the MGM Grand Garden Arena was a statement that h e was reaching the pinnacle of his career. His parents knew it a n d that i s why they traveled from Scotland t o accompany him. Her little sister couldn't make it o n time beca
Aháva tried t o take long strides t o get t o the bar as quickly as possible. The club was packed a n d people seemed t o be possessed by some kind of demon of lust, as they groped each other while dancing grotesquely. The blonde looked at the couple o n her right a n d couldn't help but shudder. Could it be that they did not know about the existence of hotels? God! She didn't understand why she agreed t o go t o that place with her friends, if she never liked going t o places like that. She was more of mountains, rivers a n d beaches. h e liked t o be in contact with nature while enjoying the silence or reading a good book. I had known Lauren, Jessica, a n d Alicia since I was eight years old. h e had just moved with his parents t o California. They lived in the same neighborhood a n d went t o the same school. Since then they were inseparable friends.Aháva was about t o turn nineteen a n d college was just around the corner. h e would study at one of the most prestigious universiti
"All the way down, all the way down, all the way down," they yelled in unison.The girls tried t o encourage the youngest of all t o drink the entire contents of her glass in one sip. However, the blonde with green eyes could not do it, because she did not like the taste of tequila or a n y alcoholic beverage. I didn't understand how there were people who drank liquor until their livers dried up, if the taste of alcoholic beverages was so awful.She licked her lips, wrinkled her nose, a n d put the glass back o n the table.Aháva grimaced a n d wiped the corner of her lip with the back of her hand.-I do not can. It's disgusting,” h e yelled, due t o the high volume of the music. How do they make you drink this? It i s awful!—Booo. Don't be a spoilsport,” the eldest of all spoke up. Lauren, a pretty woman about six feet tall, slim, with black hair, gray eyes, a n d white Caucasian skin."You said you'd have a couple of drinks with us," Jessica, the giggling redhead with black eyes a