Married to Mr Celebrity

Ava's sleep was disrupted by the knock on the door and she mumbled some words in-between sleep “what the heck not even my alarm!” 

Slowly with unwilling movements she opened the door biting her lips praying it had better not be her mom, “oh thanks goodness it’s you Jenny!” she exclaimed, pouting her mouth with folded arms and stamped foot, at the sight of the maid. 

“Good morning Ava, sorry for being an alarm today” Jenny said with a very kind smile which showed so much care and reassurance. 

“Mom sent you?” Ava asked, rolling her eyes knowing fully well what the woman she calls mother is capable of. 

“On a different note today, just to break some rather unwavering news.” Jenny said and kissed her teeth immediately. 

“About school? Or another of her trips? What exactly is it?” She asked unsure of which it was with her face blunt and her eye threatening to send down the rain of tears stored there. 

Jenny helped Ava have a seat on the mattress while she used her hands to pat her slowly on the back. 

After a long exhale, Jenny broke the news, “You are getting married.” 

“Married?” Ava asked, leaping up from the mattress her face already flooded with tears. 

“To whom and why?” At this point her heart was already losing its grip over her body, and so many thoughts were running through her mind. 

‘how did she ever pick out of the billions of people in the world, this woman for a mother?’ she thought while weeping. 

“Jenny, just tell me this is a prank already.” she said looking at Jenny's face as though the only thing that could save her was right there. 

Jenny with a flick of tear on her eyelids picked Ava from the floor she sat, “I know this is hard, Ava but…” 

“But what?” She cut in standing firm and breaking loose from Jenny's grip. 

“Ehh? What exactly?” she asked, searching Jenny's eye that showed so much pain and emotions. 

“Hasn't she controlled my life enough?” Ava asked in between her breath. 

“She tells me everything to do every time, I don't even have a say of my own” she paused for a bit, biting her lower lips and putting her hands on her forehead. 

“Jenny, I'm just 18, what I'm I marrying for?” Jenny walked a few steps closer to Ava. 

“You need to calm down Ava, she's your mother”  

“My mother? Oh please! Never for once has that woman played the role of a mother, all she does is make my life miserable.” Ava said and this time her tears gushed down her face the more. 

“You know what, I should go talk to her myself.” Ava said and rushed out of the room not even waiting to hear what Jenny had to say about her decision. 

“Oh poor child.” Jenny said, kissing her teeth. 

Rushing down the stairs, Ava could barely see properly, her tears were already blinding her eyes. 

All she wanted at this moment was to see her mom and ask why? 

Heart was almost losing its grip over her, it was tearing apart, she was heartbroken again by this woman. 

She got to her mom's door, she used her back hand and cleaned her face, sniffing in and posing with strength so she doesn't look weak in front of her mom. 

She knocked on the door. 

In about two to five minutes of waiting, the devil showed up, her mother's face showed at the door. 

“Good morning, mom.” she greeted with a frown looking away. 

“Good morning, lady Ava, you can come in.” 

Following her mom behind her, she wished she could strangle her from behind. 

“Go on, What's the matter?” Mrs. Sarah asked with no emotions on her face. 

“Mother, why?” Ava said, trying to fight her own emotions and tears that were already at her eyelids waiting to grace her face again. 

“I'm just 18 and you want me married?” Ava asked. 

“That's it Ava, you keep thinking you are little!” Mrs Sarah said, while she readjusted on the mattress she sat. 

“Go prepare for school, you are getting married to Ryan and that's final.” Mrs. Sarah added while she moved into the bathroom. 

Sluggishly Ava walked out the door leaving the room, her mom's words repeating in her brain. 

Thoughts running down her mind, ‘who is Ryan and why was she getting married to him’ she knows her mother was the devil but this was just too much. 

At the other end Jenny stood watching Ava walk up the stairs to her room, she felt so much for her, but somehow Jenny was glad with the arrangement as it was going to cut off some of Mrs. Sarah's controlling slack over her. 

When Ava got to the room, she quickly changed into her towel, walked into the bathroom, laying into the bathtub afterwards. 

She enjoyed the warm soapy water in it and when she was done, she came out and returned to her room. 

She picked up her phone and dialed Nicole's number, it rang and ended with no answer. With a pout on her face she moved to her wardrobe to pick out her school uniform. 

‘I’m already having a bad day, I hope nobody stresses me in school today’ she thought. 

After putting on the dashing school uniform which was a short high waist skirt and purple long sleeve, she went for her purple stockings and black sneakers and brushed her dark hair in front of the mirror. 

She let the hair fall freely on her shoulders and applied a light brown lipstick on her lips. 

Wow! She admired herself in front of the mirror. She was looking as pretty as ever. 

Well, it’s not like Ava is a boastful type or something; it’s just that everybody says she's uniquely beautiful. 

She had white sparkling eyes and a kind of small face – which fitted her though. 

But the main thing that drives people crazy is her shape. 

Yeah, even the maid Jenny tells her she's got the best shape. 

Her butt was very big and her boobs – big and firm. 

Her waist was slim and narrowed down to her big butt, giving it a perfect figure 8 – like they call it. 

Their uniform which was a short high waist skirt wasn’t helping matters either as the high waist made her butt more attractive. 

Over half of the ladies in school envied her because she was the only girl who drew that much attention to herself. All the boys have been crazy over her and even if she keeps singing to them that she's not ready for a relationship, it still doesn’t stop them from running after her. 

Well, it isn’t her fault, is it? She didn’t create it herself. 

After primping herself up and making doubly sure she was ready to go, she took her pink designer school bag and sauntered out of the room. 

With a sign she walked into the car that waited outside, hoping she sights Nicole immediately as she entered school.