It was past evening already, and Mum could finally affirm that I looked perfect enough to go for prom. Mason came around to pick me up at home in a car, and he was looking so stunned by his expression when he saw me. Yeah, I knew I was killing it. It was more stares, jaws dropping, astounding looks, and more expressions that I couldn't decipher, the moment I made my way into the prom hall with Mason holding my hand. There were so many things to look forward to, that I made sure to leave my pains down at the door of the hall. The party mood kicked in almost immediately with nice music, and there were glasses of champagne rolling in everywhere and there. I was laughing and talking with my Mason and his friends, when Amelia, the girl who won the valedictorian of our set came to drag me with her. "And shall I and the most outstanding of the set take a dance together," she flashed a smile at me, and I took her hand in pleasure as we both started to dance together. She was always sec
Writer's POVThe drive to the airport was a messy one with Dabby not talking to her mother throughout, even till the point that they were to enter into the plane and leave for the city. It was a rough patch. While Dabby went to the bathroom to go and organize herself after her profuse tears, Joanna did one last thing by intentionally dropping Dabby's purse where her phone was at the airport. To her, it was the best way to sever ties between her daughter and her ex-husband's son. When Dabby realized that her phone was gone for good and not in her box, it was when they arrived at their destination and she wanted to text Damien. She asked her mother about her missing phone, and Joanna vehemently denied that she didn't see her phone. It caused her so much pain to know that she had lost contact with Damien, and even caused both the mother and daughter a good relationship. The tension between them was hard to wade off.It was tough for Damien to finish the night without Dabby, and the h
Writer's POV 'Would it end that way?'"Why are you crying, Dabby? What is wrong?" Damien who was so startled to see Dabby in that manner asked her, as he was still trying to process her word and what it meant. He probably understood and recollected very fast, the fact that he thought he had seen someone who looked like her at the event the previous day. The person she seemed to be referring to, was the only person he had been with the entire time. "Hi, Dabby. I'm Akeelah, Damien's Mum," the woman who was luxuriously dressed in a nice blue dress introduced herself. "Damien's Mum?" Dabby's shaky voice asked when she heard what Akeelah said. It cleared the whole misunderstanding about the beautiful mysterious woman that has been his mother all along. ..~``~.. • ..~``~.."I didn't know that she was your Mum," Dabby uttered slowly in her words, as she walked side by side with Damien towards the field of her huge school. She was thankful in her heart that she had not thrown unreasonabl
Dabby:Not that I wanted to be like my mother or anything, but I just desired to be a little similar to her. The cool aura, sexy body, riveting smile, and every charm she possessed. She could make anyone love her, and she always got whatever she wanted, so far she put her mind to it.Joanna Sanders was hot. She was like a magnet. And no one would ever believe that she was my Mum, because I was totally different from her. I was Dabby Sanders. The car that was assigned to pick me up on the last day of the first session in grade twelve drove through the gate, and all my nerdy eyes could catch was the beautiful sight of the guy, that would make every girl in school swoon together with his crew. He was really hot, handsome, charming, and every good thing one can think of, but he was not just the typical cold and gentle guy. Damien Anderson wasn't the usual mind-blowing guy you know that was like the ones you would imagine, but he was one of the most popular in high school and kind o
Dabby: 'Someone please hit me hard on the head, and tell me to wake up from this nightmare.'"Time for breakfast……" I heard the loud voice that certainly belonged to Mum from my bedroom, and I wallowed in my sadness even more because Mum seemed so excited about our new life. Everything was going to be hard for just me. The fact that the day before was a Sunday, did not give anyone enough time to talk comfortably with one another after moving in as a family. The Anderson's house that we were moving into, was huge and beautifully close to the mansions that I have seen in books. Damien really lived a life of luxury. Everything was perfect already. The rooms were arranged so beautifully like a dream room, and the house was already set like we had been living there our whole lives. I kept wondering when Mum had started planning the whole thing, that made everything look like we all went for a family vacation and came back to meet a perfect house. Our own house which was also in town wa
Dabby: Despite my heightened awareness of the situation, no one else seemed to notice that something was amiss. I was the only one obsessing over every detail of everything around me, and no one else seemed to care or be aware of what was going on with me. 'Would they even care? Of course, not. How could they know? It was a word never to come out to anyone.'During the first class, I found it difficult to concentrate due to Damien's threatening words echoing in my mind. He had never spoken to me before ever since we have been in school together, and our newfound relationship was anything but friendly.I struggled to take notes and keep up with the lecture, because my whole mind in disarray. Skipping breakfast for the first time in a while only made things worse, as my stomach growled with hunger and pain. It was as though the juice I drank made everything worse.I usually avoided lunch most of the time to steer clear of any potential conflicts, with the various cliques of students t
Dabby:I didn't actually wait for the last period to end or for the bell to ring, as I picked up my bag and ran out of class immediately. I didn't want to see Damien or the same car that was still returning, back to come to our house later in the evening. Even if Damien were not close enough to be friends or people who could even breathe in the same space, I kind of knew the way he lived his life in school especially. After he was done from school after the beg rang, he went out with either his friends or girlfriend. I had run into them a few times at the mall in the past, mostly in the evenings whenever I followed mum to pick groceries from the store. I was so glad that I would have the entire afternoon to myself alone in the creepily big house, without mum, a new step dad, or a grumpy step brother whom I never wanted. Quickly, I called a cab and took it straight home, because I could not afford getting lost on the third day of getting used to a new environment. Honestly, I wa
Dabby:I tried texting Mason for about two days, but he had not been checking his messages. Knowing that he would still end up checking them later, I didn't want to pressure him unnecessarily about replying or anything. He was like the only friend I had, and there was no way I would lose that by being too clingy. The setting at home was still the same, and my mornings ended up with being dropped miles away from the bus stop. I guess having a rich step daddy was better than I thought, because he sent money into my bank account, which was more than I had ever received as keep-money. So, regardless of how Damien avoided me like a plague or acted, I didn't feel so bad. The trauma of being poured sauce still stuck to me for days, so I made sure to avoid being in the same space with Madison or going for lunch. We were in the same class and it really sucked, because others also wanted to take advantage of how she acted to mess up with me. Damien and his friends were not in our own class