She was scared of growing up but she wanted to sometimes, she just wanted to know how it felt like to be that independent lady, wanted to know how it felt like to wear a long weave with fancy make up, she loved being beautiful really.
She felt like beauty and confidence were the power of success, being a beautiful lady gave one that power and impression to the men that “I have everything I need and want, I am able to do this and that all by myself, to prevent sons of Eve from taking advantage of you and make themselves be in control.
She always told girls that “In order for you to credit the prettification part, you have to be beyond optimistic, let it be your intermediate name.
Always vibrate decent energy even with
“Candice... I gave you everything that I had to give you, I expressed my feelings to you, all of them, and you were like a wife to me, the girl of my dreams, the girl that I had always wanted for future. To you, I saw the mother of my children. My wish was to keep you in my arms till the very end, marry you and continue making you the “super diva hell of a woman that you are even now. To be honest with you, you really look beautiful and it’s like you look even more beautiful day by day, you are too hot, you have always been my love but love isn’t all about beauty, no it has never been about that. Yes you would give me the prettiest kids ever but trust is no longer there, you crushed it into tiny pieces that I find hard to
The kids shouted, screamed loud for her, ran to her with their open arms, she opened her arms wide too and gave them the warmest hug ever. She knew they were expecting something nice from her and yes they really were. So by that, she pretended she had nothing, the youngest kid even told her he was starving to death, not that he was, he was just trying to test if Candice did brought them something as usual. The youngest child always called her his mom, she was also getting used to it, she had never had an issue about it, and she just enjoyed it because it made her feel mature. Did she have a choice? No she didn’t of course so she gave them snacks wh
She was single, that means she was free to do anything and everything anywhere and anytime, but as she was in that mentality, she didn’t want her fun to disrupt her studies. Funny thing is that she hated anything that had to do with counting or sciences, she just hated it so much in a way that I can hardly explain. Her friends and herself included had always loved cruising around town and they still did, even though they were seniors of the school but they had gotten better. The cruising gave them more than enough time to look for what they wanted, which included clothes, and boys of course. Candice’s friends were in relationships except for her. T
They got off the car, actually before she did, the white man dropped off first and opened the door for her, and that’s when she dropped off. She wasn’t used to that, of which it is understandable, she was very young, a high school kid which was mature at that. She had her own expectancies, she knew how she was going to fight whenever battle arose anytime, but she had this little concern that “what if I fail, then what? What reason will I reason to my parents if ever anything bad happens? But she had this belief that everything will fall into place. They got into the house, he offered her a drink, took a tour around the mansion and it was breath-t
Miss Peterson had messed up big time, she felt like a different person, a different person that she hated so bad, she felt so cheap, so useless, actually, she saw herself as a lose slut, giving herself a name of what she had done wasn’t easy, simply because it was totally embarrassing. She stayed in the bathroom for quite some time, having deep thoughts, wondering how life would have been if she had all the support that she needed, her mother included. She wished she would change the situation but everything was not up to her. Except all of that, Candice was a very smart young girl, she always watched out if protection was there. She was very afraid of pregnancy, she knew she wouldn’t afford it
They hardly had chats, let alone general ones at that. She was never comfortable around her. She knew she had to save some of the money for her hair, and for fun of course, her fun was having the good stuff, she loved food so much so to her that was her fun. The big problem with the fun was that it had to come with its perks which were expensive. It wasn’t going to be really fun without her friends, so for her friends to be part of the fun she wanted, she knew she would have to explain where she had got the money and that was for her to know, it was personal, private and confidential. She knew telling her best friend about the white man story would just be a shout out to everyone, and the school would see her as a prostitute. Not that her best friend was a news spreader, no, she wasn’t, but Candice was mature enough to know in he
The guy was good looking, he had the looks, especially the looks that drove Candice mad, and actually, she had a soft spot for him, or maybe a little crush if there is something of that existence. “Thanks lov… I mean thanks Mark, thanks really, you look good too, and actually you always look good”. She looked at him straight in the eyes and he did some blushing to. “Agh nah, not like you though, you are always on point”, they both laughed. It was time for her to drop off, they hugged, he told her his doors were open if ever she needed help with anything and she appreciated that. They planned they were going to meet on a Friday when she came back from school just to do a few exam papers. They hugged, and she
Fortunately for her she was the "non school date", otherwise that was going to be a big blow for her. She really hated getting embarrassed in front of her boyfriend. School wasn't bad for her, although the pressure was sitting of her throat. But then she remembered she had a Mastermind in Mathematics, as soon as that thought slipped her mind, she put I her head that she had to call the guy. "Guys, am afraid I have to leave you now, I really had a good time, actually you made my day.". Candice said it full of laughter on her face. One of her classmates added " surely guys, it has to be more like a picnic next time, just chill in a park before we sit down for our final exams". They all agreed to that, although Candice couldn't control herself, the only thing that spun in her mind was to hear the guy saying he is home and obviously not busy. They all hugged, then she parted a