Raymond's POV;I make it to a tard road panting heavily. I have been running through a desolate area full of abandoned buildings, for what seems like forever.I stand by the roadside, cradling my sore elbow, which has now extended to a sore arm. Zero to no cars pass and I decide to start walking towards the north. I am too tired to keep running, and besides, I found no one chasing me. I was just running for fear of being caught. There are trees on both sides of this road and all I can hear asides from the chirping of birds, are my labored pants. Up ahead, I spot a truck. Its back doors are non-existent and the back is empty. It must be a personal vehicle I think to myself. I spot a man I presume to be the driver of the truck beside it, peeing in the bushes, and just then, an idea hits me. I silently increase my pace. Checking behind me to be sure I'm not being watched or followed. Once I get to the truck, I sile

Christiana's POV;It's morning and I'm sitting at the study table in my room working on my plan drafts. The page I'm currently working on concerns the jewelry section Drake is running. For some reason, he has been losing customers and I have been able to figure out some of the problems and how to fix them. I'm not doing this for that brat, but for myself. Once I'm done with all these, I'd take them to grandma and finally make her understand that she's been underestimating me all this while. It's bright and silent today, and I'm enjoying the serenity of my room. My room has a white theme. Everything in it is white. From curtains to furniture, and even the walls. I like it this way as the color white gives me a serene feel and internal peace. The study table I'm at is not too far from the glass doors that lead to the room's balcony. This gives one a refreshing sight of the beautiful sky, My king-sized bed is behind me and ther

Christiana's POV;I watch her walk over to where granny is standing, and she whispers something into grandma's left ear. Causing grandma to look in Raymond and his friend's direction.What is that peep squeak up to?They both begin to walk over to Raymond and I know whatever is coming next, would not be palatable.Just when I make to walk over to them, a voice stops me."Mrs. Cristinana! "I turn around to find a young girl running up to me."Excuse me, ma'am, hope you don't mind, but I've been dying to see you. I'm such a huge fan of yours, I spent my whole savings and got my dad to borrow some money, just so I could get a ticket to attend this party.I did it for you. "The young girl says. I was right. Grandma used this event to make money."Ma'am, I'm a student under scholarship at the Oxford University, and I want to be lik

Raymonds POV;I sit on a wooden bench beneath a tree and fix my gaze on the moon. It's fully out and is displaying its beautiful glory. Staring at it now, I wonder how it does what it does. How it remains so beautiful and adored despite all its scares and holes. Despite all the crashes and hurt it's been through. Despite it being so far from human habitation, we still found a way to get up there to trample on and mark it. Yet, it doesn't stop shinning and doesn't stop being beautiful. Some trample on it, some worship it and some like me, adore it. It isn't the brightest source of light, yet it is the most adored. One can't stare at the sun despite all its glory and purpose, but this humble moon remains forever flawless. Why can't humans be treated and seen this way? Why can't humble people who lay low, be honored. Why can't we just be as simple as the moon, and still be loved just like it too?All my life, while growi

Raymonds POV;I walk into my bedroom from the balcony in search of comfort from the morning Sun's blaze. At first, it was soothing and warm, but now it's slowly beginning to intensify and I don't think sunburn is something I'd quite enjoy.I find Christiana at the study table, scribbling furiously unto the document before her. This isn't the first time I'm seeing her with this document and the level of attention she shows to it is very intriguing. I mean, she's so focused, she hasn't even noticed I'm back in the room and staring at her.Her dark hair fallen to aside. Helping to outline the beauty of her face's side view. She keeps writing on the papers and my curiosity deepens. What could she possibly be writing?I clear my throat to gain her attention and this startles her a bit. She looks up at me and a little laughter escapes her lips. Probably laughing at her absent-mindedness."Good