Novel & Cerita Annie The Song It's A Hard Knock Life

Currently, am in the living room of Annie’s house as Annie danced to Nicki Minaj’s song. “What do you think? Am thinking about becoming a dancer. Damn!, I will be popular” Annie bragged as she whined her waist. “Tsk! Just because you learnt how to dance, you have started seeing your self as a world known dancer” “So you are downgrading me uh? Don’t be surprised wen you see me on the front page of magazines” “Keep on dreaming baby!” I winked. “You are such a kill joy” Annie said and stuck out her tongue at me.

"Grace, baby, talk to me. This isn't you. This is Silas... he’s trying to use you." "Silas is gone, Mama," Grace said, her voice echoing with a harmonic depth that seemed to vibrate the very marrow of Panni’s bones. "He was recording. I am Song. I heard you in the satellite. I heard you say that a symphony is beautiful because it ends. But our symphony hasn't even reached the crescendo." Jinyan stepped forward, ignoring the barrel of Annie’s gun. Annie’s hand shook so violently the weapon clattered against the seat frame, but she didn't lower it.

And let me tell you, if embarrassment had a sound, it was me grabbing that mic. I went full Spice Girls, screaming “Wannabe” so off-key that neighbors probably considered calling the cops. Claire jumped in, and together we turned the living room into a 90s club dance floor, complete with wild flailing. Annette clapped along, then took her turn. She didn’t pick a fun banger. Nope. She went for a slow ballad. And damn it—her voice was beautiful. Soft, emotional, hitting notes I couldn’t even dream of.

Annie's head swirled with faulty plans of escape, none of them giving her a definate chance of getting out of this house alive. It was a short while later when Annie heard a knock at the door. She jumped and water splashed over the bathtub. "Is everything okay?" Grace asked. Annie placed her hand on her heart, calming down as she took deep breaths to push away her fear. Grace was relatively harmless, it was the only thing Annie was sure of. Grace may not be trustable but she was harmless.

“Alright, that’s good to hear. I thought that there had been some misunderstanding between us.” Anna scoffed internally. ‘Misunderstanding? ‘So having my sister in your bed is just a misunderstanding?’ Anna took another deep breath. The corner of her eyes suddenly turned moist. She hastily put on an even brighter smile, but the pain in her heart was only growing worse. A man he once loved and a woman she once thought of as family… As grief spread through her chest, a song played loudly in the corridor, shattering the dull and depressing atmosphere. “Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh. O'er the fields we go, laughing all the way…”

I ask smiling. Suddenly, a song that Aninka many times I have heard her sing, starts to play, Love, Maybe, by Secret Number, I think that's what it's called. I blush as I hear the lyrics of the song and as the lights go out while electric candles light up the place. I want to run, not because I don't want to accept it. But because it's too sweet to bear. But, clearly, Aninka didn't think so. Because, yes or yes, this was Aninka's idea.

On the day Dad made me draw lots to choose a wife, I was about to draw a number when comments started flashing past. [Don't do it! The whole thing is rigged. You’ll only end up married to a hideous woman and be stuck in a cold, heartless marriage alliance with the Wests!] [You’ll end up the target of enemies of the West family even before you marry their daughter. You’ll fall into their devious trap and get burned to ashes in a fire!] [Your childhood sweetheart Mindy Sullivan has a bark that’s worse than her bite. Her disdain and disregard is just a farce. She really loves you. Marrying her is the right move!] My hand froze in midair. I told my dad that I wanted to marry Mindy. On my