Homecoming Mum Supplies Novels & Stories

At the supermarket, I bought many things, from instant noodles to school supplies, and sent them all to the charity fund immediately. By the time I returned home, it was two in the afternoon. I quickly ate a bowl of rice and went to bed to play with my son. Seeing him playing house with Mie, my heart ached for him. As soon as he saw me, Treas cheered. "Mama is home." Mie, sitting nearby, also chimed in. "You are home early, ma'am." I smiled and nodded at Mie, then reached out to pat my son's head. I was a bit tired from carrying so many things, but seeing him gave me renewed energy.

5 When we get back ‘home’—Susie’s home, more a collection of random furniture and broken knick-knacks crammed within solid walls than it is a ‘home’—my mother shrugs off her jacket and throws it on the kitchen table. I set down the milk, the eggs and lube I carried under my own jacket. I keep the two packs of gum in my back pocket. Those are for me. “We didn’t think to take any bread,” my mother says. She rolls her eyes at me, smiling.

Miles concludes, a smile standing strong on his lips. Mom squeals, grabbing my hands. “Cora. Cora. Cora!” She flings her arms around me, smashing my face to her chest. “This September. That’s only a few weeks away. We’ll need to buy uniforms, school supplies…” “Mom, I haven’t even accepted yet.” Mr. Miles nods kindly. “Your uniforms and school supplies and everything else you’ll need will be covered by Mr. Beckham as well.” “Cora,” Mom hisses. “What are you waiting for? Accept the offer.”

Mom added. "How are you going to hide here? Just never leave the house?" I asked and she smiled. "No, silly. I'll use a glamour spell" she replied and I shook my head. "Why? Who are you hiding from?" I asked but Mom and Iris wouldn't answer me. I sighed and looked at Jasmine who shrugged. "Can Lily and I go to the mall tomorrow to get school supplies and clothes?" Jasmine asked as we cleared the table. Aunt Iris looked at Mom and she shrugged.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. But you can’t let them break you like this. You hear me?” I didn’t respond, just kept breathing against her. The warmth of her words helped, but the ache inside didn’t go away. “Listen to me,” she said after a while, brushing my hair back. “You have to go to the homecoming tonight. I don’t care how you feel right now, but you can’t let them see you down. Go there, smile, enjoy yourself. Let them know you’re still standing.” “Homecoming?” I raised my head, frowning. “I’d rather die, Mum. There’s no way I’m going.”

Clair POV “I’m sorry, Mum, but I have to go.” I whispered into my cellphone. It had been so long before Lily was born since I last heard Mum’s voice. And it seems to be our final words yet again and it felt so rusty on my tongue. “Be good, my baby. And I promise to be alive for you, until you feel it’s right again.” She cried, and the sound cracked something open in my chest. My heart thundered against my work uniform, loud enough I thought the supervisor might hear it through the wall.

In the furniture area, they'd gotten the standard student foam covered in a blue foam cover. In the provisions sections, Bliss had wanted to pick virtually everything she'd set her eyes on, chocolates, beverages, assorted drinks, juices, fries, dried fruits, biscuits, cereals, sausages, candies and what have you. At the end Brad had chosen what she needed for her and her mom had added a few wants after which her mom had promised to bring some for her visiting days which made Brad scoff. After buying everything they'd needed, they'd returned home. Soon, Bliss was packing her stuff to return to school. She could now go back to school and have fun and eat her provisions. Maybe make a few friend

I tried to bite my lip to suppress my smile, but it was no use. Breakfast was over, the table was cleared, and I found myself in the passenger seat of Mom’s car, still feeling like I was sleepwalking through the morning. “You’re never going to get anywhere in life if you keep sleeping like this,” Mom said, shooting me a disapproving look as she started the car. After hitting up several shops for the necessary souvenir supplies—the hats, the t-shirts, the mugs, balloons, confetti, party supplies, you name it—we made our way to the grocery store to stock up on some essentials.

But I knew better. That door was built to recognize purity. Lineage. Truth. And it had opened. Something wasn’t adding up. Callum Homecoming. I’ve heard the word alone so much, it was enough to make my left eye twitch. Toby, I don’t know what’d I’d do without the guy, was barely hanging on. He’d been running around the last forty-eight hours like a glorified courier pigeon, coordinating catering changes and chasing down last-minute confirmations from vendors who still couldn’t grasp the difference between “Royal Pack arrival” and “just another school function.”

The doors opened and they strolled at a leisurely pace towards the cafeteria. "You know," Mr. Joe spoke thoughtfully. "Sometimes things do come up missing; couple rolls of toilet paper, a blanket or a couple cartons of o.j., and that would be us doing that. I ain't going to lie about that. I'm sure your Momma got a few of them white hospital blankets at your house." He gave her a serious look. Juicy nodded. Those were the best blankets in the house, too.