The Calculation Of You And Me Novels & Stories

The day I got out of prison, my sister's adopted brother, Finn Andersen, livestreamed my homecoming. He shoved the camera in my face. "This is my brother. Even after being abused by thirteen people, he somehow found the strength to keep going." The comments blew up instantly. Evelyn Andersen frowned, but Finn just shrugged. Three years ago, I would've lost it. This time, I smiled at the camera. "Why shouldn't I keep living? They're the ones who deserve to be judged. They're the ones who should die. Not me." When we got home, it was the anniversary of our parents' deaths. Evelyn had Finn place flowers on their graves instead of me. I didn't stop her. When she gave Finn my room and stuc

On the day Mom transfers the house to my younger brother, Elio Campbell, I'm busy paying off his fourth credit card. "You're his older sister. It's your duty to take care of your younger brother. The house may be in his name, but you'll always have a room here," she reminds me. However, later on, my sister-in-law, Bonnie Smith, transforms that room into a nursery without even consulting me. At the ripe old age of 38, I'm single, homeless, and have no savings. Mom tells me, "Your brother's second child is starting kindergarten soon. Why don't you help out with the tuition? It's not like you have much to spend your money on anyway." I chip in because I still care about my family. I'm d

He punched in the numbers and began doing the calculations. "On an average, you earn about twenty-six thousand two hundred and fifty dollars. Let's say you could earn this amount every day. In one year, you could earn nine million five hundred and eighty-one thousand dollars. If you earn this much every year, you will be able to make the amount on this card only after you have been working every day for one hundred and ten years. "You're five years old this year which means you have to live until one hundred and fifteen years old to earn that amount of money."

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"Try again next month, maybe." Next month wasn't going to help me by Friday. I spent my break doing math on a napkin, the kind of math that never comes out right no matter how many times you rearrange the numbers. Wages. Savings. What was left after Ephraim's medication, after the f*e I still owed the university, after the two months of rent that had apparently vanished somewhere between my hand and Maevra's. Every column ended somewhere short of what I needed, no matter which numbers I moved around. I pressed the pen hard enough into the paper that it tore through on the last line, and I sat there staring at the ripped napkin like it was somehow a fitting metaphor for the rest of my week.

Me : Ayboo awkahle ndoda ukuz'khuphukisa Calvin: kodwa I'm crc ntokazi ngqela ungqolele ngalento eyenzekile I don't want you to be scared of me in any way now tell me where is your home? Me: No need to pay for the damages I'm damaged anymore. Calvin: what do you mean.? Me: nothing can I have my undies and dress ? Calvin: look Sipho i don't want you to think perhaps I'm pitying you or something no I'm sorry I had to get rid of your belongings because I thought I could get new ones for you because I love you and I want to be mine fully I don't wanna share you with anymore I'm not good at this things but let me walk this road of love together ngyakcela makhuzwayo I promise I'll be the better ma

Half bread was infinitely better than none. "Thank you, baby. You're a lifesaver," I rushed out, desperately ending the call before she could get another word in or change her mind. I immediately opened our chat, typed out my account number, and accompanied it with a carefully calculated text: 'I love you so much, sugar. You're the only one who truly stands by me. ❤️😘🔒' I stared at the sent message, doing the math in my head. That left eighty-five million dollars. Eighty-five million remaining.

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he said. "Hell Yes!" I cheered. *** "Damn it! What kind of sorcery is this?" I cursed as I bit the tip of my pencil. "Chill, bro. It ain't that hard," Leah said, pulling my book towards her. "You just gotta substitute that thing over there and simplify it," "Huh? That's 4736.897 divided by 83628!" "You've gotta do it, hon," She said, shrugging. "That is, if you don't wanna suffer Mr. Decarlo's wrath,"

What great sin have I committed, Lord? Until you threw me on a very painful ordeal like this. NO, this is not an ordeal but it is a crazy game commonly called destiny. Let me dissolve in all kinds of emotions, a game of destiny that really dramatizes like a play in a drama story but this is real Wilona Aquinas You are mine!! Remember it's fine. When you step on me and give me room to enter your life. Then that's where you've become mine, dive into this game called destiny with you, until you feel defeat and realize that I am the only best destiny God has sent you.