Novel & Cerita The Start Of Us

ANNA POV. Days later. The knock on the study door was firm, urgent—but not frantic. I lost a family and found another. I looked up from the small pile of books I had been flipping through, my heart already sensing the shift before the words even came. Jace stood and opened it. Two officers stepped in—Italian, but one was accompanied by a U.S. consulate official, sharp in a blue suit with the calm tone of someone trained to deliver life-altering news without flinching.

She hadn't even started. "Nothing. But usually when she has somewhere to go," he turned his suspicious eyes to me. I rolled my eyes. "Ooh, yes, I have this date this evening—" "Date?" Odette asked with confusion. "Since when did you do dates?" "Well," I leaned on the locker behind me, sliding my hands into the pockets of my bomber jacket and resting my left foot on the lower locker. "Star and I were thinking about something and decided that before the end of this semester, we are going to get a boyfriend and have sex," Neo choked on his saliva. Odette looked between Star, me, and him, the wheels in her head turning.

Said the man over the phone, making her body tense. She applied for an interview with that company a month ago. She had already given up after waiting for a month with no reply from them, she had many reasons and the main one is because she never wanted to return to the USA again. Their silence just made her more confident on her decisions but then who would've thought that they'd look for her today? "Um…Yes, this is Mrs Fletchers" she said with hesitation in her voice, feeling her hands becoming sweaty on the steering wheel. "Okay then, Mrs Fletchers has applied for a job at our company last week, if i am right" he went on inquiring. "Ah yes, yes I have" she replied, holding her breath wait

Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.

“So, let's start with the basics,” Kayden started, parking by the side of a road that seemed to be deserted around some woods. I stared at him eagerly, “This is how we start the car,” He showed me a place beside the steering wheel, he showed me his key and I nodded and watched how he inserted it inside and turned it to the right and the car came to life. “Try it,” He gestured to me handing his keys to me which I collected, and leaned closer to him.

Shasha said, her voice shaking with excitement. Alex was ecstatic, "That's fantastic news, Shasha! I knew you would get it. We're going to start a new life in America, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us." Shasha smiled, "I feel like this is a dream, Alex. I can't believe that all our prayers and hopes are finally coming true." Alex responded, "It's not a dream, my love. You've worked hard for this, and you deserve it. Let's celebrate tonight and start making plans to move to the US."

“After what we went through, do you want us to end?” Please… please… don't look at me with that pitying look. My hands clenched into tight fists, wanting to punch something to ease my emotions. I only need your love, Serena. Not anything else. “We never started. Never.” It was like a boulder had slammed into my head until I shattered.

Not yet. But seen. And that’s a start.

With the money I would get from the prize, I could get a place of my own too. I stayed up googling about Belize and its vicinity. I was too excited to sleep and couldn't wait for the next day to collect my prize. I learnt that I did not need a visa being an Us citizen unless I intended to stay more than a month. I woke up earlier than usual the next morning and headed straight to university to see Mr Gerald, the vice-chancellor. "Am happy to see you miss McCarthy. Hope you are well this morning?" I nodded. "I am fine, thank you, sir"

“Start it June 3rd. 9:01 AM. CEO. And Dada. And ‘just us.’ All of it.” “All of it,” I said. _Beep. Beep. Beep._ Midnight. My watch. May 14th. Day 39. Not fear. Not waiting. Just us. *