HEY PUMPKIN

EPISODE TWELVE

I woke up to the chipping sounds of the birds, outside my window this late Sunday morning.

I was still startled by yesterday's event. I kept thinking of what'd happened if Mary Joy hadn't appeared and saved me from Penny's almost physical abuse.

Would I have retaliated? Would I have let it be? And why Tyler go missing yesterday? All these thoughts kept on inside my head.

I wanted to go take my bath, but was relatively lazy. I lay on my bed reminiscing about my life this past two weeks.

It took a u-turn to being awesome!

Things are finally working out - not the way I planned it, but more felicitous way. I deserve to be happy, and the universe is not letting me down on this one.

What was my life like before this past few weeks again? Terrible!

I remember volunteering as the personal assistant for the City Counselor, just to get away from this home! Did I get the job? Did I get the job?!

"Holy shit!"

I jumped out from the bed and hurried to my table where my computer was at. I fell and slightly injured my arm, while trying to rush at my computer.

I opened my mail box as I impatiently waited for the messages to load.

"I really haven't checked my mail in a while..."

I got unread mails from thirty first of July, 2018, to today; nineteenth of August, 2018.

"Classic Ivy...." I murmured loudly as I began scrolling through the mail.

I opened a mail that read;

ℜ𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔦𝔱𝔶 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔯.

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬 ℑ𝔳𝔶 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔫, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔦𝔱𝔶 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡.
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔶 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔦𝔱𝔶 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔯, 𝔐𝔯 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔰.
𝔇𝔞𝔱𝔢 - օճ/օճ/շօյՑ
𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 - օգ:Յօ𝔭𝔪
𝔙𝔢𝔫𝔲𝔢 - 𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔞 ℭ𝔦𝔱𝔶 ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔩.
𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔰.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I got offered the job and I let it slip away cos of mere romance?!

"Oh Ivy...." No need trying, I already know the job be taken. If not, they'd have sent another mail signifying vacancy.
"I'm just young and dumb...." I sighed and went back to the bed.

I kept looking at my phone as if expecting a call or text from someone - Tyler to be precise.

I called him eight times yesterday to apologise for what happened, but he didn't pick. I don't know what to do about this situation. I'm just aarhhhh!!!!