Kerna.
When I suggested to visit the company today with mom she couldn't have been more glad, it was evident on her face that she was surprised maybe because this is the first time since dad past that I have shown interest in anything related to the company. It is true I have been avoiding it like a plague but that is because everything about the company reminds me of him, it brings back the memories and feelings I have tried so had to bury. I didn't plan to entirely desert the company, mom is going to have to retire soon, kelis is too young and honestly I don't trust anyone else with my father's investment.
The visit to the company made me realize how much my dad put into it and how much I really want to be apart of it, I think he would want that.
In almost a blur days past and then weeks and just like that it is a new year and like every first day of the year we wake up with great expectations and wishes for the year but how many of these do we actually accomplish. There is only one thing on my mind when I wake up and that is today marks another year of my father and Julian's absence from my life, another year to grieve and sorrow.
As much as I would have loved to wallow in my self attained miseries I have to get out of bed or face my mother's wrath for missing breakfast.
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I actually have two more days before I need to return to school but going early never hurt nobody so much to my mother and kelis' dismay I left the house today. I didn't actually tell my them my real reason for resuming early, I told them I wanted extra time to set up before others return but that is only partly true, I also want to be alone with myself and my thoughts, I need some time to reflect on what I want to do with my life. I think I have been wallowing in the past for too long now maybe it's time to move on.
The parking lot is empty when I pull in and I couldn't be more relieved, it means no one is here. The security guard is not at his post when I walk in which is highly unprofessional and I would have to take care of that later, I use the elevator taking me straight to the living room. The house isn't as quiet as I expected it to be maybe because the television is on and city girls is blasting from kitchen. Fuck someone else is here. I would say someone broke in but I don't think anyone would break into my apartment to watch the Kardashians on my TV.
I head to the kitchen to see who it is, there are only two people in this apartment that watch the Kardashians and that is pretty and ...
"Alexa"
The music is way too loud for her to hear me so I work to the source of it which is her mp3 and switch it off, that gets her attention.
" What the f... Karen" her surprised expression is quickly replaced by an annoyed one.
"What are you doing here" she snares. I don't get it though I'm the one walking into my apartment to find her here I should be the one annoyed, so much for being alone with my thoughts.
"This is my house remember" I state quite frankly if I might add. She rolls her eyes and returns to what she was doing.
I walk back to the sitting room to take my bags to my room, two days alone with Alexa, haven't I served enough punishment.
Since I'm too tired too deal with the pain named Alex I decide to stay in my room and do something productive with my self, like go through all my old dance videos and filter steps I can add to our routine.
Miss Martin announced some days before the holiday the change of plans, instead of just being an inter-class competition the institution decided to make it a bit bigger. First, one group gets eliminated on the sixteenth of next month then the remaining three compete to become the school permanent dance team. To others this may not be much but for me it is .
Becoming the schools permanent dance team means that you get to go for competitions both within and outside the country, gaining you aromatic popularity of you are good, so when you graduate and like I dream to, open your own studio and form a dance team that perform with artists and all it wouldn't be so hard to find good contracts.
When I'm done going through my old routines I decide to call pretty and get hers. I dail Pretty's number she doesn't answer until I try a second time.
"Hey babe, what's up" I pull the phone for my ear for the sake of my hearing it's like this girls have it out for my ear.
"Hey Pretty" I say dryly
"Hmm, I wonder what has made her Majesty remember me her humble servant" I roll my eyes even though she can't see me
"Quit it Pretty, would you please send me your routines I'm trying to put the dance together" I say
"Sure but what I have is good but I feel it's missing something" she says
"What do you think we need" I ask, my father always told that as a leader no matter what you should always ask for the opinions of others 'because what you don't see another may' .
" I think we need someone else's idea " she says and I nod even though she can't see me, the only person with a little idea on dance I can reach right now is Alex and I would rather bit out my own tongue than ask her for anything. Suddenly my mind goes to Adrian and I remember when he says he has some routines he wanted to show me, but I have noway of reaching him then I remember I'm talking to Pretty who can find any guy if she really want.
"Is there anyway you can get me Adrian's phone number" I say, I can hear her move around for a while then she says.
"Yup, I'll call you back in a minute" she says and hangs up.
"That should take her a while" I say about to drop my phone when the screen lights up with a text from Pretty followed immediately by an incoming call.
" That was way too quick" I say
"Reliable sources baby" she says and I can imagine her flicking her hair. I shake my head even though I know for the third time that she can't see.
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I haven't updated in a while and I feel like a real bi**h about it so I'm sorry.
I want to thank people who are reading my book even though they don't vote my read numbers are still moving up so I'm greatfull, I still wish you vote though. (◕ᴗ◕✿).
