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PROBLEM XII | Sandra Trey Wills
Sandra Trey Wills, was a born actress. She could pave her way to Hollywood and get the fame.
I have spent five hours sitting with Sandra and she is a born actress. The way she acts at school—Boy, if I could, I would gladly handover an Oscar to her.
Sandra loves football. Only a few hours ago, my perspective about her was that of a slut at Lakeville High with Reyana. But, this girl that I've spent the last five hours, is the split personality of hers I've never seen. Neither has Lakeville High probably, except Houston.
If a soul would've told me yesterday, that today I'd be sitting in Sandra's house, talking shitless things to her, and not fighting or lashing out, Boy, would I have sent that soul away to a mental asylum—not before laughing my daylights off.
There are large scaled things about Sandra, only Houston used to know, that was until, I became her new friend. Sandra is playful, not the slut she is at Lakeville High. Her maturity level is that of a five year old, and this is something not a single person in Lakeville High will believe willingly.
"—And then, did you know what the kid did? He threw up at the man's billion dollar shoes!"
Laughter was echoing in the room. Houston had gone somewhere with Mara and said would be back by six. That would be thirty minutes from now. "Hey Sandra, do you know where Houston went?"
Sandra had a soft smile on her face as her face had a glint I couldn't understand. Her face was lit up but there was worry within. Is Houston okay? "Houston and I—we, want you to meet somebody. Houston is with them," she said.
"Yo Ladies upstairs! Come down and see the bundle of joy!" Boomed a voice I knew all too well. I knitted my brows, "Bundle of Joy?" Sandra nodded, smiling widely. She grabbed my arm and dragged me down the stairs, just like she had drug me up.
"Hey," Houston greeted me. I nodded absentmindedly, my full on attention was on the toddler that was wrapped and cuddled to his arms. "Clover, say Hi to Andrew," Houston said, bringing him closer to me. I sighed a breath of love, this boy was adorable with a Capslock'd 'A'
Smiling a big grin, I waved to Andrew and said 'Hi', as Houston brought up Andrew's hand to wave back. Red was creeping upto to Andrew's face. It was evident that he wasn't much of a people's person.
"Would you like to hold him?" Sandra asked, while her eyes twinkled at the sight before her. I nodded. Andrew looked like to be a four year old. By the way he was never let to touch the ground, I knew the boy was pampered with clouds.
