Sang Sorenson has to complete missions in order to return to her own world. Along the way, she meets fourteen men on her trip, asking for her hand in marriage.
*Just Another C.L. Stone Academy Fan-Fiction*
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Sang walks around aimlessly around the street. She doesn't realize that she is about to bump into a man until she feels her nose almost feel numb and tears automatically spring in her eyes.
Son of a-! This hurts! The nose is literally the most sensitive spot. Except for men, if you know what I mean...
"Oops, sorry. Are you alright?"
Sang looks up and finds a handsome young man. He is attractive, that she can't deny. His black hair is slicked back, he has blue eyes, and his arms are bulging out of his jersey's non-existent sleeves. His forehead is shiny from the sweat. He smells like grapes. He looks about 19 years old.
Sang gets into character and nods.
His eyes lock on mine and he looks surprised, "It's you! Y-you saved me once! By the river! It's me, Mirabella! Andrew!"
What. This never happened in the book.But then again, in the book she didn't leave the house today.
Sang shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.
"Why aren't you talking? When we first met, you a chatterbox!"
Stop acting as if we're married! "When we first met...'
Sang silently mocks him, then she waves and walks away, hoping he would get the message. But he doesn't and follows her and he even keeps talking! This is going to be a long day...
^~^
"Mirabella! Where have you been? All you know to do is hang out with your boy toy. Yeesh, you haven't even done any chores yet!"
What boy toy?!
Sang silently fumes. She turns to look at Mirabella's mother yaking away. Mirabella's mother, Heather, doesn't like Mirabella at all because she was an accident. When Teresa was born, she was the center of her dad's universe and obviously received the most attention. But then Heather got pregnant once again and the spotlight that was once flashing on Teresa, moved to Mirabella. Heather didn't like that because she prefers Teresa over anything, so seeing her favorite daughter being treated like a normal child, she began to harbor hate over Mirabella. Heather doesn't even like Mirabella's father, Alex. She's one if those gold digger that was able to make their gold mine easily achievable to her. She has an affair with plenty of men and if Alex knew, he would be heartbroken. But he doesn't, because his wife is his everything so he trusts he blindly, never suspecting her of anything.
Sang just glared at her, but began to work. She would rather do this to waste time in case Luke is still here. She doesn't want him to know who she is yet.
^~^
She glides around the living room on all floors. It reminds her of her past life, cleaning all the time. She actually really enjoys it because it's nice to see the room after she's finished.
She finishes the living room after a while and decides to head back to her new room. It's been a long day after all.
But when she starts going upstairs, she notices an elevator. An elevator. Sang feels so frustrated she feels like ripping her hair out! Why didn't she see this earlier! She gets on it and it leads her three quarters of the way up.
When she arrives she takes off her shoes. She spots her bed and it was way bigger than any bed she had ever seen.
I'll lay down just for a minute to try it out...
After a while, she fell asleep.
^~^
When she woke up, she notices that she isn't in the clothes from last night! She quickly changes from the loose pajamas into casual clothes.
A maid enters the room with a basket at her hip.
"I did the laundry. Here is your, ahem, garbage." She threw a crumpled ball at her.
But Sang just tossed it into the trash. It was unreadable anyway since the maid washed it with her clothes. She runs downstairs. She doesn't bother with the staff in the house because she knows that they don't think of her as a daughter of the household, which in a way, is true because she isn't the original Mirabella.
I think I lost about one-hundred thousand pounds! I'm surprised I haven't seen any abs developing. But then again, Mirabella rarely went downstairs. It's a shame she shut herself from the world and what it has to offer.
She walks outside her head high. But she doesn't notice the cracked curb coincidentally positioned and ready to trip her at any moment.
