"Come on, don't be so shy." he pulled me back in his lap, the contact between our bodies was oddly terrifying. He knew the type of girl I was and I expected him to take it slow.
"Tucker please someone will see us." I looked around in fear, how can...
Did you ever wonder may be, there is someone writing all the bad things for you and you only. Did you ever feel like the world is against you or you are just born unlucky? In my case, it was both. Life has been unfair to me all the time, when it snatched my parents from me in a car accident when I was only three years old, when my uncle, aunts and even my grandparents refused to take me in. The family, who my parents were friends with, took me under their shadow and gave me a happy life as they took care of their own two kids. It wasn't like they had adopted me to give me their name, they were raising me for some purpose unknown.
I walked around in the kitchen, cooking some delicious food for the evening and washing utensils at the same time. We lived in a small town built on the hills called Sizwil, it was a beautiful town when you look at it, greenery everywhere, houses surrounded by trees and all. But it wasn't as beautiful as it just appeared to be, the town has its own rules and secrets.
*This here is the picture of the house I was living in*
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when the night arrived, houses looked lit from afar but nobody knew what dark activities were going on inside.
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I kept looking at the clock hanging in the kitchen and hurrying up. Soon, Lauren, who was a wife of Mr Ben, joined me in the kitchen and began helping me. Mr Ben, my father's friend and the same person who took me in, was gone to pick up his nineteen years old son Tucker from the bus stop. No planes flew to this town so Tucker has to pick a bus after the plane landed on his last stop.
"Don't rush at things, Mr Ben wants everything in perfection." Lauren smiled my way and rubbed her hand on my shoulder. She was 44 years old, a very nice and loving mother of two kids, Tucker and Ivory. I grew up in this house, Tucker was kind of my bully when I was a little girl, but it changed as he grew up and now from the last one year, he was gone to another city for one year scholarship that he has won. I know just how bad I've missed him. As for Ivory, she was just like a negative character from fairy tales, evil and mean. Mr Ben was a decent man, but always grumpy and wanting everyone to follow his rules, which was okay as someone has to maintain the discipline in this house.
"How long?" I asked, looking at the clock, if only Ivory could bring herself out of her cell phone and helped us, our work would have done sooner but she was always a brat and acting like I was her maid.
