Chapter 1
It was all a dream, a fantasy but now it is becoming a reality.
Here I am walking down the aisle with my brown hair tucked neatly under my veil and my husband to be, Damain waiting for me.
Now, I’m standing at the altar in front of my husband to be. The pastor says “Do you Alexia Eerie Smike take Damain Lloyd Williams to be your lawfully wedded husband?” “I……………..”
‘BEEP! BEEP!’
“UGH” I groaned rolling over in my bed; my stupid alarm woke me up from my dream again. I got up from in my comfort zone and sadly got up for school.
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My blue converse squeaked on the school hallway as the as the students backed away leaving a walkway for me to walk. Basically I am the schools most feared, I haven’t done anything wrong, and it’s just that I am very hard to understand and throw angry hateful words to persons ; so persons just don’t want to trouble me. By this time during my thinking I made my way to my locker and was still lost in my thoughts.
On the inside of my locker door is a mirror which reflected my straight dark brown hair and blue and white blouse. I also have a few unimportant things such as my schedule, but the most important thing on my locker door is a picture of my dream guy.
My dream guy has spikey black hair, pale complexion, blue-green eyes, button nose and thin pink lips. I also have a description of his personality, it goes something like this:
♥6ft 2”♥ Sweet ♥Funny ♥Smart ♥child loving ♥Sarcastic ♥Fun
♥ALEXIA LOVING
I used my artistic skills to make sure that my locker door was well decorated and attractive.
Sighing I slammed my door shut knowing my dream guy was only a fantasy that I drew out from one of my dreams, I have never seen a guy that looked like my dream guy.
As much as I was the schools most feared who wore mostly black, persons keep on trying to be my friend, I can’t figure out if they want me for protection or what they want from me, the only person I allow to get close to me is my best friend Neka, my short angel. She is 5' 4’’ compared to my 5' 9’’.
Her skin is light brown matching with mine; we both have brown eyes although hers are lighter than mine. Neka is from a Jamaican decent so she had thick black hair until a few months ago she creamed so it is still thick and black but shoulder length while my dark brown hair stopped at the small of my back. Neka is a boy magnet, she has a personality and a body to kill; me, on the other hand, I had some form of shape but I am a bit lacking on hips and my personality is a bit mysterious. Boys still like me but tend to go for Neka more.
Some people can’t see why Neka and I are friends; there is a simple reason, we are complete opposites. Neka loves to wear bright colored clothes while I like to wear black. Neka loves dresses and I hate them. My personality is reserved, shy, quiet, and mysterious and I go through a very usual mood swing while Neka’s personality is straight forward, jovial, talkative and happy.
I guess you are wondering about my family, my dad left when I was born for some other cheap woman, so it’s just my mother and I. My mother is usually on business trips so most times I’m home alone. We are not one of the richest families but we do have a lot of money and live in a large house. The man whom I am to call father leaves money and clothes for me on a monthly basis so I have a lot to spend on anything I wish.
Sometimes I wish I had a better family. A happy one with a big brother and a father, but, I guess that it might never be possible so I’m stuck living with this family.
Once again, here I am standing in the school hallway zooned out for about three minutes now; thinking about everything except where I was. Just as I was about to zone off into another of my worlds I heard a high pitched girly voice call out.
“ALEXXXXXXXXXXX!!”
