Finally it was summer. I went in whatsapp and checked the group I was in for messages. I had over five hundred messages. I had no life so I might as well.
As I was about to start reading, I heard my mother shout.
"Anya! Come clean the stove! Mi nah tell yuh again!" She shouted.
I hissed my teeth and replied, "Mi a come!"
And then I got up and went to clean the stove, thinking of how much helper work I had left to do and how I wanted to commit mass homicide.
After I finished cleaning the stove, I saw my little brother Nicholai, running into my room with a cup of cherry syrup.
"Nicholai!" I shouted and ran him down. When I got in my room, I stopped him before could spill any syrup.
I checked the whatsapp group and was dying of laughter. Then I saw Sage send a picture.
I nearly fainted. A picture of Zachary Swords. He was so hot. His big muscular biceps would grip me with ease. His hot, and at the same time cute face, made me want to make out with him for days. He was not human because that level of attractiveness was out of this world. That night I fell asleep dreaming of Zachary, or as I like to call him, Zolly daddy.
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Zollanya
Teen FictionZachary falls for a girl that is already hopelessly in love with him, though he never knew. Like any normal relationship, theirs is filled with good times bad, sad and happy times. Read their story here.
