Hate Me Love Me

15| From Memory 🧠

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"The worst distance between two people is misunderstanding." --- Neetesh Dixit

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Email

From: dr.spencer_dornan@gmail.com

To: itsmevalerieee@gmail.com

Darling,

It's been so long. Why haven't you haven't called me? You know I never have balance on my own phone. Anyways, Roland said you're working. I'm your father, and I don't want you doing a job because you need money.

Your father's still alive and kicking. Whatever you need, you ask me, sweetheart.

Got it? Go resign right after you read this.

How're your studies? Stay focused, alright? I know you can make it to the top. You're the smartest girl I know. That scholarship you have isn't easy to get. I know I've said it repeatedly, but here it is again: I'm so proud of you.

I love you, remember that always.

Don't forget to call me!

Love,

Dad

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Swimming was useless.

I couldn't think of anything, and I've been missing my mother a lot. I want to visit her, but I just can't make myself do it.

The next few weeks were the usual. Other than Clementine glaring at me all the time, it was normal: The same casual sentences thrown at me from random strangers I don't know.

What a creep.

You're so weird.

Know your place, scholarship girl.

And so many more. Someone who just completed a mock test would be walking past my desk, notice that I'm there, and say something that would've hurt me before, but now it just doesn't.

It. Just. Doesn't.

I worked at QUEEN OF TARTS for a week, until it got dangerous. Bree came every day and asked me out, but I'm not stupid. I'm not going to put her in danger on purpose. Therefore, I resigned, knowing it's better to stay away. I already haven't heard from Chris. Who knows what's up with him?

Tonight's the night of the showcase.

It's been a month since clubs have been going on, and tonight, the best work is going to be displayed.

I slide into an aqua dress that Jo said brings out the colour of my eyes, and I refrain from wearing any other colours. Ever since I was born, I've had an insatiable desire to look like a rainbow, contrary to how I feel.

The dress has one shoulder strap, tight from the top, and then in waves down to just above my knees. I apply some sparkly pink lip gloss, which I hate, because I have a habit of always licking my lips, and now I'm going to have to resist. Swiping some mascara on my lashes and dabbing on some foundation, I slip on my silver heels and grab my matching silver clutch.

I'm not like the girls who don't wear heels because they hurt. Sure, it does, but it's worth it. I love heels.

Jo styles my hair so the top half is in a braid that rests on loose hair from the bottom half. Like a spiral resting on spun silk.

I look beautiful, and that's the honest truth. Yet, there aren't any guys asking me out. Not since Nicholas, two years ago.

Julian's in a dark purple suit that I love, because, hey, I love that colour. Jo and Roland take pics of us outside the house under the streetlamp because it looks nice from there, and then we're off.