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Sitting in this tent, in a place they've never been before, with people they've never seen before, eating food with unknown origins, all five teenagers were relatively calm. They all knew this was a possibility. From the moment each of them turned thirteen and found out that one of their parents wasn't from Earth. Marcus forked his greens aimlessly while thinking about the time his parents sat him down after his thirteenth birthday party.
He was sitting on their old couch while his parents sat across from him on dining room chairs that they pulled up After having such a great day and being relatively well behaved at his party, Marcus had no reason to believe that they would be having a serious conversation. He had not expected his mother to get up from her seat and transform before his very eyes. Green iridescent wings tore through the back of her t-shirt as her oak colored skin revealed tattoo-like circle patterns that glowed in the same lime color as her wings. Even her usually deep brown eyes sparkled with flecks of gold. Suddenly, the sound of metal on wood pulled Marcus out of his memory. Scanning the small room for the culprit, he located a girl similar in age. She looked down at the table where her fork had dropped, unable to pick up her fork or her head. Marcus laughed as quietly as possible and went back to eating.
Tumila stared at her fork as if it were Brutus and she, Caesar. They were having a good time together, picking at potatoes and plopping them back down on the plate. She had never been more grateful for her large afro that covered the rivers of stress sweat pouring out of her forehead. Without her partner in crime, an intricately designed eating utensil, Tumila was forced to think about the unbelievable events that brought her to a soldier's training facility in an alternate dimension
It had been four years since she had been told that her father wasn't human, making her half not-human. Her dad and half of her were these fairy-like creatures called Samprins. She was shocked to see her dad grow light blue wings and swirly blue tattoos all over his body. A month later, she was more than shocked to wake up, look in the mirror and see that her face and arms were adorned with the same tattoos as her dad in a pretty lilac hue. Later that day, a backache would end with her very own pair of lilac wings. Luckily for her, she was on vacation from school and had a week to learn the basics of concealment and flying. She's had the last three years to learn about natural powers that all Samprins possessed. Nature, Air, Water, Fire, and Energy were the five orders that all Samprins were capable of. Most Samprins, however, excelled in one and mastered it. While her father was skilled in Energy she and Nature were one. Even now, she could feel the trees outside of their tent. Her concealed tattoos flickered from the small use of her power. If she wanted to she could instantly grow the grass under the dining table, or turn a section of grass into another species of plant. Focusing on the piece of grass to the side of her, she imagined it ten feet taller. Immediately, the patch of green rose to greet her and Tumila secretly enjoyed the gasps coming from the strangers at the table. She was usually more reserved than this but she has never had the chance to showcase her talents to people outside of her parents. For her next trick, she imagined the long patch of grass to be a lovely bush of red roses.
?Hey, that was great! Maybe we can fight off those gigantic, thousand year old, fire spitting dragons by hiding under rose bushes,? said a red haired boy, Rin. His words were dripping with sarcasm and fear disguised as anger. Under the table, Rin's fraternal twin pinched his calf but didn't succeed in cooling their brother down.
Tattoos shining bright from the use of her powers, Tumila couldn't help but smile at the insult ?Or, I could impale one with a super sharp thorn,? Tumila suggested, turning the rose bush into one huge thorn that was fast approaching the rude stranger's right eye. Usually, Tumila was skilled enough to know when to stop, but Nature could be unpredictable. That is why she was grateful for Rin's sibling who pushed out their arms, blew a rush of wind and saved Tumila from blinding a stranger.
?Dude! You could have blinded me!? Rin shouted. Tumila watched in slight amusement as the cups of water around the table started to vibrate. ?Well, that's surprising. I would have bet my college fund that he was skilled in the Fire order. I should probably bet my college fund on something since I'll probably die here,? Tumila thought grimly to herself.
?You would have deserved it,? his sibling stated.
?Really Cory, then why did you save me?? their brother accused. He was less angry now, Tumila could tell.
?It would've killed the vibes of the party,? Cory deadpanned once again. This tone really seemed to piss their brother off and they knew it.
?I actually think it would have livened up this little function,? Marcus chimed in between bites of chicken. He'd been the only one to actually eat since they'd been dropped off here. Tumila guessed that he was skilled in the Energy order. From her personal experience, Energy orders ate? a lot.
?You're right! That's my fault,? Cory joked in return and the whole room giggled except for one girl, seated between Marcus and Cory.
?So, that's what we're doing here? Fighting dragons in an alternate dimension that none of us have ever been in until today?? Hang asked.
?How haven't you heard of the Samprin-Dragon War?? Marcus asked with genuine confusion before focusing on his meal again.
?Yeah I thought all of our parents told us about that on our thirteenth birthdays. Dragons and Samprins lived in peace until the Samprin King tried to trick the Dragon Head out of some land. After discovering that he was caught in a lie he tried to migrate his people to a new dimension, knowing that the Dragon Head would never accept an apology or even a return on the land. The military, however, wanted to fight for their home. Others ran away with the King's permission but that title was becoming less and less important. At any given time our parents and any kids they had could be summoned back home to fight in the war,? Rin explained roughly. Tumila winced at the lack of finesse in his storytelling but she let it go to hear why Hang had never heard of this.
?Oh. Well I probably never heard of it because my Samprin parent died when I was twelve. My mom did her best to teach me what she remembered about concealment and the orders or whatever, but he didn't talk much about home to her...now I see why,? she concluded.
?Yeah,? the rest of the table agreed. Silence once again drenched the atmosphere. Marcus had finally stopped eating and all that could be heard was the rustle of the trees.
?Okay, but does anybody know why the colors of our tattoos don't match with what orders we use? I thought mine was broken or something but red haired guy's was pink when he was bubbling the water, Cory's was orange, and Nature Girl's was purple,? Hang asked
?Nature Girl's actual name is Tumila. How about you guys?? Tumila asked.
?The name is Rin, and you already know Cory's name,? Rin explained.
?Hi,? Cory said with a small wave
?My name is Hang. Nice to meet you all, I guess,? Hang answered.
?My name's Marcus,? Marcus said with a smile.
?So now that the introductions are out of the way, does anyone have an answer for the tattoo thing? I've always wanted to know,? Rin said. He was a little less on edge now that the people before him were becoming less like cell mates. Suddenly, the entrance of the tent was opened, letting the friendly atmosphere rush out with a sudden wind. ?Sudden' seemed to be this crew's word of the day.
?The textbooks say that it was an evolutionary thing. That Samprins evolved to have random colored Gradis, not tattoos, to confuse predators about our powers,? answered a tall and dark haired stranger. He was fitted in chest and arm armor and walked confidently without concealment of his Samprin features. Deep blue hair, bright white Gradis, and gigantic translucent wings to match his broad build. Tumila heard the audible gasps and gulps coming from the table. Tumila blinked what she thought could have been a world record in attempts to process the beauty she was witnessing.
?They don't make ?em like you in Rhode Island,? Tumila blurted and immediately regretted.
?He's not all that,? whispered Marcus into the table. Seeing his reflection in his clean plate, he ensured that his locs were in place and his teeth were free from food. He wasn't jealous or anything; just a little bit prideful. His nice smile and whisky colored eyes made him the popular one among crowds. We're in a whole new world for sure, he concluded. Across from him, Hang was occupied with a different piece of information.
?Predators? Like the dragons?? She asked the beautiful stranger.
The dragons, the Brisas (nasty slug-like creatures with horrible acid reflux), and gigantic scorpions if you live in the Northern territory,? the stranger explained way too casually for anyone's liking. Rin slumped lower into his seat and rubbed his eyes aggressively.
?Man, I already miss being at the top of the food chain,? he said after sulking.
?Yeah. Must have been nice to not live in fear for your entire species. To wake up and not wonder if it was going to be your last day. Or your sister's, or your mother's,? the stranger shot back at them. Cory, Marcus, Rin, and Hang faced the floor while Tumila was paralyzed by the poison that laced his words. They locked eyes until the stranger spoke once again. Tumila joined the others staring at the ground; she, facing the massive rose thorn she made earlier.
?Anyways, I hope you all ate enough because training starts bright and early tomorrow. I know you don't know when that is but just look out for when the sun is above the forest. Get some sleep,? he said, forcing his tone to return to its previous level of professionalism.
The stranger floated out of the room, leaving his words behind as a tragic bedtime story. Sleep was few and far between.
Chunk was walking along the shore with his head down, looking for lost things that he might be able to sell. But he wasn't having any luck. Chunk found a cracked tin cup, a busted flip flop, and a waterlogged fashion magazine. The page was open to an advertisement for Miami Beach. It pictured a girl standing on a coastline with sand like sugar, and sapphire blue water. He was staring at the page when Zippy came along.
?Hey, Chunk How's it going??
?Terrible. I haven't had a job in weeks and nobody will give me any food.?
?Don't worry,? said Zippy. ?I know where we can get some free hot dogs.?
?Let's go!?
So Chunk followed Zippy through the woods to Monsanto Farms. The fields were surrounded by tall, chain link fence topped with barb wire. Atop one post was a camera. On the other side of the fence, the rows of hot dog trees stretched out long, lush and green beneath the blue sky.
They walked for some time. The sun was hot, and there was no shade.
?How much farther is it?? said Chunk.
?Quit ?yer bellyaching,? said Zippy. ?It's just up yonder.?
Before long, they came to a hole in the fence and crawled through.
?Alright, let's start digging,? said Zippy.
?Digging?? said Chunk. ?I thought we came here to eat.?
?I ain't risking my neck for a few lousy hot dogs! Now, come on. Pick a tree and start digging before the guards arrive.?
?Guards?? said Chunk.
?Yeah!? said Zippy. ?You do not want to be here when they show up.?
The boys each picked a hot dog tree and started digging. In the distance, a siren began to wail.
?Here they come!? said Zippy, dragging his hot dog tree over to the fence with his dirty hands. "Hurry!"
Chunk began to yank at his hot dog tree in a panic. When it ripped from the ground, Chunk tumbled backwards onto the dirt. ?I hate this!? he shouted, then scrambled to his feet and dragged his hot dog tree towards the hole in the fence.
The boys slipped into the woods before the guards arrived, carrying the hot dog trees over their shoulders.
?You know..which way...?? said Chunk.
?Sure,? said Zippy. ?I know these woods like the back of my hand. Come on!?
Chunk followed Zippy down a narrow path through a dense section of forest. Behind them, Chunk heard a popping sound over the rustling leaves of the hot dog tree.
?Holy crap,? said Chunk. ?They're shooting at us!?
?Hurry up!? said Zippy, picking up speed. ?It's just around the bend.? Soon the gunfire subsided.
If Chunk thought he was hungry before, now he was plum famished. ?I can't take another step.?
?This here's good enough,? said Zippy.
?Let's eat,? said Chunk, inspecting the tiny hot dogs on the tree he risked his life to steal.
?Naw, naw,? said Zippy. ?You can't eat ?em dum-dum. They ain't ripe yet.?
?But you said?free hot dogs?those men?shot at us?? Chunk was so hungry and exasperated he couldn't even talk.
?We gotta hide the trees and come back later when they're full grown,? said Zippy.
?I'm going to kill you,? said Chunk.
?Come on,? said Zippy, and then he climbed a tree and planted his hot dog tree on a branch. ?These things are genetically modified to survive in any environment.?
Chunk couldn't climb. He was so famished he could barely stand up, so he dug a hole where he sat and planted his hot dog tree. As he dug he daydreamed about beach buffets, immaculate white sand beaches, and blue water.
As they walked through the woods, Zippy was talking out loud about what he would do with his crop of hot dogs. ?I'm gonna make me a sign, paint a big ?ol hot dog with ketchup and mustard, and I'm gonna sell ?em on the roadside for a quarter apiece. What about you Chunk? What're you gonna do with your hot dogs??
?I'm going to sit down on the shore and eat every last one of them.?
?All of them? Shoot, I guess you really are hungry!?
A week later Zippy and Chunk went back to check on their trees. Zippy's tree was dead, but Chunk's tree was as tall as a house, with thick branches full of plump, savory hot dogs.
?I'll climb up and collect the hot dogs,? Zippy said, and he shimmied up the tree, leaving Chunk alone on the ground.
?Throw me down a couple,? Chunk said. But, what with all the walking and climbing, Zippy realized that he was very hungry and began to eat. ?What are you doing up there??
Before he knew it, Zippy had eaten all of the plump hot dogs himself.
Feeling full and content, Zippy stretched out on a branch and took a nap. Chunk was so hungry and angry?hangry!?he decided to teach Zippy a lesson. So he gathered some sharp sticks, and stuck them into the ground beneath the tree. Then he shouted: ?Hey, Zippy! The cops are coming! 5-O! 5-O! Let's get out of here!?
Zippy was so startled that he fell from the tree onto the sharp sticks and was killed. Then Chunk cut Zippy into pieces, salted them, and dried them in the sun. The next day he made a sign and walked up and down the beach. He sold his jerky to a group of kids who were friends of Zippy, and made a good profit.
As he was leaving the beach, Chunk called out, ?Stupid punks! You just ate your friend, Zippy! How's he taste??
Chunk tried to run, but Zippy's friends caught him and dragged him to a nearby shack.
?Let's cut off his arms and legs with this saw,? said one of them.
Chunk laughed and said, ?That's a great idea! I've tried so many ways to lose weight, you'd be doing me a favor.?
Then one of them said, ?Let's throw him into the ocean.?
Chunk couldn't swim, so he cried and begged them to let him go, but the gang carried him to the end of the pier. One of them said, ?Guess where you're going, fat boy.? Thirty feet below, the dark green water churned. Chunk couldn't see the bottom, just fish and candy wrappers and dead jellyfish bobbing in the rolling waves.
?If you let me go, I'll give you a hot dog tree,? said Chunk.
?Hot dogs?? said a boy. ?You know what they put in those things??
And with that, the gang threw Chunk over the side of the fishing pier. Ker-Plunk! Chunk made a huge splash before sinking to the bottom of the ocean. The gang was lined up, peering down from the railing, seeing only foamy yellow bubbles, and then none.
They figured he was dead, and were about to leave, but then someone said, ?Hey, look!? Below, a large, white object began to emerge from the green water. It was Chunk. But that wasn't all?as his body rose to the surface, they could see that he was straddled on the back of a dolphin.
?Whoa!?
Zippy's friends were surprised and delighted by this, and begged Chunk to teach them how to speak to dolphins.
Chunk called out, ?I told him that I was a lost manatee!" and as he was riding away, "See ?ya later, losers!? The dolphin carried Chunk far away, all the way down to Miami Beach, where he would go on to live a long and fruitful life.
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'Dear Susan,
You've been invited to the St. Mary's high school class of '14 reunion dinner. It would be great if you could come.'
What a scumbag reunion, I scuffed. They should rename it the "reunion of backstabbing and phoney friendship."
I'm not sure why they still want to see their backstabbing faces; of course, many individuals will turn up merely to brag; I wouldn't even go to such a meal.
St. Mary's High School was a school in the western part of Ghana that was known for producing great people who would eventually help society develop.
It was also a pricey school that only the wealthy could afford, and it was full of snobs who had been born with a giant spoon shoved down their throat.
When I received a fully paid scholarship to that godforsaken hell, my parents were overjoyed; at first, I rejoiced because the school was known to be the best among others, but.....
"Oh sure, my daughter received the scholarship," mother enthused to a friend who had dropped by unexpectedly.
We weren't poor; we belonged to the middle-high class in society, so we weren't poor, but we weren't particularly wealthy either, and the school fees were quite high for boarding and day school.
I wasn't the only child; I had younger and older siblings, and as the middle child, I was mostly ignored, which I didn't mind.
I privately rolled my eyes, pleading with her not to brag about me because if I made a mistake, I'd be an embarrassment to my family. Well, not that I intend to do so, but even so... ah
'Oh sure, no pressure,' I thought.
This was the first time she boasted about me so proudly, and my shoulder felt heavier than usual.
"Susan, come say hello to your aunty," she said proudly.
I rubbed the back of my neck and walked slowly in front of the cheerful woman.
"Good afternoon, ma," I said, bowing slightly.
"Oh no, is this the Tiny Susan of a then? I recall her playing around naked."
She pretended to be surprised, which we all know was a ruse. Come on, lady, start acting in movies, acting as if she didn't just see me last Sunday.
What does my nakedness have to do with this woman, I wonder? Backing away slowly will save me from this unnecessary discussion about my diaper days.
"Yes, that's my girl," my mother said, her shoulders raised.
I wanted to palm my face, but I just excused myself.
'Women and Drama'
When school finally started, I was dressed in a pleated red skirt and a plain milk-coloured long-sleeved blouse that had been ironed. This was the dress code at the school. My cat-eye shaped glass fit perfectly on my face, thanks to two neat cornrows in my hair.
I wanted to make a good impression on my first day, and I wanted to make a good impression on my teachers and classmates.
I repositioned my glasses on the bridge of my nose and grabbed my bag strap, allowing my sweaty palm to wet it.
'You can do it; simply go to class 4 white and enter.'
Feeling encouraged, I began my journey; thirty minutes passed without my noticing, but I didn't know which way to go.
A handsome young man dressed neatly approached me.
'Ask him,' I told myself, but I couldn't muster the courage to do so. I turned away from him, hoping he wouldn't notice my perplexity.
'You don't see me, you don't notice me'
"Student?"
'Ah, he noticed,' I thought as I slowly turned to meet his smiling eyes.
"Ye-Yes, sir?"
"I've been watching you for a while now, you look lost," he said, making me look down in shame.
'I was actually lost.' I wanted to say something, but I bit my lower lip.
"As a new student, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, so what class are you in?"
"Class 4 white sir," I'm glad I recovered my speech; today can't get any worse.
"Oh, that's my class, I'm the teacher in charge of that class," he said with a small smile as he walked away, knowing instantly that he wanted me to follow him, so I did.
When we arrived at the class, he opened the door for me like a gentleman, and I thanked him as I walked in.
"Good day, sir!" The students in the classroom rose to their feet and greeted the teacher.
"Sit down," he said, his voice becoming louder and his aura more authoritative.
Everyone sat down and stared at him, making no noise.
"This is a new student," he said, motioning to me, "please introduce yourself."
When the students finally noticed my presence, I flinched; this was the moment that would make or break my future in this classroom.
"My name is Susan Green, and I'm new."
"We know you're a new dummy," a female student joked and the others laughed.
Crash!
My brain had just exploded on me, and the girl was looking at me with a smirk and a raised brow. She was so beautiful, and it was androgynous beauty, that I stared at her dazedly as she turned to talk to her friend. My palm began to sweat as I became hot.
'Dear God, not today,' I say.
"Shut up Marie, we know you like attention, but we don't have enough for you," the teacher said, rolling his eyes at the girl.
The other students laughed as they sat down, and the teacher turned to show me an empty seat in the first row, third seat.
'The window seat is fantastic.' At the very least, something is working in my favour today.
"I am Mr Michael, your class teacher as well as your geography teacher," he introduced himself before beginning his class.
Marie and I became enemies, or more accurately, she made me her enemy for no apparent reason.
I was able to make two best friends, Sandra and Annie, who people quickly turned into a clique, and wherever we went, Marie and her minions tried to make things difficult for me.
I quickly grew accustomed to it and was no longer bothered by her; she was popular among the boys and her boyish behaviour made her appear to be one of them.
Time flew by and it was my final term at St. Mary's High School. I had witnessed some crazy things and survived some backstabbing, and when we returned to school, I discovered that my two friends were dating guys from other classes, which made me happy for them.
I had no intention of joining them in this childish dating, but Marie was now approaching me whenever she saw I was alone, and she came without her minions.
I was concerned at first, but after noticing she wasn't as hostile as before and instead spoke calmly to me, I became suspicious that she was plotting something big against me.
Our Math teacher did not show up one day during afternoon class, so I felt pressed and excused myself from my friends, telling them I needed to use the restroom. They both nodded, so I went on my own.
I didn't realize they were following me until I entered the large female bathroom and looked at myself in the large mirror before entering one of the stalls to relieve myself. When I finished, I went to the sink to wash my hands, and when I looked up at the mirror, I was surprised to see Marie staring at me with dark eyes.
?Hey Marie,? I said.
She seemed to snap out of her thought and smiled shyly at me; I decided not to point out her red cheeks because she had white and black parents, literally a white father from America and her mother from Ghana.
I moved to leave, but she stopped me; I took a step back and looked up at her. She was about 6ft 2 inches tall, which was a full foot taller than me.
?Can I assist you, Marie??
?I have something to tell you,? she said as she moved closer to me, continuing, ?I really like you and I can't stop myself.?
'Wait, what?' Before I could think of anything, she kissed me, and it was my first kiss stolen by Marie.
I couldn't move because I was too shocked, so she kept kissing me; my lips felt tingly, and her lips felt so soft on mine. I pushed her away and rushed back to class, picking up my bag and running out of the school when I heard the bell for the end of the day.
Throughout, I kept wiping my lips and refusing to eat with my family because I was afraid they would find out what happened at school. My family did not stop me, so I ran into my room and tried to read to distract myself from what had happened.
?I should feel disgusted,' I kept telling myself.
A week passed, a week of avoiding Marie as if my life depended on it, a week of feeling my best friends' disgust and anger when they thought I wasn't looking.
It was almost a month before my last exam at this school when I was summoned to the principal's office, where I found my crying mother and stern-looking father, who was rubbing her back in comfort, waiting for me.
?Good afternoon, sir,? I said, then looked at my parents, concerned about what had happened to them and hoping that my siblings were doing well.
I left home, and everyone was fine, so what was the problem?
?Susan, I have a question for you, but first look at this,? the principal said, picking up his phone and placing it in front of me, urging me to press play, which I did with shaking hands.
It was a video of Marie kissing me, with my face visible but not Marie's. My hands and feet were cold, and I could feel bile moving up my throat.
?Isn't this you kissing a fellow female student in the girl's bathroom?? His words left no room for me to explain If I said no, it was obviously a lie, and if I said yes, I would have major problems.
I remained silent, and my mother's sob grew louder as if they had murdered her favourite child.
?Your silence is confirmation, and some female students accused you of sexually harassing them,? he stated matter-of-factly. I'm not sure when I did this.
?I didn't-? the principal cut me off as I was about to defend myself, turning to my parents and saying.
?The council decided to let your daughter graduate, but she would be suspended before her exams and would write her papers from a special centre, and that is all we can do for her because of her good grades.?
This was the start of my downfall, as I returned to the classroom to pack my books and bag. Everyone looked at me, some with disgust, others with laughter, and a few with sadness and pity.
Sandra and Annie mocked me and hurled insults at me, so I fought back tears and stormed out of the classroom. On my way to meet my parents, I was followed by a red-eyed Marie who claimed she wasn't the one and that if she had known someone was there, she wouldn't have done anything.
I simply ignored her and got into my parents' car; they didn't say anything to me until we got home. They called my eldest sister and explained what was going on, and my two younger siblings discovered what was going on and avoided me like a pledge; my life had already been shattered as a result of me allowing Marie too close.
When I finished my exams and the results were released, my parents packed all of my belongings and threw me out, saying they had never had an abomination of a daughter. I cried and begged them, telling them I was innocent, but they didn't care.
When my immediate elder brother found out what they did, he tracked me down during a storm and picked me up, taking me to his apartment since he had stopped living with our parents when he finished university.
He called our elder sister in New York and told her what our parents had done, and she was furious.
?They shouldn't have done this, which is why whenever I called, they always gave me one stupid excuse after another.?
I finally said, "I didn't do what they accused me of." I finally had someone to explain things to, and their next words surprised me.
?We know you didn't harass anyone sexually, and even if you aren't straight, that doesn't give anyone the right to hurt you,? my brother said, and I sobbed. I felt warmth again for the first time in two months after the tears I had been holding in for so long finally poured out.
After spending a week with my brother, my sister finally revealed that she was working on my papers to move to New York and live with her and her in-laws. She also assured me that our parents would not be aware of anything.
That was five years ago, and I was able to start a better life in New York; I was a made woman, and I was proud of my accomplishments.
I'd travelled to Ghana with my sister because our brother was getting married, and I wasn't going to miss it for the world.
?Susan, you should go to the dinner,? my sister and her husband had been trying to persuade me to go because my brother's wedding was in a few weeks and we had arrived earlier.
It was during these leisure days that I received the email in my inbox; I was still using the old account for some personal matters that were not particularly important.
I agreed and decided to attend after their persuasion, so I rented a car that I used to drive myself and went shopping for something new.
Finally, the day of the dinner arrived, and I dressed perfectly as usual and styled my hair; I had gotten rid of my glasses a few years ago, and now my honey brown eyes were on display.
When I arrived at 8 p.m., they had already laid out a red carpet and photographers were photographing people. I parked my car and walked into the hall, ignoring the cameras and continuing to wear my dark sunglasses.
?It's time to watch the drama.'
I sat in the corner of the hall on an empty table, watching everyone do whatever they wanted.
?Excuse me, is this chair already taken?? I shook my head, not looking at the individual.
After a few minutes, each table was full of people, and I recognized some of my classmates and the principal.
?Irritating bunch of humans,' I grumbled as they introduced everyone present until they said her name.
?Marie Peyton, please greet everyone,? the Mc, who I recognized as the former student body president, said with a smile.
The person next to me rose to their feet, and I looked at her in surprise. She was dressed in a pants suit with a bow tie, and her hairstyle was ideal for the occasion.
When my name was called, people began to spread rumours about how I died on the street and how I became pregnant.
?It's time to stun them.'
I stood up and walked towards the stage, my head held high because I was here to ruin their celebration and be petty for a change.
I took the microphone from the stunned MC and let out a light chuckle at everyone's expression.
?Oh hello there, those who don't remember me,? I paused for emphasis before continuing. ?I am Susan Green, the scapegoat,? I said, my gaze meeting the shocked expressions of Sandra and Annie.
I came prepared, and let's just say my brother got enough dirt on them and saved it for me, so I discovered my so-called best friend was the real devil who wanted me to suffer.
I gave the people in charge of the media equipment a flash drive to show them what was on it.
Every little secret of theirs was playing in the background, as were my innocence to their framing. I walked out wearing my shades again after dropping the bomb.
'Haha, I ended the dinner before it started,' they can try to explain to their husbands who sat next to them at the table.
When I got to my car, I breathed a sigh of relief and went to open the door when a hand grabbed mine.
?Susan, please don't leave me like you did the last time,? Marie and her tall self were the source of my predicament.
?What exactly do you want?? I asked calmly, feeling the warmth on my face. It's a good thing it was dark because my skin tone wouldn't have given me away.
?Can we talk, perhaps over a drink?? She rubbed the back of her neck.
There was nothing wrong with us drinking together, so I nodded, and she happily fist pumped before opening the car door for me and entering the passenger's side.
?What exactly are you doing in my car??
?I don't trust you enough to not disappear again, so drive woman,? she said, and I laughed lightly before driving off into the night.
I am so excited that finally I will have both my family and my husband's family come together as one. The petty fights were definitely unnecessary and I'm glad we realized it soon. I am ready to put everything behind and start afresh with everyone. I grew up in a dysfunctional home. My dad cheated on my mum countless times and I have siblings that I do not know about. I'm determined to make sure my children have a good home and grow up in a stable household and this dinner is the start of something new. My husband and I got married despite our families being against it. My parents were pro-black and unfortunately for them I fell in love with a Spanish man. My husband's family is also the typical Spanish family that treasures their culture and their main concern was if I will be able to keep my husband happy, they even once brought a spanish girl for him when I was 2 months pregnant with our twins and that it were my husband and I drew the line and decided we won't see them or let them see our babies . The age difference just made everything worse as my husband is 12 years older than me but that didn't bother me. To be honest, when I turned 18, I realized that I was attracted to older men and my first boyfriend was 14 years older than me, I like them a little older.
For the past two years, our families have had a 'cat and mouse' type of relationship, there is always something to fight about, either my relatives don't like something on my husband's side or vice versa, they just don't get along. The birth of our beautiful twins Aurora and Atara is definitely a blessing because we told our relatives that they will not see them until they learn to get along. Our families have agreed to this request and hence we decided to have this dinner at our house to discuss everything and ways in which we can always get along and settle matters diplomatically and also to celebrate our twins.
It is two days away from the dinner and I called my sister-in-law and my sister to go shopping for the event. I'm trying my best to include foods from both cultures. I really want this to work out so we can finally move forward and start anew. My sister-in-law will definitely help with spanish delicacies like Spanish rice,Paella,spanish chickpea stew and the famous red sangria. I can't wait to come through with all my favourite barbeque recipes my mum taught me.
We did our shopping and had a lovely meal afterwards. I then drove my sister-in-law and my sister back to their apartments and I went back home to my husband with the foodstuff of course. "Babe , do you think this is the beginning of something?" I asked my husband.
'Mi chica, everything will work out." 'Mi chica ' simply means my girl or my babygirl, my girlfriend. Oh I love it when he uses Spanish pet names on me. It takes me back to when he was trying to win me, not that anything has changed but it just reminds me of our first date. It was valentines day and this man said he wanted us to go out. I wore a beautiful red dress, some stiletto heels, I did my make-up and nails with the hoop earrings ,need I say I looked amazing. The food,the scenery and he looked handsome and I have been his "Chica" since then. Life has been amazing with this man and our twins just made it even more beautiful.
Saturday is finally here. I woke up 5:00AM and I have been busy in the kitchen, marinating the meat and cutting the veggies. My sister-in-law and sister have been very helpful. My sister-in-law has kept the preparation of the Spanish meals under control.
It is 5:00 PM and we are finally done, the food, the drinks , the decoration, everything is excellent. We quickly rushed to freshen up because we don't smell as good as we should after all that hard work.
It's 6:30 PM and our relatives start to arrive , my husband and I welcome them and walk them to our backyard where everything is and before we know it everyone is here. My parents-in-law, My mum and my two aunties who helped my mum raise me are present. My sister-in-law and my sisters and brothers are all present.
We all gather at the table and say a prayer to grace the food and we all carefully settle down. My mum started out by addressing the incident were my husband's parents brought a lady knowing that I was two months pregnant. My parents-in-law quickly apologized for the incident and I gladly accepted it. My mum also apologized to my husband's parents for calling them out of their name on countless occasions. It was a nice night of reconciliation and everything was going fine until the doorbell rang.
The house-help quickly rushed to the door , Lo and behold, armed robbers were in our midst. I couldn't keep calm. The only thing on my mind was how to call the police before these men got to my babies. They harassed everyone, my husband offered money but they didn't leave. They confiscated our phones and I just couldn't stop crying until they called me out. Those merciless men raped me in front of my husband, my sisters, everyone!!! My husband couldn't do anything as he was tied up. They tried to get hold of my babies and that was when my husband lost it and tried to fight them. They pulled 10 shots on him. Luckily enough, some neighbours heard the chaos from outside and called the police. The police came and called the ambulance for both me and my husband , we were quickly rushed to the hospital. The robbers were arrested and taken away. My husband had been in coma for 3 days, he regained consciousness a few days after I regained consciousness. Our families have been nothing but supportive during this hard time. I'm so glad we were on good terms before the attack. The dinner went absolutely chaotic but at least we are on good terms now. This whole incident has left all of us traumatized and we all agreed to appreciate each other because life is too shor
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