Focus on the Love, not the Accident and Scars.
That's what they say but that still doesn't mean that our Scars aren't glaring and our Accidents won't hunt us forever.
Kambili Emerald Andrews, The Daughter and the Heir apparent to the Andrews Empir...
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° The Widest Smiles hold the Worst Scars °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
The song for this Chapter is STAND STRONG BY DAVIDO FT THE SAMPLES cause that's all I'm Wishing for Kam right now.
And please, Read the Author's note at the end.
Thank you.
KAM'S POV
"You came home late again!" Marie said as I let out a little sigh.
"It's not my fault, blame it on my school besides it's not yet past my curfew," I said as a familiar scent engulfed my nostrils
I knew who that scent belonged to.
"Emerald, I missed you so much. It was so boring staying with Denise and Divine but now that you're her, sorry I'm here we'll make lots of memories. I miss you. So gist me," Diane rambled
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(A/N: So guys, that's Diane. I love her so much)
She was dressed on a black Crop top and Mom Jeans. She had her hair up in two buns and looked so simple yet beautiful. Her fair skin complimented her dressing as her long lashes and pointed nose highlighted her beauty.
"There is no gist." I replied her as I went to the dining table and met my food served there already
"Abegthere is gist. Gist me nau before Denise and Divine come tommorow," Diane begged as she put her hand to pick a potatoe chip from my plate.
"Diane please there is no gist. Allow me to eat in peace." I grumbled as I slapped her hand and the chip fell from her hand.
"No oo. Tell me are you and that Jay guy together now. Tell me yes!" she said as she squealed like a 5-year old.
If there was anything that Diane was good at, It was the fact that she never understood anyone's mood.
"I'm not in the mood for all these nonsense!" I yelled as I dropped the fork hard on the table and went to my room upstairs.
My mood suddenly changed. It felt like I was losing my mind.
"That is so unlike her," I heard Marie mutter before I shut my door and laid on my bed.
***
It was time for French—one of the subjects I was incredibly good at but I loathed.
The French teacher came into the class and those who weren't offering french stood up to leave while the others stood up to greet.
He is an Average, Chocolate and handsome man but his trousers and Coat— not suit tell a different story.
