A Bit Closure

Part: 01

     Hey guys this is Althea Gracie Wesley's story .This story begins when she moved to Newyork with her mother. She was eighteen and got admitted in the Columbia university of Newyork . Well ,New York was the place where her life turns upside down. She met some weird persons who were part of the biggest mistery of her life.She never saw her dad and she was  even unaware of the reason why her family never liked to talk about her father. She also became paranoid when her classmates called her Alicia .

Althea's POV

The despicable smell of the milk was blocking my nose. I couldn't help but put my hands on my mouth. I hate milk and that morning stuff, ugh !  Actually I hate everything about morning. Everyday I wake up at 5:30 in the morning but  as usual I couldn't wake so by almost 6:00 or 6:30 I manage to wake, then I have to take my shower, finish breakfast....  very fast!.. Rushing to school, miss the first class , back to home , tired, sleep without completing homework and then the day goes on this way. I was not sure I loved my life or hated my life.
"Gracie" The big monsterous green eyes were almost pulling my heart out of my chest which were once used to assure me that  'everything is alright' whenever I used to get scared.
I could feel all my sleeps ran away with a jerk and I murmured with wide eyes "I'm done mamma ,just two minutes"
"Good" she replied with her very authorative tone heading towards her car. I put my bag pack on my shoulder , following the pointed sound of her pencil high heel and my eyes were glued to her perfectly pinned brown hair. My mamma was great , everything about my mamma was perfect except her daughter. I was polar opposite of her,I couldn't  cope with her perfections and all her disciplines .She wanted everything to be in her way, so decorative and so orderly . Actually that were the things that made her a successful business woman along with her hardwork. She was  always so  gorgeous like models or Hollywood heroines. Whenever  people saw her photo on any magazine the first thought that  overpowered their mind was to consider her as a model rather than a businesswoman.
Her emerald green eyes , the Persian nose and the cheeks like marshmellow took her beauty  up to the pinnacle .She was not a difficult woman , she was just a strong woman who knew her value.
Mamma was already on her regular side of her lamborgoni  and uncle Frederick ;our driver was waiting at the driver seat showing me a sympathetic look. I opened the door and sat beside mamma pulling the door hard in hurry ;a little hard that mamma pulled her dark  eyebrows  that i inherited from her,  together in frustration  she showed me a sign of disapproval of my carelessness  but instantly she was back in her conversation with someone in the phone, most probably someone from her office. The whole rid was so silent like a graveyard . In the long run after a suffocating 15 minutes  journey  I was on my university gate. Mamma was too busy with her phone to say goodbye to me or give a goodbye kiss , but uncle Federick waved hands to me and wished me to have a good day,so I did it the same to him.