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tely to gain a clear vision, the rays of blinding lights blinded my eyes as well. I sighed in distress, would I really have a luck on this day or not; I muttered. I wiped off the sleepiness in my eyes and not to my surprise, mother was standing two feet a

om, did you just

response, she interrupted again raising her brows. ''Of course, not. How could you ever remember when lazy girls like you wake up several minutes after 7am!'' mother cautio

ely open all through the night. I took a peep through it. The first thing I sighted was a boy around my age. His scruffy brown hair was aligned neatly, he wasn't overly for his stature but he was fit and tall as well. His lips curved into a fine smile towards my direction, I froze. I didn't know how to respond to this because his countenance engulfed me, I waved hesitantly with

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d to into a neat ponytail while my glittering dangling earrings were locked to my ears. I don't put on makeup, sim

at her, she was my older sister. She graduated

where's Mom and Da

urs!'' She explained stuffing her mouth some sandwiches. I sat on my space a

ot quite long so I w

Chloe added then took a sip from the cup of coffee. My brows furrowed instantly,

m?'' I was compelled to as

hing Claudia, I guess mom is right anyways. Stay off their lane, though!'' Chloe stopped to concentrat

roached, father placed a kiss on my forehead then proceeded to sit while mother stood hi

, Carina!'' father began hearti

them. They are not as religious as we are, they seem

soon since they are going to be our new neighbors. The Watkins are nice anyways so.

'd give them some cakes just like we always do, share amongst friends like the Lord did. Hmm!'' mother instructed. My heard dropped to the floor in pieces, h

eath my breath, Chloe tucked my side with a sarcastic smile. S

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hol, cigarettes, parties or clubs, no hangouts with ungodly peers, boys are not allowed to go into your room, no early relationships and thousand rules more. Everyone knew me with a one way type of fashion which is flare dresses with a little bit of embroidery, even if I looked not too fashionable to everyone in the world; I remained pretty as always especially for the fact that I was a brunette, my ocean blue eyes were an addition, I'm not so thick and not so

her as she handed

stood on the foot mat before the door, it was nicely decorated with flowers and vases, the fluorescent bulbs brightened like sun even if the sun was doing a commendable job in the sky. I heaved a deep sigh as I pressed the doorbell as softly as I could. A part of me didn't want to offen

d harmless, she received the hamper while her other hand was holding a cigar. Could this be the signs of ungodliness, I asked myself. I have