Man of my Dreams

Chapter 15

“You will recover. You will eventually recover, Alliana! “

“That's part of the honey bee test!” I tried to cheer myself up. Kiegan had an emergency at work that is why he went home. I wish I can go home too.

“I'm Alliana, goddess of positivity.”

“I'm Alliana. Nothing can beat me,” I said those words with a smile.

I went to school. Everyone frowned at me, especially my classmates. I sat on my seat and tried to smile as nothing happened.

“Hey, Alliana' sway you emotionally.

There, come here, “Kiara wanted me to move my chair close to her though we are seats, mate.

“Alli, I am very sorry i leave you alone yesterday, forgive me, ah?” said Kiara.

“I only found out early in the morning that my friend was beaten on the field. I am very sorry.” I just looked and nodded. She smiled sweetly and handed me a box of doughnuts.

“It's just like a homemade doughnut my Nanny made, but it's the best,” she said proudly. I didn't expect it to be like that. In the first month of my school year, I get poorly beaten. I smiled, remembering what had happened from the time. The quiz started. One hundred items, Kiara aced it scoring 83 over 100, which is the highest, followed by me scoring 82. Several passed the passing score of 80, but most failed. Most scored 71. The lowest score is 60.

I had a practically extraordinary life. I am the kindest couple, only a girl child. I had an excellent sweetheart. My brothers always tell me the story of a three years old me with a seven years old boy. They said that boys only come to the province during summer. We play a lot. That boy has many friends. But that boy wants to play with me. He defended me with all of my bullies. Kiegan used to take care of all of us while our parents were working. Kiegan used to take care of 7 children. He was 13 back then.

We lack food, and that boy, during summer, goes into our house with tons of food. My parents are very thankful to him, as well as my brothers. They only knew him by the nickname Ins. Cliché, but I ask him to marry me when we grow up, and he agrees. But nah! When I turned 5, INS didn't come back in summer anymore. I don't even have memories of him. I don't know if my parents and brothers are making up stories about a boy named Ins. I did not try to find him because I don't know him.

Back then, in the province, I had a remarkable ball group—a reliable dearest companion. I am the bubbling energy source everyone crowds around, who as often as possible falls into difficulty for being lighthearted and crazy. In any case, everything flipped around as a result of a barbarous episode.

An occurrence that drove me to meet my worst time, I became unimportant when I studied in the city and left the province where I am a princess—a normal young lady in Westville International School Manila. You wouldn't know, ha! I used to be a princess in our province, but now, I am a clown in the city. Everyone made fun of me and call me trash.

I exist. I am a young lady blurring on the foundation. Yet, imagine a scenario where Mr. Well known meets me, Alliana? That is my dream love story. Sometimes when I feel sad, I always remember my made-up love story, where I get to meet my charming prince. Cliché, but I like that, though, and it makes me smile when I am sad.

Like, I can make him see the distinctive side of life a long way from the consideration and spotlight? At the point when your life isn't just about as unique as you needed them all to think, would you dare return?

As I resolve his mysteries and family issues, consideration and spotlight?

You were helping him with his insecurities and saving him from everything and that unexplainable love that arose fascinating, very fascinating. Restoring his privileged insights and family issues gradually surfaced, can I save him? In the event that you lose all that you look forward to, would you say you will be safe?

I am a writer in my own way. My fantasies are written in the innermost part of my life. My ultimate dream is to be a mother and a wife. That is why I dreamed of a magical love story.

Am I able to battle briefly in life? This is an anecdote about adoration, passing, family, companionship, and adolescent life's high points and low points.

“Alli, you are spacing out earlier, are you ok? Are we not leaving yet? I'm hungry.” complaint of my friend Kiara while resting the jaw on the palm and watching me.

“It's only a matter of time, and don't be noisy. The teacher is currently in his discussion. You cannot boss him around,” I replied without removing my eyes in front of me. I listened to his discussions and lessons, and it was easily written on the notepad.

“But that was it. I was done earlier. I already memorized the lesson, and my beautiful tummy is empty. I'm really hungry.” she says again. I set my finger in my lips to quiet her up.

I might as well not finish our research paper. The first month and we already have a research paper. What the heck. We have a short quiz so that we can go to recess.

“God, Alli, we can go next. Let's pass the paper. It is ok if we get a C grade as long as we eat,” she complained again.

I cut her in mid-sentence with a smile. “There. It's over.” I declared. I looked at the book survey already for some page noise thickness.