Move away from home
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"Marissa, Marissa honey, get in the car or else we will be late",
I could hear my mom call out to me as I looked at the house I spent fourteen years of my life in, yes, fourteen years of memories, not all blissful, not all bad, but the memories I had, these memories, will lead me to the future awaiting me,
"Marissa honey ",
this time it was my dad, horning the car, my luggage already kept in the truck, looking at the two cars parked before me, my mom car at the front, the driver was her boyfriend, my grandmother from my father's side and my elder sister then for my father we have got my dad and his new girlfriend if you were in my position which car would you go for, of course, I sat at the passenger seat of my dad car ignoring the piercing gaze of my ma,
"Sarah come into this car right now or else I will not hesitate to give you a good spanking",
Dragging my feet to the ground and walked to my mom car where I had to squeeze myself in the passenger seat with my grandma and elder sister who has been on the phone since forever,the car becoming stuffy as everyone tries talking at the same time,arguing over whom is right over what and how my grandma tries to advise that man which is my father by the way ,about the tramp with a million tattoo as my ma calls her not to influence her poor innocent children,like goodness ,this is the kind of family I grew up in,my pure looking American mom divorced my ex actor Mexican dad when I was just five years old and my big sister nine years old, we all thought we will never see dad again but to our surprise my dad packed out of the house and moved next door,which clears the child custody aspect because we both have rooms in each house and could sleep wherever,for my dad his mom who loved her daughter in-law so much stayed with ma,and my dad who always tries sabotaging ma almost relationships,we all still eat meals together at mom's house but it always ended up in fights only time they put heads together is when they are trying to discipline we,the children and that is extremely rear,going back,it really took my parents quite some time before they got into another relationship,for my dad this is like is fifteenth girlfriend and they all barely lasted more than three weeks,for my mom, dad sabotaged all are almost possible relationships so the Indian dude who looks like he is ten years younger than my mom,driving my mom's car,who my mom hates to hear us call jobless or a free loader but instead a jobseeker is my mom first boyfriend since her divorce ,all I can say is this,in this crazy bunch of loving family I have got,I am still the only sane one if I must say so myself. I can still remember when my mom told us we would be leaving the home we knew all our life to start a new life in California because she was given a job in one of the biggest restaurants as the head chef which comes with free boarding and a huge amount of money, as for dad, dad goes anywhere we go, yeah my dad is a way too early retired actor, so here I am beginning my journey to California.
Guys, I guess you all must have heard of the cliche love stories between CEOs and Cinderella's well this is a love story about a geek virgin and a billionaire playboy, my name is Marissa Martinez and this is my story.
"Maa, that where are we going to spend the night ?, the house is not ready yet and I do not want the planks falling on me"
"Sarah, stop making things difficult and let your papa talk to them"
My mom says
We should have known this is what will happen, Papa is not too reliable you know, I knew the job was too good to be true, Sarah kept on talking and talking which made mom angrily shout at her While I just sat down in the car watching, after watching all the drama go down with a few discussions between mom, dad, and one of the workers it was then decided that we say in the main building till everything is settled.
Wow,
I gulped on seeing the mansion before my eyes because calling it a house is an understatement on its own, the house was massive looking like those houses you see in a storybook or magazine, houses where billionaires or CEOs own
Marissa, snap out of it, go and help with the luggage My mom says, as she still looks at the house in pure amazement our delivery truck was to come the next day
"Mama, but sarah is doing nothing "
"She is your elder sister so shuu"
my mom says using her hand as a gesture of dismissal not giving me the time to present my carefully planned speech
"Stop being a cry baby and go assist dad"
Sarah says with it being obvious she was enjoying how angry I was getting
Sarah has always been everyone's favorite, she had been the perfect daughter, beautiful, smart and popular among peers and friends, she won numerous trophies, like when does she get the time to study when all she does is calling and chatting but for me, I am different from her I was so unpopular, fails in class and unlike Sarah big breast mine were small, technically I am a late bloomer, wears clothes that are classified too big for the female generation or too childlike unlike my peers who now try to dress more mature than they look
While I struggled with the luggage at hand, and that was the first time I saw him, his hair quite brown, my guess he was more than six feet tall, putting on a black shirt that was neatly folded up, showing his arm with a black jean trousers I was unable to see his face because his back was to mine as he walked towards a black Jeep and for some reason unknown I felt uneasy, for some reason I knew he was not someone ordinary, all of a sudden he stopped just when he was about to enter the car and for a brief moment he looked my way, the sun shining from the stranger side to my googles making it difficult to see his face when he entered the car and drove off
"Maeissa pass it over let me help you with that"
My dad says coming out of the building to assist me with the luggage,
"Thanks, dad"
I say, following behind my dad, to say the outside of the house is beautiful is an understatement compared to the inside, the house looked very formal but also expensive, but something felt off, the feeling of coming home was not there, it was very beautiful but lacked the feeling of warmth but for a fourteen years old who thought she was going to sleep in a death trap earlier this was like heaven, I could hear the Middle Ages woman who brought us over say,
the hotel is not that far from here and I hope this place will be comfortable for the time being,
"It's very nice, thank you so much for coming to our aid today "
"Are you kidding me, it is what is expected of me, and luckily Mr. Moore is not around for now so it is okay "
"You mean THE MR MOORE"
Sarah screams,
"This must be a dream, grandma we are at THE Mr. Moore house"
Sarah says her hands holding dad becoming tighter, my dad let out deep laughter as he watches his very behaved daughter laugh childishly all due to excitement, his girlfriend very excited as well my mom not the doubt was too but tried hiding her smile bit the excitement was written on her face, everyone looked excited even grandma but I looked at them baffled,
“Who is Mr. Moore ?”
I asked in puzzlement, but my great and mighty sister decided to make fun of me
"Marissa , are you trying to say you are the only one in the world who does not know who Mr. Moore is?"
“I seriously do not “
“It is enough kids no need to start now, should we now”
My mom says, my sister was so excited that she looked at everywhere in excitement, our quietness finally made the worker respond to our previous question, his with a smile on her face, one would know she was very friendly
This is not mr moore permanent residence but yes ,this is also one of his houses, he comes over on very rare occasions whenever he needs his peace and silence, so since that is out of the way let me take you to your rooms thats where you all will stay for now that is until your house is built completely, while everyone chatted with happiness.
That night I made sure to search about the mysterious Mr. Moore which I learned to discover had been one of the richest in the world after his parents died when he was just at the age of ten years old and was left to lead the Moore enterprise to what it was today, at just twenty years blaze Moore had grown the Moore name to an unbelievable height, and there he was in the picture taken of him but it was not very clear, it was said that blaze Moore always avoided the public, whenever he could
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