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| ❤ HIS SON - SEQUEL TO MY CAMPUS LIFE ❤ by Nobody: 8:05am On Jan 18, 2021 |
Update - 3 days in a week ❤ A Jess Novel ❤❤ Tricia Nielsen ✍️ The long awaited day has come. Here comes the bride as she happily walks down the aisle. I was getting married to the man of my dreams. Who could be much happier than anyone but me? "I now pronounce you husband and wife!” Now I'm officially a MacKenny! ~ "Ah-ah-ahh!" The baby is coming! It was delivery time... Derek and I were going to have our first baby. I couldn't wait to carry her in my arms. And I was happy to know that Derek would be just by my side when she came crawling out... ****** "Told you it was gonna be a girl," "Ha-oh. Everyone wants a boy but you," Derek was such a loving husband. I wouldn't ask for more as long as he remained by my side. My love for him was uncontrollable, and I was happy to know that I had chosen the right father for my babies. "Babe, I think someone's at the door," I knew who it was already... Mum couldn't wait to have her granddaughter in her arms, and I knew baby Lucy wanted to be all comfy in her arms. "Honey, say "hi" to grams," "Awe, she's so cute." Mum said, taking her from me. My little girl stared into her eyes, though I knew she couldn't make out anyone yet. She had her eyes, no doubts. But took Derek's chiselled nose instead. "She looks a lot like you, Trish," Mum said to me. I laughed and stared down on her. "You really think so?" I smiled up at Mum, getting a nod and an "Mm-hmm" from her. "Though she's got my eyes," she added, pecking Lucy. "I wonder when she'll look like me." Derek chipped in. "When she's come of age... I guess?" he poked my sides. "I sure hope not!" ❤~❤ A young girl of about seventeen looked out the window, watching the kids play happily in the street. Her name was Lucille Mackenny. But you could call her Lucy when anyone came asking. Lucy was the mute daughter of the MacKennys. She could not talk or hear in anyway, making her parents treat her specially. This always got their other daughter furious, and Anita on her part... couldn't help but feel left out with her sister always in the spotlight. "Dad. Mum. When are you going to stop giving Lucille special treatment?" she asked them one day. They couldn't give her what she wanted, making her dislike Lucy even more. Lucy's life was more of staying in her room, bringing pictures to life, and playing the guitar, though she had no idea what sweet rhythms her talent produced. Her love for music was pure, and she hoped her lips could one day make out words just like everyone else's, and not stay still, while her fingers made gestures. Lucille MacKenny ✍️ ***Dear Diary*** I saw a boy today... His smile was like that of an angel. It felt as though we already knew but I couldn't make out where exactly we had seen. Gee. What am I doing? The diary isn't helping at all. I couldn't help but wonder how it'd feel like to be able to communicate with someone; to be able to talk to dad, and to hear mum bid me goodnight, and not just have her communicate with me with her fingers. Mum had bought me a diary when I was six. At that time, I had no idea what it was until she showed me the proper way to use it. Then I'd wonder why I couldn't talk like the rest of the people, or even hear what they were saying. It was a bit of a torture really, but I was already used to it. Mum pitied me all the time. She would stay by my side, and would rather sleep with me than stayed in her room. Seeing her miserable because of me... got me all sad and down. I hated the fact that I was making her suffer for something that she shouldn't be blamed for... getting me worse inside. Mum was really sweet—and Dad—well, he was one who was always stuck at work, so he barely wasn't home. Nevertheless, he still made out time for us, and that was one thing I loved about him. I could say my family was really perfect. Well, except for the fact that my own sister hated me. We hardly saw. And even when we did, the frightening signal which the cold shoulder she gave sent, made me not wanting to be close to her. I wanted to ask her why she hated me so much, but I couldn't, knowing there was no way that I could tell her... I got up from the bed and moved to the window. I looked out it and saw the same children that were there few minutes ago, still playing hopscotch—a game Mum had taught Anita and me when we were little. It was hard learning it then, but with her help, I was able to get it right. I watched for some minutes, making to leave, as a clear image hovered just below. That boy— I made to call, but stood mindless, knowing I'll never be able to get him to notice me. ******* HOW'S THIS, GUYS? ❤❤ 1 Like 1 Share
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| Re: ❤ HIS SON - SEQUEL TO MY CAMPUS LIFE ❤ by Nobody: 9:30pm On Jan 18, 2021 |
❤❤ HIS SON ❤❤ ❤ CUTE ❤ ❤ MEETS ❤ ❤ MUTE ❤ ❤❤ CHAPTER ONE ❤❤ I had caught her staring at me; her perfect figure one I longed to see. I wanted to see her again; to see her pretty face so close, and to get to know her more. I never knew the MacKennys had another daughter. How come Nita never said a word? Nita! It seemed as though a call of her name got me remembering we were meeting up today. "Sammy!" She was calling— Had she caught me staring? I couldn't worry much about the thought as she threw herself on me. "Hey... Nita," She raised her head, a frown appearing on her lips. "Baby—" She smiled. "Love the sound!" her head came back on my chest. Looking up slightly, I saw her sister no more. Nita's presence must have made her move away, I thought so hard. I was so lost in thoughts that I hadn't heard Nita's voice. She called to my attention, and I looked down at her, realizing she had been calling me all this while. "Babe?" she called again. "Are you all right?" My brows arched up at her question. "Alright?" She nodded and purred. "You know, I was thinking..." I couldn't hear the rest as she went on. "Babe? Babe!" A holler of my name made me stop thinking. "Mm?" I looked down again. "Mm, I'm listening," I hoped she wouldn't stress further because I knew I wasn't listening. All this time I was worried that she had seen Nita and I cuddling. Wait. What's with the worry? "Sam, are you sure you're all right?" I knew Anita was starting to suspect that something wasn't right. She pulled away from me and rolled her eyes at me for a minute. "What? I said I'm fine," "You look pretty stressed out to me," she observed. I chuckled nervously. "Oh, come on, don't let it bother you." I couldn't come up with anything better to say, so I went for that. This is lame— "Let's go?" "Go where?" "To Burger King?" her brows arched up again. "Thought you wanted..." "Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah." I didn't let her finish. She gave me a strange look, and slid her arm under mine. Shit! Now my plan is ruined—I felt helpless knowing I had to wait for another day to come before I could see her again. Lucille ✍️ I had grown sober at the thought of not being able to call out to him. I really wanted to know this guy, and why I felt so drawn to him. I laid down, holding my pillow to my bosom, still thinking about him, as the door of my room came open and Mum walked in, clutching a tray. "Here... you... go," The words... I could silently make out. I sat upright and she placed the tray on my laps—kissing me lightly on my forehead, she turned to leave. I felt really lonely... Even though I had Mum with me. I wanted to relate more with her... but just had to bear the thought of my life not getting any better. I needed Anita by my side, but I knew it was never going to be possible convincing her to stay just where I needed her. I missed my sister so much, and I so needed her with me. We used to be best friends back when we were little—but now—things were really different. Different, I stopped to think. Different! I yelled in my head, knowing I had just gotten the perfect title for a new song. I got the tray off my laps, got my guitar in front of me, and brought out my songbook so I could write in it. I put in thousands of words, not giving up on placing them all in, as evening came and it was time for us to go for a walk. And by us... I mean "Mum and I". Anita still wasn't back, and it was getting Mum really worried. She was always doing that, leaving Mum in a state of worry... with the thought she wasn't anywhere near home—or so I thought. Still, it didn't stop us from taking our usual walk down the lane. I could say I was having a fun time enjoying the cool breeze, until a striking view came sending chills through me... ❤❤ T.B.C ❤❤ 1 Share
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| Re: ❤ HIS SON - SEQUEL TO MY CAMPUS LIFE ❤ by Ann2012(f): 10:00pm On Jan 18, 2021 |
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