Victim of Circumstance | UNDER RIGOROUS EDITING

Chapter 20 - The Awakenings Of... & Attempts To...

||Valeria||

FOUR YEARS AGO!

"Valeria, wake up. You are getting late." My mom—Daisy shouts from outside my room.

I groan into the pillow hearing her annoying voice. Can't this woman just mind her own business for once and let me be in peace. What does she want from me now?

I get myself up the bed and stride towards the door in utmost annoyance garner-able. I yank the door open, and find her standing in her office clothes with that annoying smile of hers that I so much want to pry off her galling face.

"What?" I snap with snide. "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" she draws her eyebrows together. "It's your first day of school and you overslept missy."

"So?" I scrunch my face up in disgust and slam the door in her face. "Just make sure to finish in the next ten minutes. I don't care you acting like a spoilt brat." She says before I hear her footsteps disappearing.

I lean against the door and sigh—head tilted up, eyes closed.

She is right.

This is my first day of school. A new school. I'll be starting my grade eight and I don't know why but I'm nervous. The uncertainty is freaking me out. First because I don't know if I'll relive the hassles of primary school where I was mistreated for my skin color. It hasn't been easy, having people looking down on you just because of your color tone. These resulted in me harboring hateful feelings towards my parents. Sometimes I wonder why I can't just go to a school of my people—black students—where I wouldn't be victimized for who I am.

I sigh and enter the bathroom to take a quick shower. It takes me a couple of minutes to finish. I look at myself in the mirror, smoothing over the school dress before putting on the navy blue blazer with the school emblem engraved on the left pocket. I give myself a head-nod and leave my room.

"My girl is getting old," my father's beams at me. That makes me groan, with an exaggerated eye roll.

"God, just shut up. Your voices are god-damn annoying." I brush off their jubilant-exuberance. I sense hurt in his eyes but I shrug it off and leave the house without a backward glance. Not minding the fact I didn't even eat breakfast.

I step into the backseat of the car with a huff and fold my arms over my chest, waiting for my parents to get in. We take off, as soon as they are in.

I quickly leap out of the car as soon as I reach the school, ignoring my parent's good byes and run for the school building.

I'm so in trouble, I think to myself entering.

I push myself through the door. I bump into a hard body, which leaves me in a pile three feet on the ground—making matters worse—on top of the said person's body. I close my eyes shut, muttering an internal—oh shit, oh shit—multiple times. What the hell did I just get myself into? This is not the way I wanted to start my day. Not creating trouble for myself on the first day. I'm sure I'll be the... The sound of a groan, reverberating through the person's chest stops my trail of thoughts, making me to snap my eyes open.

"God, you're heavy and... cute." The person—correction—boy drawls in a sexy deep voice which by the way is too deep for his age.

"Hey..."I murmur a soft pleading greeting hoping—praying he doesn't make my life hell. To say the least, if he is someone that looks as if he just stepped out of a fashion magazine, with his gorgeous define face and tone body—which is even uncalled for, for his young age.