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Chapter 2 My first Encounter With Mr. Right

Word Count: 1122    |    Released on: 30/08/2024

agged girl, but I could barely fight anyone over it or prove

he died out of the depression of poverty. With nothing to fall back on, we relocated to our grandpa's house to perch with him. Not that he was richer, but he was po

ining him soon. Inheriting a poorly grooved vegetable garden and a fragile, roofle

with big pockets of coins, mom and I wailed inwardly and returned home the same way we came. Every d

kness in my own little way. Please, I entreat your sympathy! And don't call me names

ry day because she swelled by the day, so whenever I went on

eath to clamp her away while I went to the market

even a bunch since this summer!" I wailed at a

your poison!" the

issa!" Another snappe

s you are!" the

and scorn, not until I hear

getables f

am available!" I gasped; that would

lad protested, peering down at a puppy that mea

and the dog started off barking b

have it all" the l

round and gestured at him to leave, as

led with

ood and water again today, yet she grew bigger. Never in my lif

ght, I slept off; a deep slee

tell it was happening around me. The reawakening of my miserable life brought me back to consciousness and I woke up, rubbed my eyes from the haze of slumber, only to behold an uncountable mob aro

I cried, stroking my ha

't notice Brian munching all your vegetable

is Brian...?" my wailin

th, and the last half-eaten leaf stuck between his cute, pink lips, and his arms and feet tightly bound with fetters. And an in

the top of my voice and combed my m

the chant and others picked on it and chanted harder.

A whip

rable pain yet laughed and seemed unscathed

essed ladies whom I perceived to be maids pus

ubby one beamed "We have been in s

the top of her voice. "He e

o?" Another as

etables of poor Melissa while she was carele

ith the mob, "How much is the worth of

!" a voice repli

soon as she took out a bag of coins, the angry crowd

What becomes of me? Eh, maid!

Brian into the Lamborghini that was pack

y knees and wailed on. I was left with nothing

auburn-haired, Caucasian and the p

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