My dream high school episode 14

💠💠My Dream High School💠💠

🔥🔥Chapter 14🔥🔥

A day later:

💦Noel’s POV💦

(Noel’s residence)

I watched Sam’s drive away…

I owe that dude alot..

He drove with me here and helped me arrange few stuffs.

I closed back the door and breathed out, falling into a cushion.

I switched on the TV

Nothing really interesting, I left it and walked to my bedroom.

It’s a really nice house.

A bungalow but unique and big.

Two bedrooms with en-suites, a sitting room and a dinning.., a large kitchen.. and a really large room I needed specially for my music and gym. Also for my silly paintings.. Well I paint but I ain’t so perfect on that.

The little I learnt was from Sophia.

One thing I miss about Sophia.. She really was so perfect in painting.

We became close cos she was so beautiful and wanted to learn guitar and I wanted to learn painting.

Though she found it hærd to learn the guitar.. but at the process of it all, I fell inlove with her..

I couldn’t tell her cos I was afraid she’ll turn down my request cos she was actually crushing on one guy in school then.

Then two days after I made that song, I heard that she had left with her family to Germany.

Without saying goodbye to me. Nothing at all.

 

Well, back to my house description, There’s also a balcony and a porch and a garage.

Well, I love the house… but it’s quite far from MacHills.

Like a twenty minutes drive…

Sam’s Dad let me have one of the cars, One of Sam’s cars actually but I really don’t want that. I’ll have to get a new car soon.

I sat on my bed and scanned around my bedroom for the twentieth time today.

It’s really big.

The bed is Kingsized…and the pillows are cute.

There are two bagseats opposite each other (Green and yellow), a cream-coloured recliner with a tinted square table between them which all formed a sitting corner at the far end of the room with a mini Flat-Screen TV.

A cream-cloured wardrobe… And a small shoes closet beside it.

Beside the bed is a bedside table with a table lamp.

The floor to roof curtains are my perfect colour, creamy.

There’s the white en-suite door.

Everything’s awesome.

My Uncle and his secretary really did well in getting this house and furnishing it just the way I wanted.

I got my phone and dialled Sam’s number.

He picked up immediately.

“Hey Dude, you home now?” I asked.

“Yeah. Hope you ain’t scared.” He said with a laugh.

“Scared of what?” I asked.

“Scared of staying alone. I can’t really do that.” He said.

I laughed.

“I’ll get used to it.” I said with a smile.

“Well, see you tomorrow in school. Should I come over so we could go together?” He asked.

“No need.. We’ll see in school..” I said.

From Sam’s house to here is like a thirty minutes drive.

“Alright dude. Bye.” He said.

“Yeap” I dropped the call.

About school.. They say going to a new school for the first time always turns out to be quite awkward and annoying, with everyone’s eyes on you and some murmuring when you pass… And teachers asking to introduce yourself..

Well… It sure would be.

I walked out to the kitchen to make a coffee.. After placing a cup beneath and switching on the coffee maker, I felt like calling my mom.

I dialled her line and it went through.

“Hello son. Hello son.” Her voice came in. It seem she had been crying.

“Is it dad again?” I asked.

“Yes Noel.. He wants a divorce.”

“You know mom.. Why don’t you want to tell me who my dad really is?”

“Noel, your real father is dead.. He died ten years ago when you were still eight years old.” Mom said.

“And his name is?” I asked.

“Richærd Kenson.” She said.

“Do dad know already?”

“Yes.. Honey, I need to talk with you. Let me come down to Florida.”

“But why didn’t you tell me all this while I was in Texas?” I asked… as I switched off the coffee maker, took out the coffee cup and placed it on the counter.

It’s hot.

“Because of some many things. I didn’t want your dad to know. I thought if I tell you, you’do leak it to him. But now he has found out it’s Richærd, his sworn enemy who died ten years ago.”

“Sworn enemy? What killed Richærd?” I asked.

“I have no idea Noel but your dad now have so much hatred for me. I wish you are here Noel. I miss you.” She said and sniffled.

“Mom I really don’t know why you had something to do with this Richærd who was dad’s enemy which resulted in having a son for him in which that son is me, but I wish to know mom.” I said.

“That is why I need to talk with you.” She said.

“For now, mom.. I don’t think we need to see but you can email every explanation and details to me.” I said.

She was silent for awhile.

“Alright Noel but I plead with you, don’t hate me after like your dad do now. Please understand your mother I beg you.” She said.

“I love you mom and nothing would ever make me hate you.” I said.

“Thank you so much son. You are my pride and the best thing that ever happened to me.” She said.

“Bye mom. I have to do something. Staying all alone in a house isn’t so easy.” I said.

“Be careful son and I really have to call Lawrence and thank him.” She said.

“Don’t cry anymore ok? I know dad love you so much and would soon change his mind.. Even though he isn’t my real father but he’s the only man i’ve ever known and grew up, knowing as my dad, nothing would ever change that. I love you both.” I said.

“That’s why I can’t afford to loose you son. You are really intelligent and handsome.” She said.

“Shhh.” I said with a smile.

“Ahh.. Girls crushing already right?” She giggled.

“Ohh.. mom just stop. I’ve only met Sam’s girlfriend. She’s quite beautiful. Sam’s lucky to have her. She’s popular in MacHills High and all the stuff.” I said.

“Okay.. You are crushing on her?” She asked.

I rolled my eyes.

“Ofcourse not.” I said.

“So..”

“She’s kinda lousy and proud. I think they both fit each other.” I laughed.

Mom laughed out. I’m glad she’s doing so.

I miss those days we’do play video games, play around the gazebo and laugh out our rib when we make a silly face on a picture.

I miss my dad too…

When he’do call me and tell me all about him when he was a teen like me.

Then we watch wrestlings together cos it’s his most favourite TV show.

Then we can play some guitar or piano before going to sleep.

Mom and I have this mother and son closeness..

I’ve really love her more than my dad even though I love my dad as well.

‘My dad’

Knowing the bitter truth that he isn’t my real dad hurts so bad.

“My coffee is getting cold mom. We’ll video call some other time.” I said.

“Don’t you need a maid? I could send Serena and Juliana over.” She said.

“Mom. I’m fine, I don’t need any servant. Bye.” I said.

“Bye son.” She said and I dropped the call.

I inhaled and breathed out, took my coffee and walked out….over to my play room. I’ll call it ‘play-room’ cos it consist of three things ‘music, gym, painting’

Music remind me of myself..

Gym remind me of what I gotta do. Hahaha.

Well painting reminds me of Sophia.

There’s no canvas paintings yet but i’ll soon start with one.

At the right corner, There’s the piano, guitar and violin with drum kit.

I’m crazy. I know how to play all this musical instruments but I love guitar more cos I could take an acoustic guitar to anywhere.

There’s the exercise bike, barbell, dumb-bell, and treadmill at the other corner for keeping fit.

I sat on the the excercise bike and gulped down my coffee..

There’s a floor to roof mirrow beside.

I admired myself and my hair mostly.

Richærd Kenson is my real father?

His biography might be in the internet..

I took out my phone… and tapped on google search.

‘About Richærd Kenson’ I typed and searched.

His pictures appeared..

I in no way look like him, looking at myself in the floor to roof mirror, I in no way look like this man.

Though I so much look like my mom.. but no resemblance of this dead man at all… only the sand-coloured hair.

Well sand coloured hair.. yeah.

He had a sand-colured hair as well… but my blue eyes and all is from mom.

I read the brief biography.

‘Dr. Richærd Kenson was a prominent doctor in Austin, Texas who worked in the international PERMAN’S Hospital till he got arrested on the 10th of march, 2005 for attempting murder on George Bernstein while George Bernstein was coming back from Hongkong on the 7nd of march, 2005.

According to Richærd Kenson while he was being questioned, He said, “George has something that belongs to me.”

But Richærd never mentioned what George Bernstein owed him.

He was released few weeks later.

On, the 15th of January, 2007, Kens was found dead in his house, shot dead.

Unfortunately, his killer was not found.

He was buried on the 5th of Febuary, 2007.

>Read more about Richærd Kenson.

I closed my Google search.

Why do I feel like, that something that belongs to him that George had was me?

And why do I feel like it was George who killed Richærd?

I breathed out.

I have to see mom’s explanations first.

 

💦Olivia’s POV💦

I sneezed, and fling my hair back.

“You don’t have to put your hair into the frypan Olivia just cos you are sneezing.” Mom said and I sighed.

“Ehhteeeennn” I sneezed again and the dish on my hand fell and shattered.

I was washing.

“Olivia!” Mom gasped.

I gasped and rushed for a trashbin, a broom and dustpan.

“Be quick Olivia!” Mom said frightfully and I knelt down and began gathering the broken plate hurriedly.

“Olivia!” Ella called.

My goodness she’s coming.

“Sweep them under the kitchen units!” Mom whispered and I did immediately while mom grabbed the trashbin to drop back.

Thank goodness, I was done before she got in.

I pretended to be gathering some pieces of cabbages that fell off the counter.

“Olivia. Didn’t you hear me calling you?” She yelled.

“I did Ella. I was gong to answer when you walked in.” I said.

“Shut up. Im going to start a new thing in this house. I just told my mom about it. Just like it’s done in Sam’s house, We’ll start communicating through landlines cos im tired of scre-ming my lungs out at some clumsy servants. Now what are you cooking you?” She said, turning to mom.

“mayonnaise and sandwich.” Mom said.

She rolled her eyes, turned and walked away.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Mom did too.

“Gently, sweep them out and pack into the trashbin, I’ll pour the cabbages on top so she doesn’t get to see it..” Mom whispered……

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