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Sandra: Once Beaten Twice Shy!!! {Updated}
{Updated}"Yipee!" I've added more to our lovely story! 'Sandra' NB: I changed the title of chapter 2 from 'FATE' to 'THE RIDE' and added subsequent chapter 'THE FIGHT'... Hurry up and be the first to crack the ice❄️while we wait for more sweet chapters to come!
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**FLASHBACK**
With tears dripping down her blushed cheek, she sobbed profusely with her scourged knees on the careless floor. Sandra wept bitterly.
Her eyes were almost clustering together and she cried until her tears became too heavy to roll down her cheek and moved in slow motion like it was knitted to her eyelids.
**FAMILY**
Sandra was the only daughter of Mrs Molly and her philanthropic husband - Mr Dalton - who due to his affluent was enwrapped in activities that he barely had spare time to spend with his family. Everything was face-timed like he was living in another planet.
This often pissed Molly off as she was more extroverted and needed more of the attention Dalton could offer.
Dalton is painstakingly into real estate and has so many gigantic houses of his own in different states in America.
He had recently built a mansion in carlifonia for his wife and kid and was waiting for them to exit the flashy bungalow in Boston - he had built for Molly's mum - for this beautiful new house in California.
**He was desperate for them to come over as though he has resorted to spending more time with them but he wasn't really going to change. He was just going to let them come over, hang around for a while and off he'd be with his bustling life! **
Molly would not leave for carlifonia not minding how gorgeous the mansion was because she loved Sandra so much and since Sandra was schooling in Boston she wanted to be more close to her.
And besides, she loved grandma too and instead of leaving to a place she knows she'd be left alone she preferred staying in Boston with grandma and Rose - Sandra's aunt who lived in Brookline and visited often - where she could feel at home and be much more closer to her daughter.
Sandra was a bad-ass introvert and barely talked at home or in school. For this she had few friends.
Mary was a friend of Sandra. They met in high school. Mary can be used as a foil to Sandra. she was just like Sandra's mum; gregarious, convivial, folksy and sociable except for the fact that she was chubby.
She always stood tall for Sandra and had often kept her safe in high school from brushy guys in school knowing that Sandra's nature won't spurn them.
Mary's chubby nature was more of an advantage for her in dealing with such dudes in school...
**THE RIDE**
Sandra's fate was birthed the day Mary persuaded her to accompany her to a night party at one of their cohort's house on Friday night.
Though it wasn't easy to win Sandra over to doing something too extroverted like partying at night. Mary, being Sandra's amigo managed to do so as she was one among those Sandra small-talked with once in a long while.
Dressed in her favorite pink babydoll, arrayed with myriads of sparkling star-shaped sequins along with her alluring pale brown scarpin. Sandra took off with Mary for the party...
Sandra was a slim gorgeous blonde whose structure did jog one to believe she was Cinderella's doppelganger. Her presence was felt wherever she goes.
They took off at exactly 7pm with a fetching Grey Ferrari V12 Spider worth over 300,000 US dollars. Sandra had received this as a birthday present from her off and on dad - Mr Dalton - when she turned 18.
As jarring as it is, that was probably the least Sandra had received in contrast to previous birthday gifts from her Pa.
At one time, on her 16th birthday, Dalton mesmerized her with a diamond Harry Kotlar earring worth over 1.5 million US dollars.
Dalton being a fat Cat saw money as a means to an end and hence spent it boorishly...
Little did he knew that Sandra was only a teen and not until Molly had jogged him several times did he realise he had passionately been besmirching the teenage-hood of poor Sandra.
In light of this did he resorted to getting Sandra a Ferrari V12 Spider on her 18th birthday.
He felt nauseated doing this as regards his unapologetic spending mannerism!
But he couldn't help it though, as he wouldn't want to nurse a whippersnapper...
It was exactly 19:35pm when they reached Cambridge for the party.
Cambridge was just 3miles - 4.83km - and a 7 minutes journey from Boston and you might just be wondering why they spent an extra 28 minutes...
Well, as regards Mary's nature. She'd never ride athwart her musketeer's house without dropping by to say 'hello!'
And this she did...
It was exactly 19:13pm when they halted along Hampshire Street at Jessica's house to pick her along to the party; It was Mary's idea.
Unlike Sandra, Mary had many cronies and Jessica was one of them. Jessica was a bosom friend of hers and they shared many things in common like corpulence except for the fact that Jessica was less extroverted than her - Mary.
**THE FIGHT**
On reaching the scenery, Sandra's disposition got the best of her emotion and she alighted down the car fidgeting with her whole body down to her finger nails muffled in goosebumps.
The party was hosted by Jacob, one of whom every lady's dream was to harbour beneath his warmth arms.
Jacob was a genteel handsome fellow, 5ft 2inch tall with a prostrate gut, massive rippling abs and oiled bulging biceps.
He was averagely muscular with broad shoulders and a seductive oval face with cleanly defined lines of short beards with which he enthralls ladies.
At about 20:30pm {8:30pm} there was already a fuller house and the party kicked off with 'Blinding Lights' by The Weekend resonating obstreperously against every identifiable tranquility lurking in any crook or cranny of Jacob's domicile.
Amidst this bustle and hustle, Sandra on the other hand was raging conscientiously with her personas' predator and was at the verge of fiasco when Jacob sighted her from a distance and fastened his spooky eyes on her and watched in dismay the melodrama before him.
Just then, he reached for his scruff and troubled the tranquil of his helpless collar, gobbled some Carbernet Sauvignon and poured some into a Bordeaux with an intention to initiate a romantic dialogue with Sandra.
**To be continued**
~Dedicated to @Neelum_gee and @Tadiwanashechikundi 💖💖💖💖
Tags: @Boredomity @Jasni1827 @Janvipanchal @Suvedha @Innocent_fairy @Cherry__Blossom @RynaB8804 @laini8580 💕💕💕💕💕
NB: Please say something in the comment box👇I like to hear your view/advice/critique concerning my story!... I wanna hear you say something! so pls say something while you await for the next intriguing part!
© Joshgenius
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**FLASHBACK**
With tears dripping down her blushed cheek, she sobbed profusely with her scourged knees on the careless floor. Sandra wept bitterly.
Her eyes were almost clustering together and she cried until her tears became too heavy to roll down her cheek and moved in slow motion like it was knitted to her eyelids.
**FAMILY**
Sandra was the only daughter of Mrs Molly and her philanthropic husband - Mr Dalton - who due to his affluent was enwrapped in activities that he barely had spare time to spend with his family. Everything was face-timed like he was living in another planet.
This often pissed Molly off as she was more extroverted and needed more of the attention Dalton could offer.
Dalton is painstakingly into real estate and has so many gigantic houses of his own in different states in America.
He had recently built a mansion in carlifonia for his wife and kid and was waiting for them to exit the flashy bungalow in Boston - he had built for Molly's mum - for this beautiful new house in California.
**He was desperate for them to come over as though he has resorted to spending more time with them but he wasn't really going to change. He was just going to let them come over, hang around for a while and off he'd be with his bustling life! **
Molly would not leave for carlifonia not minding how gorgeous the mansion was because she loved Sandra so much and since Sandra was schooling in Boston she wanted to be more close to her.
And besides, she loved grandma too and instead of leaving to a place she knows she'd be left alone she preferred staying in Boston with grandma and Rose - Sandra's aunt who lived in Brookline and visited often - where she could feel at home and be much more closer to her daughter.
Sandra was a bad-ass introvert and barely talked at home or in school. For this she had few friends.
Mary was a friend of Sandra. They met in high school. Mary can be used as a foil to Sandra. she was just like Sandra's mum; gregarious, convivial, folksy and sociable except for the fact that she was chubby.
She always stood tall for Sandra and had often kept her safe in high school from brushy guys in school knowing that Sandra's nature won't spurn them.
Mary's chubby nature was more of an advantage for her in dealing with such dudes in school...
**THE RIDE**
Sandra's fate was birthed the day Mary persuaded her to accompany her to a night party at one of their cohort's house on Friday night.
Though it wasn't easy to win Sandra over to doing something too extroverted like partying at night. Mary, being Sandra's amigo managed to do so as she was one among those Sandra small-talked with once in a long while.
Dressed in her favorite pink babydoll, arrayed with myriads of sparkling star-shaped sequins along with her alluring pale brown scarpin. Sandra took off with Mary for the party...
Sandra was a slim gorgeous blonde whose structure did jog one to believe she was Cinderella's doppelganger. Her presence was felt wherever she goes.
They took off at exactly 7pm with a fetching Grey Ferrari V12 Spider worth over 300,000 US dollars. Sandra had received this as a birthday present from her off and on dad - Mr Dalton - when she turned 18.
As jarring as it is, that was probably the least Sandra had received in contrast to previous birthday gifts from her Pa.
At one time, on her 16th birthday, Dalton mesmerized her with a diamond Harry Kotlar earring worth over 1.5 million US dollars.
Dalton being a fat Cat saw money as a means to an end and hence spent it boorishly...
Little did he knew that Sandra was only a teen and not until Molly had jogged him several times did he realise he had passionately been besmirching the teenage-hood of poor Sandra.
In light of this did he resorted to getting Sandra a Ferrari V12 Spider on her 18th birthday.
He felt nauseated doing this as regards his unapologetic spending mannerism!
But he couldn't help it though, as he wouldn't want to nurse a whippersnapper...
It was exactly 19:35pm when they reached Cambridge for the party.
Cambridge was just 3miles - 4.83km - and a 7 minutes journey from Boston and you might just be wondering why they spent an extra 28 minutes...
Well, as regards Mary's nature. She'd never ride athwart her musketeer's house without dropping by to say 'hello!'
And this she did...
It was exactly 19:13pm when they halted along Hampshire Street at Jessica's house to pick her along to the party; It was Mary's idea.
Unlike Sandra, Mary had many cronies and Jessica was one of them. Jessica was a bosom friend of hers and they shared many things in common like corpulence except for the fact that Jessica was less extroverted than her - Mary.
**THE FIGHT**
On reaching the scenery, Sandra's disposition got the best of her emotion and she alighted down the car fidgeting with her whole body down to her finger nails muffled in goosebumps.
The party was hosted by Jacob, one of whom every lady's dream was to harbour beneath his warmth arms.
Jacob was a genteel handsome fellow, 5ft 2inch tall with a prostrate gut, massive rippling abs and oiled bulging biceps.
He was averagely muscular with broad shoulders and a seductive oval face with cleanly defined lines of short beards with which he enthralls ladies.
At about 20:30pm {8:30pm} there was already a fuller house and the party kicked off with 'Blinding Lights' by The Weekend resonating obstreperously against every identifiable tranquility lurking in any crook or cranny of Jacob's domicile.
Amidst this bustle and hustle, Sandra on the other hand was raging conscientiously with her personas' predator and was at the verge of fiasco when Jacob sighted her from a distance and fastened his spooky eyes on her and watched in dismay the melodrama before him.
Just then, he reached for his scruff and troubled the tranquil of his helpless collar, gobbled some Carbernet Sauvignon and poured some into a Bordeaux with an intention to initiate a romantic dialogue with Sandra.
**To be continued**
~Dedicated to @Neelum_gee and @Tadiwanashechikundi 💖💖💖💖
Tags: @Boredomity @Jasni1827 @Janvipanchal @Suvedha @Innocent_fairy @Cherry__Blossom @RynaB8804 @laini8580 💕💕💕💕💕
NB: Please say something in the comment box👇I like to hear your view/advice/critique concerning my story!... I wanna hear you say something! so pls say something while you await for the next intriguing part!
© Joshgenius
