Chapter 3 Dreams

• ~Alyona~
• “Will you be my girlfriend?” Shawn purred.
• “Shawn, I have never seen you like this. I don’t love you.” I answered as I was trying to get rid of him.
• “Please give me a chance,” He jeered.
• I tried to run, but my leg seemed stuck in the ground.
• His face is getting bigger as he pouts his lips towards me.
• I saw a stick to hit him, but when I picked it, it recast into ice- cream.
• What the hell is happening to me?
• “Alyona Marshall,” a sound was calling my name from far away.
• I looked here and there.
• “Alyona, don’t make me come up there,” it’s my mom screaming at me.
• But where am I?
• I woke up in a shocking state. My mother screamed my name as she called me to come down and have breakfast with her.
• But to whom I was running into my dreams.
• I shook my head.
• Suddenly, I remember. My clingy senior wanted me to be his girlfriend. He used to be my unwanted admirer.
• But why am I dreaming about him?
• I thought to myself,
• “Alyona, if I have to call our name again...”
• “Ahh... coming, mom,” I answered.
• I threw my blanket at the thought of an unwanted admirer.
• I looked at myself in the mirror.
• “Am I so much desperate to meet Mr. Right?” I zoomed my eyes on the whiteheads on my nose.
• I peeled myself from my thoughts.
• Otherwise, my mom will again remind me that her elder daughter is far better than me.
• I jumped into the shower to rinse my thoughts about Mr. Right and not to mix Mr. Right with my clingy senior.
• “Oh, God. When are you going to show me my Mr. Right?” I purred as the shower water went into my mouth.
• Once I adequately scrubbed, shaved, and scented, I stepped out in my goofy towel. I looked at myself one more time in the mirror to check my nose should be pointy and clean.
• The chilly weather will not allow me even if I want to wear short clothes.
• I wore my jeans and a tank top.
• I can hear my mom whine about me.
• I roughly put on some makeup and rush down.
• Looking at her, I understood. She is angry as she is getting late for her work.
• We had some rules in our family, and eating breakfast together was one of them.
• I hugged her from her back. “Mom, I love you.”
• I tried to cool her down.
• “Al, you know we have to do breakfast together.” She glared at me.
• “I am sorry, mom. Last night I didn’t sleep well.” I whispered.
• She turned towards me as she knew I had an asthma problem.
• “What, are you ok? My baby,” her tone suddenly changed.
• “No, mom, it’s just the chilly weather. And it seems like my room heater is not working properly.” I gave her a reason to wake up late.
• “Why didn’t you come to my room?” She sighed.
• “Ok, let me call the society office.” She took the phone.
• “Wait, mom. I will do it. You are getting late; let’s have breakfast first.” I took the phone and arranged the table.
• Sitting at the table, I took the toast in my mouth.
• My mom glared at me one more time.
• The second rule is always to thank God for everything.
• “Sorry,” I whispered.
• As we finished our morning prayer, I looked at her.
• “Mom, why do you always pray?” I questioned her with blind faith.
• She smiled and answered,
• “Al, when your father left me, I knew nothing about this city and place. I was not even a believer. But my mom told me he is always with you, even when you don’t see him.” She added,
• “And you will see him standing next to you when you call him. I called him that night when I had nothing to eat or any place to stay.”
• Tears rolled out from her eyes.
• “Look at me now. I am blessed with two beautiful daughters, and I have my house.” She smiled and looked up.
• “I know you are listening, but we love you, father. Bless my daughter with a handsome man.” She wished for something unusual.
• “Mom?” I gave her a surprised look.
• “What? I know you want your Mr. right more than your job,” she laughed out loud.
• “Well, if you are saying then, let it be.” I winked at her and thanked God for accepting her prayer for me.
• With this emotional, spiritual ride, we finished our breakfast.
• As we were talking, we heard a knock on the door.
• “Go, your gang is here,” my mom rolled her eyes.
• I smiled and gave her a flying kiss.
• As I opened the door, I saw Olivia and Ivy rushing inside and hugging my mom.
• I sensed they came up with the plan, and we need my mom’s permission on that.
• I raised my brow as I looked at Olivia, holding something in her hand.
• “Omg, girls, calm down.” My mom felt like a sandwich in between their hugs.
• “We need your permission to take Alyona to the masquerade ball.” Olivia opened her cards.
• “Masquerade ball?” My mom raised her brows.
• “Yeah, before you say no. I want to tell you, it’s a free entry. I have three passes, and my company organizes it for completing five years.”
• Olivia spills everything in one breath.
• My mom smiled as she read my face.
• “Dress? I am not paying for anything,” my mom answered.
• “Don’t worry. We will manage.” Ivy jumped.
• My mom agreed, and she gave me permission for the ball.
• “So, how are we doing this?” I asked.