Annie...

Growing up with a very successful dad and no mum was very traumatizing for me, I saw my fair share of gold diggers and wanna-be mums. I thought no different of Annie, I mean she was my dad's youngest acquisition, roughly older than me. Imagine the horror of coming home for your 18th b day, from some boarding school that your stepmother sent you to only to meet your new step mother who is four years older than you. Yes, I freaked out, I'm human people. Well after kissing up to me for a month, Annie called me into her room one day, here comes the threat, I thought. She sat me down and looked into my eyes,"Look here sweety, I'm not trying to take your mother's place,I want to be your friend and if you don't want that I'm cool, but all this attitude... are you sure you're 18, I mean isn't it a tad bit tiring and babyish?"
She just made me feel like trash, no one did that, i waged a war against her but the more i fought, the more she simply ignored me. Well, you know the drill, I realised that I was a big baby and decided to give this one a chance... I didn't regret it, she was awesome and I think she was actually married to me, not my dad. ofcourse this pissed of his royal majesty, but what could he do? Scold her for getting through to his only child? Well he kinda did that... but much later though. So, like every normal kid, I went to college and got an apartment, graduated and got a job. I stayed away from home and kinda fell off the surface of the earth, till one boring and uneventful day. I had come home from a very sleepy day at the office, we actually had no customers that day. I got home and sank into the sofa, I was at that point before you slip into total sleep,you know the one, the little bridge between consciousness and sleep.. You know what I mean don't pretend, okay I give up. So, I was at that point and suddenly there was a knock on my door, I almost ignored it but it became as persistent as a bad boyfriend, you know, the ones who don't give you your space, the crazy ones with stalker tendencies? Well you get the gist, So I got up and went to open the door, I was so ready to make it rain fire and brimestone, but when I opened the door it was her, my best friend, my..."Mum?" The words left my lips before I registered them.We hugged for a whole 10 minutes(okay, thats impossible). She told me how it wasn't the same without me, cuz obviously her marriage to my dad ended when we became friends, it just took them a while to make it legal... Thus my bestfriend and stepmum is now my roomie, we have mad fun with my other mad friends.

Andre...

It was my 1st day of college,it turned out to be totally different from wat i expected.Dere were no frat boys out front checkin girls out and excessively using 'dude' in their sentences,dere were no mean girls waiting at d doors to mark their territory and dere were no scary looking,medieval professors.My 1st class was oral lit,I walked into d slightly crowded class and pounced on d 1st vacant seat I saw,d guy next to me just stared,"Is dere something on my face?I blurted out. "Apart from ur eyes,ur nose and ur mouth,not much,"he answered.I instantly took a liking to him,he had a sense of humor and he was FINE."I'm Myra,"I held out my hand."As he shook it,I made a mental note to ask him where he got his manicure done,"Andre,and I'm gay so u can walk away now."I was disappointed,but at d same time intriuged,"Andre?Are u french? He looked almost as suprised as I did,"No my dad decided to make me an object of public ridicule, he shud've just named me clown."And thus he became my bestfriend on d spot...

Welcome to my world

In d distance I cud hear d shriek of an alarm clock,unconsciously I rolled over to put an end to d anhilation of my eardrums.My hands met...I jumped off d bed wit speed dat superman wud envy.My mind raced,my head pounded and there was a man in my bed.I stared at my naked body in surprise den scrambled for my clothes,he didn't even budge and I didn't even bother to find out who he was as I began to creep out...Wait a minute..."PSYCH!"My stepmum, my boss and d guy on d bed, who happened to be Andre, my gay co- worker, all shouted.I Smiled at them,but only cuz I was used to their bullshit."U shud have seen ur face",Andre laughed as he put his shirt on,"and u rily need a bikini wax."I opened my mouth in mock surprise and watched as they all laughed and mimicked me.These were my closest frenz and this was their idea of a birthday gift.My stepmum,Annie, became my bestfrend after divorcin my dad 2yrs ago,my boss,Maureen,kinda forced herself on us,and Andre is my oda bestfrend.My name is Myra and this is my life.

Memories...

The sun was setting gradually, I didn't really know if I could go on, my surroundings held too many memories. Some were good, some were bad and some were just plain sick, but they were mine and they were precious. I looked up slowly, half expecting to be overwhelmed with unwanted emotions, but what I felt was different, it was refreshing like a breath of fresh air. I smiled sadly as I went down memory lane. It was my first day in a new school, in a new town, I was scared. I was never the sanguine one, more like an introvert, but I tried to fit in. I stood outside staring at the tall building that was my school willing it to disappear or just evaporate. My stare down with the wretched building was shortlived, I felt a rough nudge and then another one. I somewhat lost my balance and almost fell on my face, but moving around gave me some unwanted experience when it came to withstanding bullies. I looked around, two big kids that gave a new meaning to obesity towered above me. Gulping down wat was left of the saliva in my mouth, I braced myself for the worse.'Hey, pick on someone ur own size!!' A light voice sounded behind me. Great, all I needed now was a hero to make things worse. I was still standing there awaiting the worse, when I noticed that everyone had left the scene. I turned around to find a very scrawny boy, roughly my size, standing there. I looked at him in awe, wishing I knew his secret. He smiled at me knowingly,'I'm Jim, stick with me kid, I've got you'. From that day onward, I followed him everywhere. Last month he died,but my best and closest friend he remained. On his deathbed he whispered,'Remember what I said when we first met? Never forget it, remember that I've got u... always'. Staring at the playground I met him on suddenly made me feel better.It made me realise that what we had, some people never experienced, I was lucky to even know Jim.My arms tightened around around my swollen midriff as I hugged Jim's unborn child,'I've got you'.