Many things were meant to be, an eleven year old Kholwa Snowdrop drummed the granite countertop in the kitchen amused by her mother blushingly coming out of the closet declaring it was time to be a better, self-loving person regardless of her homosexuality.
A fifty year old woman deserved to be released from the shackles of shame; a joyful laughing Kholwa agreed. A ten year old Wildflower couldn't see the fuss, yelling at them to be less quieter than the cartoon he was watching.
Mother and daughter grinned at each other before tiptoeing to Wildflower sprawled on the couch, attacking him with elbows, legs and fingers of tickling and giggles. Wildflower was not happy.
Kholwa Snowdrop was the envy of the students at St. Charlotte's middle school with her designer labelled clothing, shoes and school bags blessed wonderfully with a private tutor and a mother focused on spoiling her two children.
Some things were meant to be, Sarah Bell poetically clapped her hands when Kholwa bumped into her in class.
Smirking, Kholwa's intention for Sarah Bell wasn't genuine friendship, assessing the girl's desperation for everything she wanted. At first Barbie didn't entertain the idea when Kholwa introduced them again but when Barbie herself realised how useful daddy's girl was, Sarah Bell was embraced.
F̶l̶o̶w̶e̶r̶s̶ ̶, shoes, l̶i̶m̶i̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶e̶d̶i̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶p̶e̶r̶f̶u̶m̶e̶s̶ ̶, Xbox, limited edition superhero figurines, unrelenting public love confessions, love poetry and sweets, Kholwa Snowdrop was determined to date the new boy with his honey charming eyes and carrot coloured hair lighter than her auburn hair.
Her almost obsessive confessions for Carson Cox must've worked because at the end of a Friday school day, he worked the courage of asking her out to a Saturday movie theatre date.
Cocking her head to the side taking advantage of how naturally taller she was than Carson, Kholwa hid a smile in her curly shoulder-length hair at his nervous scuffing feet, slanted bowed head, the curls covering half his ear played with.
Barbie, smiling at the two fools, jabbed her skinny shoulder making Kholwa slightly lose her footing almost falling chest first into Carson's face.
"I'd love to. When should I pick you up?"
Hating shows about magic since childhood, Kholwa didn't mind watching a cartoon about magic with Carson. She especially didn't mind how their foot kept rubbing against each other in the dark.
Henceforth, 14 year old Carson and Kholwa started going out.
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