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“Jonny,” we can’t move the rehearsal up.” Kiki brushed away a tear from her porcelain skin as she angrily glared up at her fiancée. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was weeks away from their big day. Now, he wants to move everything up? It wasn’t possible. Everything was planned, paid for, and already set into motion. You can’t do this, she thought to herself as she tried to wipe away the large tears from her eyes with no avail.
Brushing the blonde streaked hair away from Kiki’s tear stricken face, Jonny pulled her into his warm arms. “Kiki—Catherine, we need to talk about this. You know what this means to me.”
Kiki went still. Whenever he went from her nickname then back to her given name, he was serious and not going to budge. But as he was about to find out, she wasn’t going to budge either. She’d paid a massive down payment for the wedding. Johnny sent payments to help cover the cost, but since he’d been in Basic Training she’d taken the brunt. What Johnny didn’t know was if they changed the dates she would have to pay penalty fees, which she couldn’t afford.
“Jonny, look; I know you are nervous about going back overseas. Shoot, you’ll be in Iraq in less than a month, but I am nervous … petrified … you have to know that. Changing the date isn’t possible.”
Johnny’s dark green eyes were unreadable. Only the casual smile that erupted on his lips told her that everything was ok. He understood what she was saying. Didn’t he? “Kiki, things are going to be a little crazy from here on out, I just want you to know...” Johnny was stopped short by his pager going off. Giving her a fierce hug, he nodded toward the phone and turned away from her frustrated face.
Of course, answer the phone when they were in the middle of an impo...
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...ime she’d been faced with being alone. She’d been alone all her life.
“I know,” She whispered. She also knew he was going to be gone a very long time. And that wasn’t easy to deal with.
Slowly his smile erased; in its place a somber demeanor. “I hope you know how sorry I am,” swiping his hand through his tousled hair, “Look, I know Mom will help, you just have to ask her,” ignoring the doubtful look on Kiki’s face, “She really does like you. She’s just struggling with me leaving too.”
Finding the courage within, Kiki took a deep breath. “We have tonight. Let’s not think about tomorrow. Forget about the wedding, I’ll see if I can get the money back. I just wish...” how did she finish what she couldn’t even answer herself. Instead, she felt herself pulled into his warm embrace. It was in those sweet seconds, Kiki knew life was never going to be the same again.
“That’s so sweet. No guy has ever gone through so much trouble for me.” She felt her eyes welling up.
Jasmine had left 1 hour early in order to start getting ready and guess who she took with her, Miranda leaving me to get ready with Wendell. We head to the dressing room and as soon as we are inside on our own, the old Wendell returns. “I told you I would find someone better than Jasmine, although I shouldn’t be saying this but Miranda is great. She has been a Victoria Secret model since 2007, she has been voted the sexiest woman alive and she is everything anyone would want.” “That’s nice Wendell,” I respond, “but Jasmine is the only one who I wish to be with.” We then got ready in silence. About 10 minutes before I was meant to go outside, Arturo came and started to comfort me that everything would be okay. “You know I have forgiven you with what happened with the Vidromek case and you have forgiven me what happened with Jasmine at the Christmas party all those years ago.” I stared at the floor but didn’t say anything, my eyes not meeting his. “But now we are grown up and I would like to give you the opportunity to be your own person. I am very happy to say that you went to Oak Ridge and now we can just hope for the best.” “Yes, Marcelo has forgiven Arturo and he thinks that it is time for Arturo and Marcelo to be friends again.” I said with a smile on my face. It was now time to go outside and walk down the aisle where the most important decision of my life would be made. “Let’s go Arturo,” I then stated and we walked outside into the beautiful
Once her parents walked away, Jason approached his future bride and cleared his throat. "Hey....look, I know what happened with us through our childhood is in the past. We were kids then. I'm willing to put it behind me and try to get along for the sake of our parents. If you want to, great...if not, then can we at least get through this night and fake like we're on board for this? This is my way of extending an olive branch and letting bygones beat bygones. So what do you say?" Jason did have to admit, since he'd last seen her, she'd really blossomed and matured into a gorgeous woman and if she was willing to put their past behind them then this would be smooth sailing. But his gut was telling him that old feelings don't die so
"Me too." She replied, tears still running down her face. For a few seconds they just stood there, accross the room from one another, staring at each other through the sparks and small fires. Then she started walking toward him, saying, "Oh what the hell, we're gonna die anyway."
Her mom hung up, those were the last three words Destiny would ever hear her mom say. She tossed and turned the rest of the night. Kisha came into the room to wake up Destiny. She had overslept, which made her and Kisha miss school. Kisha could see the pain in Destiny’s eyes. She knew she had to tell why their mom wouldn’t be coming home and that she moving to New York. Destiny told Kisha the horrible news. They both wept and held each other until they both fell asleep.
“I love you, I’m going to stay with your father and Nia, she can’t survive out there,” she sadly said.
“Well I can’t talk too much right now I have to go to work. Bye son have a goodnight. Lili I’m leaving alright.” He said and left for the mill.
She grabbed Aya’s cold hand that almost seemed foreign to her and lightly squeezed. “For everything. For being so awful when we met. I-I’m so sorry. I n-never had the chance to tell you how important you are to me and o-oh god we never had the chance to...help you...walk. Please forgive me.”
“Shh,” He silenced me again, but much softer than before, “I’m happy you’re here with me. Just don’t say any more, please. I can almost go back. Holding your hand like this, I can almost deceive my own heart and pretend I’m not alone now.”
“Nothing, nothing can break us apart.” Ian mumbled as he hugged me. It was like the whole world just bursted with light and color, and then the unthinkable occurred.
”But I do know I let him down. He’s gone and it’s my fault. What are we going to do Frank?“ Desperation flowing through her words.
It had been a fairly good week. I received an A on another one of Mr. Jackson’s exams, and completed another week of eighth grade basketball ‘practice’, which in my case consisted of standing against the wall watching the starters run the plays. It was only my first year playing, so I was just enjoying being on the team with my friends. But that weekend was to be unlike most others in my past. I was attending my aunt’s wedding downtown. I was to watch my aunt, who I had known my whole life, and her boyfriend, who I had known for about 3 years, commit to each other the rest of their lives before the audience of people they knew the best. The last wedding I had attended, in 2004, was a very different experience for me. I was younger and knew less about how the world
"Katherine, hey." Michael, her stepdad stepped into the room. He was carrying a bouquet of simple, white flowers. "I hope you're feeling better. The doctors... well," He trailed off. "Let's not talk about that." While his tone was light, something heavy weighed him down.
Right now, a buzz is going through the hall in which all the seniors are waiting and they look like bees swarming in the hall. It’s becoming hot and we’re all getting impatient. Amber is more composed and enjoying the good times in the present. She is standing there happy but sad to be dispersing from the rest of her classmates. Ann, the smartest one is having a little fun but not really. Her feelings are that of a person who realizes she’s going to miss what she had, but wanting to get the ceremony over with because it’s taking too long. Standing in that room we are together and enjoying one last real time capturing a picture with each other. Amber’s mom is so proud of her daughter that she keeps talking and smiling and trying to part of every MOMent. Amber is thinking to herself that she wishes her mom weren’t there but she’s ‘happy inside because someone is cooing over’ her. As Ann is standing beside Amber she keeps getting these expressions that say, she likes being with her friends but, ‘what is taking so long? Can’t we get out of these dang robes, yet?’
I never thought this day would come. I mean, I did know it was coming, but I just never thought it would be this soon. Since birth, Lina has been my older sister, my companion, my confidant, and moreover, my best friend. As years passed, I acknowledged that we were getting older, and that the date of her departure was getting closer, yet, I did not want to believe it. Since last year, she had been in the exhausting process of applying to universities, and by the end of May, the University of New Orleans (UNO) granted her with a generous scholarship. With a smile full of pride and amazement, she accepted the scholarship and reserved her space in the Psychology field in the UNO. Overshadowed by the great news of her scholarship, we failed to foretell the gloomy days that were close to arrive.