People normally call her weird but basically she's more of an introverted person. She has no friends, which makes her very lonely. The friend she once had betrayed her.
She buried all her sorrows in her heart and whatever people say, she is always indifferent about it. She stopped caring about what people say about her and how they feel about her. That made her even more strange and more discreet. She hated attention and popularity. Her style of dressing was very simple: a hoodie and a pair of baggy trousers with sneakers, mostly in the colour black.
Among all of her personalities, she's also a nerd. Overall, she's pretty and of good character. She only had one person who was very close to her, not exactly a friend, more of a sibling—an older one, who is about five years older than her.
So gugs, this is just a review of Tanny's life. We will gradually know more about her.
CHAPTER ONE.
TANNY'S POV
I am just a girl, an ordinary girl, nothing special, boring, nerdy, weird girl. I find everything so weird and troublesome, especially being a girl. Having to experience too many weird feelings, sometimes I feel like switching places with the opposite sex. I have always wondered what it would be like to be a boy.
Do they experience different mood swings at the same time? Do they have a hard time dealing with their lifestyle? All these thoughts kept buzzing in my head until my mum called me down for dinner.
AT THE DINING TABLE
I sat down beside my older brother who was being so annoying. His girlfriend had come to visit, so guess what? She's staying for dinner. I never understand the concept of all these relationship stuff. I don't believe in any of it, or maybe I have never experienced it.
"Sweetie, why are you not eating your food?" my mother said, which jolted me back to reality. "Uhm, mum, I'm actually not hungry." She touched my forehead to check if I had a temperature. She removed her hand and asked, "Do you have anything on your mind?"
Of course I always do, in fact, thousands of thoughts running in my mind aimlessly every minute. So my mind is basically a workaholic. I shook my head in response, and she kept quiet and continued her meal.
Suddenly my brother spoke up. "Why are you like this?" "Like what? How do you mean?" I answered sharply. "About everything, your ways of life are too different from others." "Are you trying to say I am not normal?" "Yes! You are abnormal!" he said in a fit of rage, but he regretted it immediately those words came out of his mouth. I was in shock—not only me but my mum and his girlfriend. I felt so wronged. I don't care about what people think of me generally, but I did this time, and that was because this person in particular was my beloved brother.
"YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME!!!" I screamed, stood up from my seat and ran upstairs, slamming my room door.
CHAPTER TWO
After what happened at the dining table about two nights ago, I haven't left my room. Thanks to my snack storage, which I have been living on, but that will soon change because I'm out of snacks and it leaves me no choice but to come out of my room. I hated this situation. I didn't want to face anyone right now and if I don't, I will definitely starve to death. So I swallowed my pride and came out of my shell. I went downstairs straight to the kitchen only to find HIM there.
I got upset and was about to turn back when he pulled me into his arms and I was caught off guard. For a second, my mind went blank. When I finally realized, I pushed him with all my might and he stumbled backwards. I got scared thinking he would hit his head on the wall. Instead, he smiled at me and said, "You are quite strong sis."
I scoffed, "I guess only abnormals have the power."
He lowered his gaze and silence took over. After some minutes, he broke the silence.
"Are you hungry? You haven't been out of your room for the past two days."
"Aren't you gonna talk about what happened?" I said annoyingly.
He sighed, "What will I say right now that will make you happy? Sometimes silence is just the best remedy."
"But I want to talk about it," I uttered. He was surprised, so was I. He then laughed.
"You've never been willing to talk about anything."
I said nothing, just stared at him.
"Let's talk," he said, and his demeanor was serious.
"Why did you say that to me? Do you know how much you hurt me?" I said, tears building in my eyes.
"Look Tanny, I am sorry if my words caused you any pain whatsoever. I was caught up in some shitty stuff and I got so frustrated that I let it out on you. You're not abnormal. You're the best little sissy one could ever have. So will you forgive this dude or spank him?"
I laughed and was moved uncontrollably by his words because I saw the sincerity in his eyes. Also, if I didn't let go of my grudge against him, I might as well starve to death—not because I don't know how to cook, but because he's pretty much better than me at it.
"I won't let you off the hook so easily. You owe me," I said.
"Don't worry. I am ready to do anything to make up for the offense."
We then cooked, played, and talked throughout the rest of the day. I retired to my bed hoping tomorrow would be better, free of troubles.
CHAPTER THREE
LUCINDA'S POV
I remembered giving birth to my first child, Macklin, shortly after I turned nineteen. It was a tug of war. I was not ready to be a mother, neither was Evan (their father), but I couldn't bring myself to abort the baby. Evan was supportive despite the unwillingness to be a father. He felt he had a responsibility to cater for.
Evan was the son of a very wealthy businessman. He did not rely on that; he worked very hard for his name, even while he was still in the university. He was very successful, so money became the least of our problems. We lived a very comfortable life and he was there for me all the time. I felt being a teenage mom wasn't bad after all.
Two years later, I gave birth to a beautiful girl. I named her Tanny—it was actually a nickname, but the full name is Tiana. She was so cute and very cheeky, pretty and healthy. She had her father's eyes.
When Tanny was six months old, Evan started behaving strangely. He would come back home very late at night, and finally when I couldn't take it any longer, I filed for a divorce. He wasn't bothered at all, and I couldn't be bothered either. He didn't even bother about the custody of our children; he left everything to me. That's when reality dawned on me.
I took my children and we left the country to Andorra. It was the only country I could think of at that moment. It was small but free of troubles from the media and the rest of them. Then I poured all my energy into modeling and fashion designing, which I'm doing very well in.
Tanny grew up to become a very pretty young lady, but as time went on she gradually changed her attitude. I can't seem to pin down the problem with her. I am so worried about her, and I really felt bad after the fight between her and Macklin. I never had the time to address the issue, but I was sure of one thing: both of them would resolve it before I got back from my trip to Neville.
I decided it's time to move to Neville in order to free up my stress of going back and forth, and also to have time for my children. I haven't told them yet, and I know it won't be easy for them either, but that's the best thing to do.
CHAPTER FOUR
TANNY'S POV
I woke up at 7:15am on a Monday morning. I sat on my bed groggily, stretched, and picked my phone from the drawer beside my bed. I checked the time and immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Oh my God! I was late for school!
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FEW MINUTES LATER
I hurried downstairs and went to the kitchen. I saw Macklin making breakfast.
"Morning sleepyhead," he said while frying eggs. I picked a bottle of milk from the fridge and downed everything in it. Macklin raised an eyebrow.
"You're quite thirsty. Did you run a marathon in your dreams?"
"Can you stop with all your teasers? You left me to sleep and you're aware of my test this morning."
He smiled. "Of course I am, but I wanted you to be useful in a responsible way."
"But it is not right," I pouted.
"What's not right about it?"
"I could have missed my CA if I had woken up later than this."
He patted my head and urged me to finish my breakfast so that he could drop me off at school before heading his way.
AT SCHOOL
All students in the science department were not finding the CA funny at all. The CA was very tricky and lengthy. This test was to prepare them for their upcoming external exams. The biology teacher, Mr. Rowland, was very strict when it came to education. He talked less, except when he lectured. His teachings were very interesting, which made the students like his subject, although they were not very fond of him.