Perfect Strangers
A. N. Hey hows life guys? I know i havn't finished Forever in my mind, but this idea came into my mind and i know being the humble being i am (cough...liar...cough) i hv decided to both of them, i knw thats gonna be tricky but believe me guys, i am not gonna let ya down. Enough of that boring talk, lets began-
Ch- Messed up life
Musa P. O. V
"Posture, Musa," my step-mother quietly admonishes me under her breath.
I immediately straighten my spine and make sure I haven't put my elbows on the table. That would be an absolute faux pas at such a lavish affair.
I hate these things.
I should be used to false smiles, fake laughs and the overall pretentiousness of these gatherings. After all, my father is the Governor of California.
As a little girl, I watched him schmooze his way up the political ladder with my step-mother at his elbow.
I get along with my step-mother just fine although she has an uncanny way of making me feel completely inadequate.
I don't think she does it on purpose.
I just don't meet her high expectations.
Tiana Melody is a petite blonde that has perfectly coiffed hair, with her makeup, nails and clothes always immaculate.
In comparison, I'm like a gangly baby giraffe.
I tower over her at 5'5 to her 5'3 and I'm anything but graceful, even though she's tried to drill the perfect etiquette and posture into me since the age of nine.
You'd think I was still that trainable nine-year-old girl instead of a twenty-four-year-old woman with the way she treats me.
My mother Harmony, the former Mrs. Melody left me and my father when I was six years old.
Her family had never approved of her relationship with a man born of El Salvadoran immigrants, no matter how educated he later became.
I guess I wasn't good enough either because she left me behind without a second glance
. The only things she ever gave me were her Azura eyes, which she could have kept because they draw too much attention in contrast to my almost dark blue hair and pale complexion, attributes of my father.
Three years after my mother left, my father met another Asian woman and married her.
Tiana Mitchell saw something in my father that my mother didn't and she pushed him on the road to success.
Of course she had a little help from her daddy, well-known oil tycoon, Dwight Mitchell.
The amazing thing is that I get along with Tiana's father better than anyone else in the family. He's the salt of the earth kind of man.
He hails from Texas, where he owned a cattle ranch before accidentally finding oil on his land and striking it rich. Apparently Tiana's mother, Abigail Mitchell, met him shortly after he made his millions and the rest is history.
"How's your food there, little darlin'," Grandpa D, asks me.
I've called him Grandpa D since I was a little girl.
It was Christmas day and I was riding my new bike when I fell off and badly skinned my knee.
My father told me to walk it off and Tiana told me to stop crying like a baby, but Dwight Mitchell made a show of kissing it all better, cleaning the scrape, and putting a bandage on my knee.
From that day on he was Grandpa D. My step-mother has always been Tiana and her mother Mrs. Mitchell to me.
A. N. Yheh! Thats it for now, i am gonna continue it guys! Its a little based on a book i brought online, but this is just intro, real picture is coming. 😛 Sry for bad dialogs. Anyway tell me if ya like it. This is not as good as i can do. But ugh... Whatever! Plzzzzzzzzz R&R.
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