LEFT BEHIND
PROLOGUE
Destiny has a way of pla-ying out itself in everyone’s life. Well for Harriet it’s magical!
Harriet was lucky to have been born with a silver spoon. She’s brilliant and beautiful, but she’s never really interested in clas-s activities, especially some “dumb” excursions as she had called it..
To her utmost disappointment, her father signed her permission sl!pand she had to go …
Never did she know that she was about to meet destiny in a strange land, out of site, out of time.
It was becoming a fun filled excursion, before an heart breaking interruption and then an earthquake and then darkness…..
She missed the excursion bus back home! She has been left behind! In the middle of no where!
Harriet is not going to give up now, but her reason to live awaits her in AMAZON… There’s more reason to why she has been LEFT BEHIND…
This r0m@nç£/Myth will make your imaginations grow wild, so don’t be left behind on this!
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MEENAH WRITES ✍️
Episode 1
Harriet’s POV
#Creole_High
I sat on the t©p of my desk with a half bu-tt as I used my phone and chewed a bubble gum.
It was the final session of the final year, and Mrs. Johnson was giving some really crazy announcement.
One I wasn’t interested in.
I popped the gum with my eyes still glued on the screen, not minding the stares that earned me.
That is, until Mrs. Johnson said in her no nons-en-se voice, “Miss Anderson, would you pay attention and st©p being so arrogant!?”
I paused in my chewing and looked up at her, as well as the other clas-smates of mine.
Damn Mrs Jackson. I hate her….no, sorry, hate is too strong. I dislike her because she is the only one in the whole school who doesn’t care if I’m from the wealthiest family, or if my dad, Jacob Anderson was the s£nator of Creole, or if my mom owned the largest fashion sto-re in Creole.
My b©yfri£nd, Luke Hetman, was always treating me like an egg, as if he was scared I’ll break and call off the relationsh!ponce I do.
My best friend, Katherine Paulo, always liked to hang around me and offer to do anything I wanted to do.
Yep, the egg theory again.
Even my other mates and my parents did same. And I’m tired of it all.
That’s why, on second thoughts, I like Mrs Jackson.
“Oh ma’am, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were there, I couldn’t see you,” I said in a mocky tone. Well, she was a short woman, and rounded in everyway.
Clas-smates giggled.
Mrs Jackson frowned.
“Miss Anderson…..” she said in a warning tone.
I know that tone: it either results in detention, or suspension. And I was careful not to have any red on my sli-p.
I smiled and got off the desk.
“Alright, I’m listening,” I said.
She scoffed and continued, “So endeavor to get your parents signature on those sli-ps, and pack up your things. We’ll receive all the letters tomorrow at 12:00 PM, and we’ll move.”
The students chorused their approvals and they seemed really excited.
For what???
“Um…excuse me Mrs Jackson. Could you like repeat the announcement?” I asked innocently.
“Go ask a friend!” she glared at me and walked, more like marched out.
God, I like that woman.
I giggled to my self and made to put back the earpiece into my ears, when Katherine c@m£ rushing towards me.
“I’m so excited!” she exclaimed, jumping and cl@pping her hands with a childish grin on her face.
“About what?”
“The excursion.”
“What excursion?”
“Girl are you from this world at all? Didn’t you hear a thing Mrs Jackson said?” she said in disbelief.
“No.pe,” I replied.
She gro-an ed in frustration and sl@pped her forehead.
“OK. The final year students are going on a field trip tomorrow, and we’re to obtain permission from our parents by giving them this sl!pto sign…” she handed me one, great, she even collected it for me when I wasn’t even listening! “….and we’ll be off tomorrow once we’re permitted!”
“Yay!” I said drily as I re-ad the paper. I wasn’t interested.
And my parents would never sign such a piece of trash for an even bigger trash.
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“What!!!” I exclaimed in shock when my dad penned down his sign of approval on the dotted lines.
I can’t believe this!
“Dad no…why?”
“Honey don’t you want to go on the field trip?” mom asked in a soft tone that was characteristic of her.
“I don’t!” I yelled getting up from my seat at the dining table where we were having dinner.
“Why?” dad asked sternly.
“Because I don’t want to!” I said.
His brows furrowed. “I won’t tolerate that anymore, Harriet. You will go on the trip! Case closed.” he continued his meal, but I lost my appetite.
I scoffed and ran upstairs to my room and shut the door behind me so that mom won’t come in and start lecturing about why I should listen to Jacob and how he knows best.
I gro-an ed.
If I was going on the excursion, I might as well start packing for the three days trip.
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#Anderson_Home
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Harriet’s POV
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“Harriet???”
I gro-an ed and turned in my sleep.
“Just five more minutes…” I murmured sleepily. I knew that that was mom calling me to wake up, but I spent half of my be-dtime last night re-ading a really interesting novel.
And I was a great deal of sleepy right now.
Mom giggled and pu-ll-ed off the blanket from around me and said, “Come on, sleepy head. Time to wake up.”
I shouted and held myself, “Ahh…I’m n-ked!”
Then I blinked open my eyes. It wasn’t a brunette guy with hazel eyes and cute dimples that was staring at me while I was unclad in the midst of a forest, it was my mom.
Ugh…the way dreams work. But that guy was sooo handsome.
“Hi mom,” I said and ru-bbe-d my eyes.
“Good morning Harry, now get re-ady or you will be late for school!”
“School?” I asked as I sli-pped my elegant feet into a pair of kitty sli-ppers. I scratched one of my bu-tt cheeks and walked into my adjoining bathroom.
“School for what?”
“Have you forgotten? For camp of course!” she exclaimed and shook her head at me as if she couldn’t believe that I could forgetbl camp. Don’t blame me, I’m still not interested.
I sighed and closed the bathroom door behind me. Soon I heard my room door closing and I knew mom was out.
Camp???
Adnairax
I’d rather rot in hell!
Excursion’s for babies and wussies, and I’m a damsel. I couldn’t afford to get my hands dirty, or my nails broken just because of living in dirt!
But dad was being dad: overprotective, and ma-king decisions which he claimed were best for me.
But nob©dy had ever asked what I wanted!
I scoffed, took of my silk nightie and got into the shower room.
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Minutes later, I was done and dressed in a white and pink dotted tee-shi-t tucked into a high w@!st black jean trou-ser, and a pink sneaker on my feet. I picked up my satchel and called for the burtler James to heft my luggage to the car. Obviously, mom had added extra items to what I’d alre-ady packed while I was slee-ping without even telling me.
I shook my head.
“Morning dad,” I greeted and k!$$£d his cheek with my hand on his shoulder.
“Morning sweetie, sle-pt well?”
I smiled and took my seat. “Yeah, and I had this wonderful dream of a lovely green shru-bbery and a guy with hazel eyes and brown hai…..”
“Honey I’ll have to forward the memo to Kyle Galloway, you know how opposing the fellow is,” dad said.
“I agree. And maybe you should alert your campaign manager about it too,” mom added.
I rolled my eyes and focused on my breakfast of toast and scrambled eggs. They forgot that I was talking. They even forgot that THEY asked ME about my night. That’s how they were. Always showing care, zoning off the next moment and returning later on to treat me like their pampered egg!
I scooped a spoonful of egg into my mouth and gulped it down with a sip of my jui-ce.
“I’m sorry sweetie, you said something?” dad asked later.
I shook my head with a fake smile. That was when I saw mom staring at me.
“What?”
“Baby what about that pink and white wedge I got you from my sto-re yesterday?” she enquired. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. They could be pampering, but they were also disciplinarians.
“What about it?”
“Well I think you should wear it instead of this…. stuff,” she said and pointed at my feet un-der the table.
For god’s sakes, I’m a tall girl!
“But mom…”
“Don’t start sweetie, hurry before you del@yyour dad,” she cut in.
I nodded solemnly, trying so ha-rd to keep my anger in check, and went back upstairs.
#Creole_High
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I waved to dad as he drove away, and walked towards my clas-sroom. Just then, Katherine c@m£ to me.
“Hi girl. What took you so long? Traffic, right?” we did our secret handshake.
“Yeah,” I said. “Kathy, I wanna go change.”
“Change what? I could help you.”
“No, just submit my sli-p, I’ll be back soon,” I answered and handed her my sl!pand the form for the excursion.
I hurriedly made my way to the powder room, took off the wedge, and wore the sneaker again. Ah…much better.
I had hidden it in my bag after doing as mom said.
While I organized my face and my hair in the mirror, my mind strayed to the dream I had.
It was not long, like the beginning of something. And that guy….. so charming. He seemed like the Prince Arthur kind of guy, or the Legend of The Seeker kind, or the ancient Prince Charming kind.
Arrgh…what the hell?
I have a b©yfri£nd, a handsome one.
I couldn’t afford to cheat on him, even in a dream.
I grrred and stormed out of the restroom and headed to the registration site.
I haven’t seen Luke yet. I nee-d to see him, so that I’ll forget about that dream guy.
To be continued