Chapter 4

*this chapter has not been edited*

Wren's POV.

             Over here mum!!!... Oh today was a long day,  I managed to scale through...my prayers were at least answered, although everyone were staring at me all day long, I knew that it was for a totally different reason from my changing schools in grade 12.

        Another spectacular event was how I became very popular on my first day at school, I guess having a lookalike was not bad after all. It even got as far as; sorry please are you Wren or Bemon? Am sure the whole school knows my name already.

        After economics that day, Bemon had invited me to sit over at her table to which I gladly accepted, I mean; who likes to sit alone on the first day of school? But how could I have forgotten how popular Bemon is? It was just like a TV show, with us; (comprising of Bemon, a girl named Pamele, another named Miranda, her boyfriend who makes me uneasy -pitu, and I.) At the center of the cafeteria, and other students at the other tables with their sole attention on ours.

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        So how was my baby's first day at school today? My mom asked by breaking into my trail of thoughts. I had made her promise me to come pick me up at school today, just in case everyone bluffs me off for being the outcast then I'll have her shoulder to cry on, and she'll take me for icecreams- but it looks like I won't be adding weight anytime soon.

        It was fine mom, we were almost at my house already, trust my mom with roads, we just moved here and she already found a shortcut that made my school a five minutes ride away from home.

        So did you make any new friends?my mom asked while horning for the gate keeper to open the gate.

     Yes I did mom, I made some friends, I replied, and speaking of friends how was I going to tell my mom this?

          What's wrong honey? My mom asked. Oh trust my mom also to always know when something is wrong.

        Oh nothing mommy, am just weeeellll, you know tired, I replied faster than I wanted to.

        Wrenda Gabriella Davies! Are you going to tell me what is wrong? Or should I help you? My mom asked, mom never calls me by my full name except it's a big deal, but how was I supposed to tell her this, without knowing what her reaction will be?

          Mom I think I found her, I found her mom! I replied without thinking.

         What?!!!!! My mom exclaimed.

        Yes mom I think I found her already, her name is Bemon, Bemon Havanna, she looks just like me mom, exactly like me.

        I don't know mom, am not one hundred percent sure, but I don't know what to think again mo- *loud bang* I looked up to see what caused the startling sound. Apparently my mom just exited the car and is now half sprinting towards our mansion.

         Mom! Mom!! Wait, am sorry!!! Mom!!!!!! And that was it, without looking back she ran into the house and slammed the door hard.

     Mentally and physically face-palming myself I grabbed my backpack and my mom's forgotten phone and walked towards the house, what was I thinking? I wasn't supposed to tell her yet, after everything we've been through, but what could a poor girl with no control over her mouth do?

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         My mom was nowhere in the base living room, instead I was welcomed by the sight of Merlina, my mom's friend daughter whining-or should I say rotating her abdominal instead of pelvic cavity to some weird music video, she didn't even notice me enter.

        My parents stays at the East wing, where there are the boring stuffs for adults, the workers living in our house stays at the South wing, and the West wing is left empty for a reason only my dad, mum and I knows, so am not telling you.

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        Finally getting into my room, I just couldn't help but hope mom is fine the last time something like this happened she had to go to an asylum for two months, she had not been the same since then.

          I decided to go to my bar to find myself a cold drink to get calm, I had this odd feeling something was wrong but before I could comprehend what it was I saw something else.

       Right there, slouched on my bar stool was a menacing looking figure the face of the person was backing me, but the shoulders of the person was shaking, as if he was ready to prance on anybody.

       Shaking, I lifted my hands to switch on the light, to get a better view of this creature, since the room is was dark, at the sound of the switch clicking, he turned around then there he was in his full glory.

       Dad?! You scared me, what are you doing here?.