The day is beautiful than any day I ever lived! I Susan Marksman, I never enjoyed this life. Today appears to be special

“Do you know any fortune teller in this area?” I asked one of my classmates

This was my very first time starting a conversation, ever since I joined the university I barely talk to anyone!!

Dumbfounded look she had on face “Fortune teller!” She exclaimed

I just told her “forget it! Am just asking you because of the book am reading”

I lied again! What book am I reading! I will sleep if I go near books!

“Yeah, i knew it, I know people of our age gets anxious about anything strange they hear or read,” she added “there’s one good fortune teller I know”

“What!! For really? Like are you being seriously! Gurly” I was thrilled jumping and hugging her

“Wait you said, its all about books! Why becoming animated all of the suddenly!!?” She had so many questions to ask me.

Coming back to my senses and I told her,

“Hey its really about book but if they real exist I wanna visit”

She then said “Okay”

I smiled and I remembered I haven’t marked her name! Although she introduced herself few weeks ago, I couldn’t keep her name in memories

“What’s your name again” I asked with an embarrassed face. Off course no one would ever wanted that,

She is someone I talked to and she assisted me into many things even though I never had the urge to start a conversation, she’s a charming girl.

With a serious face “I’m Susan” she said with a sarcastic tone

I know I did something wrong but I never liked when someone speaks to me in a ill manners. However it was different with her, I felt like a bad woman for once.

“I apologise” I said quickly grabbing her hands with my two hands

She shook her head as someone who was very hurted and disappointed at the same time, She smirked “its okay Susan, I am Belle Davidson” she replied with a soft voice

“Students, attention!” We we’re interrupted by the class leader! To respect the teacher who was walking in!

“Hello students” the teacher greeted but no one replied because the teacher gave us no chance to say a word she started talking “we have new student, he wil join us from now on please let him introduce himself”

I thought we don’t do that in colleges or universities, having newcomers to say hello in front of the class? Anyway he might be the big shot of the varsity

He stepped in and everyone was shocked, he looked so handsome like he just came right out from the television.

The six feet tall man with a clear smile and teeth as clear as crystals, with beard that made him perfect for any woman, something I noticed his two button of the shirt he worn was unbuttoned.

His brown eyes and dark beard and hair made me to fall in love!

Wait am i falling in love with the person I barely know! Not only that but I never met him before!

“Hello! I’m Jackstones, everything else is unnecessary” he introduced himself and walks to the seat!

I’m wondering! Why is this person so mean and who on earth named their children after stones. The thought almost come aloud.

After he took a seat near me and Belle.

“Do you think the fella is Asian or Asian African” Belle mumbled

“I think he’s out of this world” I muttered

He clear throat “hmm” and added “You can ask me instead of scuttlebutting”

“You are bullishitting, it’s no our nature” I said,

I truly denied of us talking bout him,

I just didn’t want to draw attention from the class.

He leaned “Really, weren’t you two talking about my beauty?”

“Stop being shameless, I never thought you are beautiful, you just look good but cheap” I said.

I know I’m lying, if he’s using skin cares those must not coming in this world, and his face is right few distance from mine. I was in between of comfortable and uncomfortable,mixed feelings.

I wanted to punch his face but I wanted to kiss his lips. If you ask me why those thoughts were running in my little mind, I would never had an answer to that.

“You can do what you are thinking, Mon Belle” he said

“Mo...n Be...Belle ?” I stammered

I felt like he’s someone I know all of the suddenly, I’m sure he’s the guy in my dreams and he must be the guy i always seen in my past life.

“Mon Belle?” Belle asked in confusion,.

Is she aware that Belle means beauty in French?

“I’m not feeling well, come with me to the infirmary” Belle said.

...***************Flashbacks ****************...

I swear she felt my fear and worries! I was panicked about everything about this guy. His words brought back flashbacks of the time I was living in Morocco Africa.

I’m not Moroccan, my father had this project going on for ten years so we followed him there.

One evening I was walking around the city it’s about thirteen years ago, i was eight years old. I met the guy he was running away from his father.

“It’s time for prayer” his father said

He told him “i don’t wanna pray today”

I was curious to know him not because he was around my age, I felt like I have seen him or I have been in something like that before.

Coming back to my senses, I was already in infirmary, I sat on a small bed that I found myself laying Belle seated besides me.

“Susan, a...m glad you woke up really” She said “I was worry to death, what happened, did that freaky did something to you?” She aske hugging me tightly

“No he didn’t do anything” I told her “I don’t like it when a person of opposite gender gets near me me”

“I’m glad he did nothing, phew!” She released a long sigh while break the hug.

“So what am I doing on bed, let’s go” as I was about to get down the bed, my parents and nurse rushed in.

“Susan! Oh honey what happened to you” said my mom and Dad hugging me.

I told them nothing serious, and I don’t think it was so serious to have my parents there,.

They went back home, Mom reminded I should join them dinner the following weekend because we haven’t been close for a long time.

In the class.

“She’s good at seducing me, the dude haven’t spent a week here but the bitch caught his attention” one of the mates in the class said mocking me

“She has a nice body and perfect boobs, any man can want her but she’s so fake and cheap” said another mate, This is the guy but I understand why he’s jealous of me, I heard the rest of gang calling me, “sissy this time someone is bold enough to steal your charm”.

“Are you fighting back or we are leaving?” Jackstones asked

“Don’t start again, your Belle is uncomfortable around you” said Belle as she pulled me away.

He reached out for my hand, “is it true mon Belle” he asked!

“Ye...yes” I nodded

“You was never like this before” he said

“It doesn’t matter what she was or wasn’t leave her alone, please” Belle said pleading “I beg you spare her some slacks”

He released me, I was eager to know more about my past, I remember most of it I just wanted to be sure if he’s the guy in Morocco, what if he’s the guy in the Morocco?

And why could it him,. When he called me “mon belle” those days in Morocco he made me remember a guy in my dreams but the guy in my dreams was matured.

Although we heard the new of the one in Morocco passing we even attended the burial ceremony.

I should stop asking these questions and focus more on my future.

The more I think of the future the more my pasts pulls me back.

It’s like I need my past to move the future.

I was walking away from him, Belle holding my hand! The guy passed us with speed which neither me nor Belle could understand. He stood in front of us and said “Hannah it was your wish to see my face all those years now you seem like you’re not interested” he walked away

I was in shock, it has been so long since somebody calls me “Hannah”

This isn’t the name my parents gave me, but when I was around 3 years I told my nanny to call me Hannah because I felt like that was my name.

“Are you the one?” I asked but he was already going away from me

“What’s going on?” Belle shockingly asked

I muttered no word, I just stood there thinking about what’s happening. So much in one day...

My phone rung that brought me to the senses

“I need you to understand me, you aren’t shocked when I called you Hannah, why did you act all confused when I called you “Mon Belle” the familiar voice, I stood firm is he just the guy in my dreams I asked myself”?

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