??IN LOVE
WITH
A
TOMBOY ??
? (When a tomboy fall in love..)?
EPISODE 98&99
By:Shindara velvet .D.
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“Dad? I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I failed you. Sorry, Dad, I’m truly Sorry” Samantha kept crying. Her father sighed deeply and hugged her warmly.
“It’s fine. Sweetheart. It’s fine seriously” Mr Brooklyn whispered
“This is the 6th time already. Why am I this way? What did I ever do wrong?” She asked as her bitter tears flowed
“Trust me, It isn’t easy. It remained just a mark. Getting 399/500 ain’t no easy task. No way!. You tried, Darling. I can remember when you first took the exam. You got 105–His voice trailed off.
….Then the second was 195, The third was 205? The fourth went back to 202. The fifth was 315. Now, It’s 399. I’m proud of you. I’m really proud”
“Why would you be proud? You should be disappointed instead!I can’t even look at your face? I’m dying of embarrassment” She kept on crying. Her father looked at her and gave a fatherly sweet smile.
“Why won’t I be proud? I’ve never seen someone so brave in my life. Writing for the 6th time calls for bravery. Unlike others who do it, because they are desperate. But you were confident!. Verily, I’m proud of you, Mantha! I’m sure others are proud of you too” He looked around as the others all nodded. Her family were there, Including Elle and the Sky Boys.
Then, Samantha couldn’t come out from her room. She stayed there, avoiding the others, and crying her eyes out on the pillow. It had been days now. She was hungry, pale, sad and weak.
“Thank you, Dad” She hugged him again, tightly.
“I won’t force anything on you anymore. Now, Tell me what you really want to do” He whispered
“I don’t know, Dad” She adjusted her cap well which covered her hair.
“What do you love?” He asked
“Do what you love. I’m in total support” He added. Samantha smiled and looked at her mother who watched them in tears. Her mother smiled and nodded her head. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. Samantha sighed and walked to her mum.
“I’m sorry, Mum. You can nag at me all you want. I’m going to accept it–Her voice trailed off when she heard her mother burst into tears.
“You’re the best! You’re great! Where can I get a child like you! I’m thankful you are mine! Who said you didn’t do well? Take me there! I’m gonna nag and give them a hot quarell!” She yelled in tears. Samantha chuckled as tears flowed. She looked at Elle and smiled. She went to her and hugged her tightly. Giselle couldn’t help but cry.
“Don’t feel sad. Don’t lock yourself again! Don’t make me worry or scared. I love you, just know that” Elle whispered in tears.
“I was supposed to say that first. I love you more” She whispered back.
“Why is he being intimate with Giselle like he’s a girl? Well, Probably, their friendship is strong?” Newton thought as he watched on.
Samantha then walked to them, The Sky Boys. She bowed slightly and raised her head up. She smiled and felt her eyes tearing up again.
“Thank you for everything. You’ve been supportive. Thank you Brad,Thank you, Blaze. Thank you,….Newton” She smiled as the tears ran.
“My Softball!!!” Brad closed his face with his palms. Samantha chuckled and walked to Carly and Josh.
“My Smart Carly. I wish I was like you. Maybe, I could have gotten 499 instead?” Samantha smiled
Carly felt tears falling already.
“Don’t be childish. You were cool!” Carly gave her a thumbs up.
“Joshua!What do I have to say. Thank you for everything especially being my cool intelligent brother. At least, You aren’t like me. So dull!”
“Aiish! Don’t say that!” Josh whispered. Samantha laughed and looked at the ceiling.
“Malia? Hope I did well? “She whispered and felt a little cool breeze hit her face. She smiled and turned to her parents.
“Dad? Mum? I wanna tell you guys something in private”
Samantha looked at her parents who stared back at her. She cleared her throat and placed the pillow on her laps.
“Dad? Mum? I know what I love now” She whispered. Her parents looked at each other and then, back at her. They smiled warmly.
“What’s that sweetie?” Mrs Brooklyn asked
“I love being a Tomboy–