Chapter 8 Ms. Wilson


    "Ms. Bisson it''s time to wake up," I heard simr to my rm. I groan.


    "I don''t wanna," I replied in a childless tone. My face showing a pout.


    "Ms. Bisson the nended thirty minutes ago, Mr. Carter has being waiting for you in his car." That


    brought me back reality. I took off my sses and rubbed my sleepy eyes. I reluctantly stand up and


    grap my bags. I looked at the airhostess that was straddling Carter. I cut my eyes and mummer


    "Pathetic," enough for her to hear. I quickly came out of the Private ne.  I didn''t care if she heard me.


    Who straddles someone in front of people? She''s  aplete bitch.


    I saw a ck Mercedes. The windows were down and a set of emarld eyes staring at me. I entered the


    car on the opposite side. As soon as I entered the car the chauffeur, start the engine. I sat across from


    Cater. He had all his attention of his phone, texting away. He was obviously trying to avoid a


    conversation with me. I followed and took out my phone along with my earphones.


    Chris Brown-Love More ft Nicki Minaj starts ying. I love Rap mix with R&B, I loved music. It is my


    escape from this cruel world. Music takes me a ce free of worries. All my problems cease to exist


    when I listen to music.


    In my teens, I was a street dancer, secretly of course in the real world I was a nerd. I love the danger


    that came with dancing. I loved when cops will run us down in the park. I loved dancing itself. That was


    my secret not even my sister knew about it. I told her I spent time at the library and she believed. She


    never entered in the library to see if I was telling the truth because she was too popr to be caught in


    a library. At that time of my life I was a secret rebel. I didn''t dance as often as I did as a teen. That


    reminds me, today was Wednesday, I was an assistance dance teacher for Carlos dance studio. I


    search my contracts and call him, I got voice mail so I left a message.


    "Carlos, I won''t be able to make today or any other day for some time. I''m in Los Angeles. Tell the


    kids I said hi," I said in Spanish. "I''ll miss you my friend. Thanks for your help. Bye." I ended the call.


    Carlos is the closest friend I had after my sister and I didn''t let anyone else in. Carlos was gay best


    friend and also best friend. He is Hispanic and some was my step father, Henrique. Carlos was one of


    the rebels I hang out with back in Las Vegas. He moved to New York two years before I did and we met


    up back in a coffee shop. I smiled as I remember the encounter.


    "You know emo girls where never my type I just simply prefer girls with red-hair." I heard the voice


    behind me said. I quickly turned around, to see who was brave enough to tell me I was emo. A nerd


    yes, but emo? Nope, not at all.


    "Carlos," I was shocked to see my gay friend in front me. I hugged him immediately and heughed.


    He quickly release me and took a seat in the empty spot around my table. I followed and sit.


    "Where is the red head I used to know? " He asked mentioning to my hair.


    "Yea, I kind of dyed it," I replied. I dyed my hair so I wouldn''t look like my twin who had broke my


    heart.


    "No shit Sherlock," he said. I rolled my eyes.


    I stared out the tainted windows of the Mercedes. I continue staring that until I saw the car being turned


    into a mansion. It was of cream color, it was the most beautiful ce I''d everid eyes on.


    I looked across and I saw sand then my eyes caught the sea. Wow, not only was this home beautiful, It


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    was also close to sea. This ce is a paradise.


    The Chauffeur parked outside the mansion. He came out of the car in  haste. I made my way to opened


    the car, but the chauffeur opened it for me, he gave me a smile. I returned it, and said, "Thank you,"


    Carter came behind me but didn''''t say  thanks to the driver. He made his way to door and I followed


    slowly behind him. I saw him press the doorbell. Why did he do that? Weren''t we at his ce?


    The door opened and ady in a te uniform opened the door. She has faded grey hair. She had a


    smile on her face. "Good afternoon,  Mr. Carter." She turned and then she saw me. Her face showed


    an immediate growl and the smiled disappeared. With that reaction I knew she didn''t like me, he must


    have told her about my sister. "Good afternoon, Ms. Bisson."


    I offered her a light smile. "Hi,.."


    "My name is Cynthia Wilson, but you''ll address me as Ms. Wilson. Please follow me and I''ll take you to


    where you''ll be staying."


    "Okay," I lightly said taking up my luggage that the chauffeur left at my feet. Ms. Wilson is as scary as


    her boss is.