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“How’s my little Princess doing?”
It was about 7:25 am in the morning, when her father had called. Amani had awoken 2 hours ago and had finished cleaning up her usual morning routine- clean her room, do her bed, and at least 30-45 minutes of Pilate. She had just finished taking a shower and was about to eat breakfast when her phone
had buzzed with the familiar ringtone she had assigned to her father.
"She’s doing fine, just missing all of you, Wyndham is not the same without you guys " Amani had said as she put on her green skirt, laying down on her bed.
phone call
“That’s why I told you to go to school closer to us. There’s nothing for you in Wyndham,” At that Amani had rolled her eyes. She was in Wyndham for a reason, because though, she did love her family, it was far away from them and their ‘nature’. It was hard to truly get privacy in the Monet household , especially due to the fact Amani was the youngest who was once very…un well and she would rather live her college life away from all that
"Almost everyone we know goes here, " Amani pointed out," “Francis, Marium and Atticus also went here, it’s a good school.” Although it does have it’s problems.
“But you’re different,” Amani could tell her father was perhaps smiling from behind the phone, his voice softening. "“I actually love you,” Amani couldn’t help but to laugh at that, she had asked what about the rest of his children, and he had told her that what they don’t know won’t hurt them. “Don’t tell the others I said this,” he added quickly, a smile evident in his voice. “I can’t wait for the holidays and for you to come home.”
“Speaking of home,” Amani said, her voice turning serious, “how’s Azriel been?He’s not been picking up my calls.”
“Lately we’ve been busy,” Her father said.
“Is it about the wedding?”
“Ah, yes, the wedding…” He trailed off, a hint of hesitation in his voice .“I’ll tell you when you get home. I love you.”
Before she could respond, he hung up, leaving Amani to fling her phone onto her bed in exasperation. Her fingers combed through her hair, a futile attempt to smooth both her frustration and the tangled mess of her thoughts. Perhaps she should try talking to Francis or Atticus. If there was a secret they were keeping from her, Marium would certainly remain tight-lipped, and Atticus, too, though his kindness might make him more persuadable. Francis would talk, but it would come at a price, likely demanding she return home, which she wasn’t ready to do. Not yet. Besides, if Azriel wasn’t answering his phone, she doubted her siblings would be available either—they were all apparently preoccupied.
She needed a distraction, something to divert her from the gnawing suspicion. Maybe something fun, or someone. With a sigh, Amani grabbed her phone from where she had thrown it, her fingers quickly punching in her password. Scrolling through her contacts, she hesitated over Jesse’s name, her hand hovering for a moment. Instead of calling, she opted for a different approach. Tossing her phone aside, she reached for a comb and ran it through her hair with deliberate strokes, each pass through the strands giving her a semblance of control.
Shoes on, she made her way to Jesse’s dorm room, unannounced. The hallways were quiet, echoing her footsteps as she walked with purpose. Reaching Jesse’s door, she paused for a moment, collecting herself before knocking. The door opened and Amani had smiled, “I was hoping you would be here,” That was the first thing Amani had said, as she leaned against the doorframe. “Been a while since we’ve seen each other, has it not?”
ok this is mid, like very mid buti I had 0 idea what I was doing, and it was me going with vibes so I’m sorry but here
@novella - jesse 