Smug [Hey, what can I do for you?]Marcel finally replies after long minutes of silence. It was the only text that he replied among the numerous piles of texts on his handle.Jenner on the other hand was quite relieved by Marcel's reply. The date must come to pass, for her it was largely on business purpose hence she will treat it as a business trip or event. Marcel's compliance would go a long way in helping her sudden rejuvenated platform.Jenner Dicker@Bee [Sir, please I want to thank you for your kindness and support today. Please can you do me the favor of knowing your name]Smug [My name, that, I want to keep a secret at least for now, just know me as Smug]JennerDicker@Bee [ok sir, please when will be free? I will like you to take me out for a date]This text came after long minutes of thought. She tried very hard, in the best way possible, to relate her wish to Marcel without sounding awkward and stupid. Sadly she just sounded like one. Marcel laughed out so loud, eno
Marcel departed from the estate and promptly hailed a taxi to attend school. Due to unforeseen circumstances, he was running behind schedule and arrived after the commencement of class."Mr Audrey, traffic or late alarm bell?" The gentle looking lecturer asks Marcel as he attempts to sneaks into the classroom"Neither ma" He replies as he takes his favorite position "Curious, the lecturer asks, 'Then what was the reason for your tardiness?'" "It is a rather lengthy story, ma'am,I apologize for my inadequacy"Smiling, she remarks, "Indeed, it seems so."The class erupts in laughter, causing Marcel to smile despite being aware of the reason behind their amusement. He overhears them discussing the events that occurred on the Desperate Chicks platform.Attempting to restore order, Mrs. Nancy insists, "Please, everyone, quiet down!" She is aware that the sudden disruption was related to Choley's activities the previous night. She remembers feeling sympathy for Marcel, the unfortunate bo
"Watch it boy!" A cab driver yells from his car as he nearly bumped into a twenty-two years old boy who is riding a bicycle. The boy appears very good and skillful with the bike, so good that he should be in a bike racing competition.Behind and in front of his bikes were some old and rusty looking equipments, one could tell from his uniform that he is a maintenance guy under the famous company, "Alaska Runies" which was bodily written on the back of his stained blue coloured outfit. He swerves himself in between cars infuriating the drivers who always yells continuously. In the busy road of New York, every morning this lad always poses a menace to drivers and road officers.In all this he drives the bike so happily like a kid who was gifted a Christmas gift from Santa himself. On reaching the less busy street of New York, Texas street where the well do individuals inhabit he slowed down as he joyfully greets some familiar passersby who often ignored him. He was conspicuously elated,
Marcel couldn't believe his eyes as he deliberately closed it and opened it hoping that it was just a dream. Calories of energy flushed away from his body in a milliseconds and his once cute blue eyes became pale and dim. Sadness and anxiety were written all over his face as a huge transformation occurred in seconds. "Choley why?" He mumbles weakly as his confidence crumbles. He was lost of words as he beholds his so called girlfriend, Choley Ganner lurking lips romantically with the handsome and rich Lancelot Gilmore, the self proclaimed prince of the Bermuda Triangle (The Bermuda Triangle is a collective name/slang used for the three top neighboring universities in New York. They include Maryland University, Stocklore University and Bridgetown University).Marcel Audrey trembles while the crowd applauds the beautiful couple whose proposals were viewed live around every social media platform. To everyone it is a perfect match made in heaven. A prince and a princess, what else could
"You're gone Marcel, mark my words" Lancelot threatens on seeing bruises that emanate from his face due to Marcel's punch on his face."Wake up! Wake up boy!" A man in uniform harshly wakes Marcel upHe was sweating profusely as it dawned on him that those words of Lancelot were dreams but funny enough those were actually his last words as Marcel was being dragged out during their brawl yesterday."Get up boy" The policeman said as he hit his weapon on the iron bar of the cell where Marcel was. Marcel weakly got hold of himself since he has not taken in any food substance since yesterday.He was taken to the counter and right there he met Mr Gilmore who was surrounded by some men, probably his guards. Marcel fidgeted before him, his fear got the better of him as he pleaded for forgiveness before the mute rich man. His pleas were nothing, it was like pouring tears on a stone. Mr Gilmore's heart was bitter and hardened as he condemned Marcel. He hated the fact that a piece of crap did
Marcel was benumbed as he gapes like a moron with his eyes bulged out. He wasn't really sure of what he heard earlier from the man but in a way he felt kind of relaxed."Sorry sir but I don't get" Marcel asks in an unsure tone. He wasn't sure if he was in the right position to ask questions."Don't my Lord, please don't call me 'sir', I'm nothing but a loyal servant of yours" The man replied in a humble tone.Marcel was taken aback by the man's sheer humility or should he call it a prank but which wealthy fella will have time to crack jokes with a poor lad like him."Sorry but I think you're mistaking me for someone else" He said skeptically"No, you're Marcel Audrey aren't you?""Marcel Audrey, yeah I'm" He replied impulsively, at this instant he wasn't sure if his name was really Marcel Audrey."Forgive my impromptu manner, my name is Dr Phil and these are my colleagues who are loyal to you sir. Forgive me sir but I think you need an urgent medical treatment and perhaps after that y
It was a sizzling morning, one of those mornings that people pray to wake up and see.It was already a few minutes past nine in the morning, the day appeared very bright and beautiful but it appeared darker to Marcel who lay lifeless like a log of wood. "Is this heaven?' He asks himself as he tries to open his eyes. 'No it can't be, even God will reject me' He thought to himself. He was left alone to the eerie and ominous silence of a strange looking environment which really looked like a palace to him.He forcefully opened his eyes and instantly he felt light and pain free. He cautiously and fearfully tried to raise his hand and to his surprise he raised it properly fine. He checked the other limbs but this time less careful and once again everything appeared fine. The only pain that he felt at this point in time was a strange pain that emerged from his head although it wasn't that much.Relieved he wanted to get himself up but noticed that some hospital equipment was attached to
Marcel entered while Dr Phil and the other two men left. He wasn't sure of the adjective to qualify the apartment. From outside it appeared average in size but here it appeared like a different house in another house. The apartment was duly arranged ranging from the study room to the bar to the bedroom. It was like every detail mattered. He can swear that no dirt or microorganism has ever graced the apartment."It is good to see you again boy, you have grown into a man since the last time I saw you"The gruesome voice of an unseen figure said.This jolted Marcel who looked around the room to see who was speaking but mysteriously he couldn't see any. He wasn't sure on what to reply or do hence he kept mute."Is alright son, don't be afraid, I know that feeling, I felt the same way the first day I was introduced to this fam.., ehm well to whatever you can call it""Ok sir but where are you, I can't see anyone here" Marcel replied with a shaky voice as he trace the direction where the