h4Chapter 240: Who Is This New Girl?/h4

    (Author’s POV)

    The night filled with horror from the past she was trying to neglect and what might happen in her future, the uncertainty kept Myra awake all throughout the night. At first, she was resolute that nothing could happen to her and her folks here in Esteria as it was thousands of miles away from Kimberg as well as Damona and Garry had promised her, he would hide her well and so far, he has lived up to his words.

    And even if any of the Everests had some business to attend in Esteria or thepliance of the people who wanted to kidnap her that day came to Esteria, it probably won’t be in Red Stone, right, right? At least, that was what she thought at first. Like, there can’t be such a coincidence. And from what she knew, only Elio and Nora were studying in colleges, all the other brothers have already finished their tertiary education. So, there wasn’t much of a chance from them toe face to face.

    But in the back of her mind, she kept having a feeling that something was definitely amiss. The nagging, unsettling feeling kept gnawing at her like a colony of ants were crawling on her body, it was ufortable.

    Like, why would she dream something like that in the first ce? It was unnerving for her. The vivid voice she heard inside that ckened nightmare, she knew she had heard it before but yet it felt like someone had altered it, distorted it somehow. She was confused by it all.

    Anyways, her mind was disrupted and so was her peace as well as her sleep. When it was nearly crack of dawn, Myra had already pushed herself out of bed. Her eyes had dark circles, her body weary and tired after the restless night.

    After freshening up a bit, she got into her jet ck high rise sports bra and rusty gray tights pairing them with her sable hued shoes and donning a back colored hoodie, she headed out.

    The house was noiseless, the only voice which Myra could hear was the wall clock’s tick ticking and her own steps. She treaded carefully downstairs, in order not to wake anyone up and got out of the house at once.

    The sky was clearing little by little as it was painted dark orange and a tinge of yellow but it was still pretty dark with most of it being covered in indigo. Plugging in her airdrops, she started her morning jog.

    As it was still early, the weather was chilly but refreshing. She was already feeling a bit better, humming in the tune of thetest song ’Golden’ as she enjoyed her walk. She wasn’t alone, few of the early birds, especially the students from sports department were up as well, doing their warm ups and stretches.

    One of them named Cassie, came towards her and tapped her shoulder, "You are up early today? What, didn’t got much sleep?"

    Myra unplugged one of her airdrops and looked at the person, answering, "Yeah, you are up too? It’s the weekend, hmm. You said, you wanted to sleep in for a bit."

    Cassie sighed wearily, as they ran side by side, "Don’t even make me start. There is this new girl that came that transferred to our department from Red Stone Business School. No, actually she hase on temporary basis."

    "And what of it," Myra inquired casually.

    "Though she looks like a sexy diva, but gosh man .... She is damn athletic, fit as a flea ..... and she is smart too," Cassie Whispers told Myra. "Every guy in our department has been flock around her, like she is some damn rose. Even Kevin seems enchanted by her."

    Myra chuckled lightly, "Pfftt ...... I get it, I get it. So, she yourpetition."

    Cassie scratched her right eyebrow, in embarrassment, not saying a word. Then she suddenly got excited and patted Myra’s shoulder, trying to get her attention, "Look ... that’s the transfer student I was talking about." She pointed at a girl who was doing stretching exercises in her navy hued long sleeved cape top and cross back bra pairing it with same colored, extremely tight, high waist yoga leggings. She was doing split straddle stretch, her already tight outfit tightening around her hips and private area even more.

    Almost all the guys present, were ogling at the girl with hitched breaths as she bent her upper body forward, her hips sticking out some more, like a plump peach.

    Cassie gritted her teeth and clenched her fists as she looked at her crush and childhood friend, Kevin, who too was amongst the swarm of bees, blushing and trying to get the girls attention by doing small talks.

    Myra looked at the person then shifted her gaze disinterestedly as Cassie went on, "Did you see that? How fixated Kevin is on that, Elisa Queens. Arghhh ... you go on Myra. I will have to get that idiot out of there, before that demon swallows him whole."

    "Hahaha .... Aren’t you being a bit too dramatic? Calling her a demon," Myra questioned her yfully.

    "You haven’t seen her tricks up close like I gave. She truly is a devil in sexy masquerade. Okay, time to save that stupid guy ... bye," Cassie departed as she sprinted towards the flock of people.

    Myra nced at the girl named Elisa Queens once again. She was smiling dazzlingly at some guy who was, maybe offering her, his bottle. Her cherry colored shoulder length curls waved softly as a gust of wind flew from the other side making her look mesmerizing. One thing what Cassie said was true about her, she truly was sexy as well as beautiful.

    The sky had cleared up by now as the sun was rising in its full glory. It gave Myrafort, a reassurance that just like the sky and the sun, every thing will clear up and shine bright. This period of uncertainty too shall pass.

    This walk has somehow lifted her spirits as she was about to trot back to her home but before going, she nced at Elisa’s direction one final time.

    But this time, something odd happened. The girl cherry head was looking at her with her charming sly smile ying on her lips, as Cassie pulled Kevin to the side. Myra, looked to her left and then to her right, trying to make sure that no one was behind her.

    Furrowing her brows, she gazed back at Elisa again and yes, she was indeed looking at her.

    Myra blinked several times, in confusion, ’Why is that new girl looking at me? Does she know me?’

    As if losing interest, Elisa shifted her gaze and chatted to some other guy as if she wasn’t staring at Myra on the first ce.

    But the same couldn’t be said about Myra. This left a bitter taste in her mouth as she felt creepy, ufortable. Her mood that had just been lifted was now back to being her previous uneasy self.

    Dispersing the creepiness, she walked straight back to her house. As soon as she entered the house, she saw William and Sandra preparing breakfast together while, Yelena was heading down, followed by Wendy.

    "Ohhh, did you go out for a jog?" Wendy inquired as she stifled a yawn and stretched her limbs.

    "Ummhmm~ ..... are you done with your project? Did you pull an all nighter again?" Myra asked as she walked towards the kitchen.

    "Ahaa ... I finished at around three thirty, maybe four. I didn’t check the time," Wendy scurried towards the couch and slumped on it, tiredly.

    "You should have slept some more, Wends," Yelena suggested.

    "I would have but ... today is cleaning day. I don’t want to left my tasks unattended," Wendy muttered as Myra gave her a lukewarm ss of water.

    As the Miracles were all busy with their jobs and own things during the week, so only basic cleaning could be done on normal days. The house was quite spacious so they all would deep clean it on weekends.

    After eating their breakfast’s and replenishing their energies, they all went about their respective tasks. William would scrub the bathrooms. Sandra would clean the living room and kitchen. Wendy’s task was to clean the bedrooms while Myra had to tidy the garden area.

    As this time Yelena was living with them as well, she took on the task of helping Sandra.

    Myra, took out her garden and cleaning tools, wore her gloves and went about her task. This was one thing she really looked forward to as it relieved her from stress and other disturbing thoughts and soothed her. She profoundly enjoyed it.

    As she pruned the nts for dead branches and leaves, a voice she was quite familiar with interrupted her, "Ohhh~ you look very focused when you do this. Do you like gardening so much?"

    She turned around to find Fabian wearing an off white polo t-shirt and brown wide pants. His hands were full with grocery bags.

    To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .