Dear Missy Novels & Stories

I wasn’t interested in fangirling over my childhood bully. “Miss Allen, may I ask what you’re talking about for the past 10 minutes with miss Haynes?” Our teacher Mrs Smith mentally sending daggers to Ginger. She was furious. Her face reddened with anger and the red dress she was wearing wasn’t even helping either. I looked at Ginger and saw her face lose all colour. Come on Ginger make up some excuse. “uh..” great, she’s dead. “hmm, I’m waiting.” Ginger shifted in her seat. She looked like she wanted to pee herself.

"You really went too far this time. Did you know the doctor said Winona's injury was very serious? She almost..." "I didn't push her!" I forced back my tears! Why did he not believe me? Cameron became furious when he heard my denial. "It's alright, Hazel, I forgive you. I know you're angry that I stole our father's love, which is why you did something dangerous. It's okay." Winona appeared in the doorway, her face pale. "Cameron said you fainted. Are you alright? I brought your favorite apple pie! Cameron, could you get a glass of orange juice? Apple pie and orange juice are Hazel's favorite combination."

The two continued chatting for a little bit more until Cyril decided to finally leave to meet Clarice. *** “Ugh! That guy… He’s not going to ditch me again, does he?” A young lady in her twenties muttered as she stared at the cup of tea that was just served to her. She has shoulder-length brown hair and wears a cream-colored hairpin on the left side of her head. She appears to be an office lady and was out here in the to have a break from her work. “I’m really going to strip and tie him up if he does it again!”

MARISSA The moment I stepped out of the car, I smiled. “Mrs. Paula!” I called out. The older woman looked up from the flowerbed, squinting at first, then her face lit up as recognition dawned. “Oh dear… Marissa!” she exclaimed, waving her hands excitedly. I walked toward her and crouched down, opening my arms. “Mrs. Paula, I missed you so much.” She laughed warmly, pulling me into a hug. “My dear child, you don’t come around these days. You’ve been too busy becoming a big woman.”

Hope touched her cheek with her small hand, innocently worried. "I... I'm a little embarrassed to order an ice cream..." Missy swallowed hard, batting her eyes in a way that she knew went straight to the heart of not only her husband, but everyone else's. your children - Could it be... That the two of us could ask together? she asked gently, truly hopeful.

Her little hands go still. She blinks up at me. “Hi.” My throat tightens. “Hi.” “This is Missy,” Camile says, casually sipping her tea. “She’s three. Her favorite color is purple. She hates peas. And she thinks the moon follows her when she walks outside.” I can’t look away. Missy. Missy. The name thuds through my chest like a heartbeat. Camile lets the silence stretch before adding, “She also has your laugh. And your ears.”

“That’s it. Just keep walking back and forth, sweetie. And don’t forget to keep your body straight.” Pepper gestured her hands to her own body as she instructed. Valentine nodded aggressively. She sighed then a shiver came to her, causing her to shrug her shoulders. “Sweetie, you, on the sofa,” Pepper spoke as she pointed her finger at Missy. “What’s your name?” Missy tucked her phone in to the pocket of her jeans as she widened her eyes at Pepper, trying to wake herself up from her sleepy state. “Who? Me?”

She smiles and shrugs. "You were right... You hit the nail on the head and I needed to hear it. So many people have told me over the years, but they were too close to the situation. I didn't feel like I was getting an honest opinion, but... You don't know me. You don't know my family, but you could still see. You could see through my bullshit," Missy says with a smile and I smile back before dropping her on the bed. I climb over her while keeping my weight solely on my non-broken arm.