CROWNED by Gui Mwamba (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📖

CHAPTER ONE

 

              NEVER FALL IN LOVE

"Morning, Jesus, morning birdies. First of all, Jesus, I say thank you for protecting me last night.

 

"...Furthermore, you protect my mama and my best friends that I'm going to meet at school.

 

"...Continually, I'm just an African Native American Girl, and my skin color doesn't bother me at all because we all were creat in your image.

 

"...Well, I just pray to you to protect me from wicked friends and lead me to the best new friends who believed in You.

 

 "...And well, I guess I already met them, well I just want You to protect them and me. In your mighty name, I prayed. Amen." Dove prayed. 

 

 "As she said, this is Dove Naamvidya. She is the eighteen years old African-Native-American girl.

 

Furthermore, she is in her senior in high school who just came decades ago in Washington, Dc away from her devious uncle who wants nothing but the throne.

 

Murdering her papa in his sleep after feeding him a poisonous drink, and the next person was her and her mother.

 

 However, both of them escape before he would start another sinister plot of finishing the last blood lineage of his older sister.

 

Furthermore, I'm just an author, narrator, and the male protagonist, although it is a marvelous story about her.

 

She was born in America, but after she turned three, they went back to India for her grandpapa's funeral.

 

Her mother to be crowned as the queen of India until that fateful day, which always haunts Dove." Narrator paused.

 

"Darn it! Why am I struggling with this?" Shouted Dove. "Yep, my dearly best friend, that's sucks.

 

And it would be better if you just giving-ah!" I gulped. "Silent, you!"  Dove growled.

 

 "Alright-alright, sheesh, it seems like someone wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.

 

However, cheer up my dearly princessa. What do you say?" Narrator asked.

 

"Yeah, um, whatever!" She mumbled. "Thank you very much and almost forgot, Mrs. Naamvidya and Miss Grumpy came here yesterday on September 8th, 2020.

 

 And it seems like she's not used to this kind of living environment- whoa!" Narrator cried.

 

"Enough, chit-chat, and leave me alone, Mr. Narrator." Mrs. Naamvidya snapped.

 

"Oh my, not you too!"  Narrator signed. "Yes, me too. No quiet up there, please?" She begged.

 

 "Or I will shut it for you if you don't!" Mrs. Naamvidya snarled.

 

 "Okay-okay, jeez, I will be quiet." Narrator gulped. 

CHAPTER TWO

           DOVE'S WORST CRUSH

"As I was saying. Dove came that morning on her third week of school. Remember she came here on September 8th and we are on 10.

 

Dove was walking in the hallway of her high school called Washington Metropolitan High School, where she met her almost new best friends.

 

Continually, I am a...um, never mind you know will soon found out.

 

She walked up to her locker to grab some of her notebooks when her friends walked up to her.

 

Furthermore, Dove always marches with her Holy Bible in her hands, which makes her a laughingstock and loser, yet she's positively intelligent to get A-plus in all of her classes."

 

"Morning, Dove, how are you doing today? Was the beginning of your class yesterday was great?" Both greeted.

 

"Morning, Elle, and Rehab, my best friends. And I am positively good, " Dove excited.

 

 "Yeah, right yesterday, you were walking like a zombie. What's wrong with you and stop lying!" Narrator shouted. 

 

"Ouch, hey, what was that? And stop throwing fruits at me!"  Dove growled.

 

 "No, can do, Dove. Get me if you can. Oh, my, I am up here, and you're down there.

 

So it would be better if you just zip and put it in your locker. And focus on your best friends before the bell rings, Miss Smartypants." Narrator scoffed.

 

"Elle and Rey were just dying of laughter, watch the argument between the Narrator and Dove fighting to one another back and forth.

 

Man, it was embarrassing and shameless!" Narrator added. 

 

"Ha-ha, man, you should see you two." Elle laughed. "What do you mean, Elle?" Dove asked. 

 

 "Well, you and the Narrator. And it seems like you are a good couple; just stop arguing and married already!" Rey giggled.

 

"No way!" Both roared. "Dove Naamvidya, she is a loser and out of my league!" Narrator snapped.

 

"That's right, Narrator, and I am too stunning to be in your league," Dove added.

 

"Oh, speak to yourself, Dove!" Narrator replied. "I am not talking to you, um."

 

 "Fine then suit yourself, hmph," Dove said. "Elle and Rey Cross exchange as they look at each other and then broke in laughter.

 

 And it is true that she and I or meant to be I trust me I will never fall in love." Narrator said.

CHAPTER THREE

              CAN'T HOLD THE LOVE NO MORE

"OK, Elle and Rey, we need to rush to class before the bell ring." Dove reminded.

 

"Oops, right, come on, girls. Let's go!" Rey excited. "All three of the girls began to march quickly towards their first period.

 

"Dove was very distracted and wasn't watching where she was heading unless she meets her worst nightmare.

 

Well, you know what I mean? Dove crushed into the hottest and cute young man by the name of Danka 'Dan' Kushida, a Native American guy.

 

After that, she collapsed flats on her bottoms as she watched everyone's eyes staring at her."

 

"Hey, Naamvidya, I guess you should be watching where you are heading.

 

"Who knows, I probably don't want to break you into little- ouch!" Dan screeched.

 

"Well, because I threw it a rotten tomato at her as every student laughed at him and her.

 

"Oh, silent, Mr. Heartless. Dove Naamvidya and her friends are the ones who supposed to go in first.

 

 Have you forgotten ladies first?" Narrator shouted. "Yeah, whatever, Narrator!" Dan scoffed.

 

"Ouch. How rude, Kushida, and here Dove lets me help you,"  Narrator answered.

 

"After that, the Narrator's hand came from the ceiling and gave Dove a hand.

 

All three of the girls went straight in class almost immediately.

 

Continually, Dove was beginning to fall in love with Kushida, yet Dan didn't seem like to be engaging in Dove.

 

 Dan was sitting in front of her, as Dove astonished by his stunning charms.

 

Eww, that's gross, but anyhow I don't believe Kushida will ever fall in love with such a loser like Naamvidya, and I knew that's the fact." Narrator said.

 

 "Miss Naamvidya, stop being distracted and focus up here. I mean, how long will you keep drooling on your desk like that?" Ms. Sermon growled.

 

"Everybody is broken in laughter as they stare at Dove. "Ouch, that's might sting.

 

Well, you see what happened, Dove, when you stare at Mr. Heartless?

 

And look, you are already beginning to fall in with him." Narrator panicked. 

 

 "Oh my, God, you're right, Mr. Narrator. I think I should tell Kushida my feelings," Dove thundered.

 

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Kushida disgusted. "Nothing." Dove gulped. 

CHAPTER FOUR

DOES HE LOVE ME OR NOT?

"No, no, you lied. Did I just heard you clearly saying that you have feelings for me?" Kushida asked.

 

"Hmph, um...yes. Do you have a problem with that, Kushida?" Dove stammered.

 

"Yes, Naamvidya, I don't like you. I hate you-hate you, Dove! I don't deserve you a bit!" Dan roared.

 

"And why you don't love me if I may ask?" Dove asked. "Oh, boy, here comes Dove's worst nightmare." Narrator signed. 

 

 "Well, I don't love you because you are ugly duckly, a commoner, and smell like rotten eggs.

 

It would be better if you put some perfume on. My parents are wealthy, and they wouldn't love me to marry a pool girl like you. Now beat it!" Kushida growled.

 

"Ouch, that's must sting, Kushida. I tell you you will regret this." Narrator signed.

 

"I don't care, Narrator!" He shouted. "But your parents would care, and they care for you to have a woman in your life.

 

Whether it is a poor or a wealthy girl," Narrator added. "Kushida just scoffed as usual.

 

And Dove don't cry please because someone better his coming for-!" Narrator gulped.  

 

"Enough! Narrator, please. And you, Kushida, do you think that I am ugly duckling?

 

Besides, you just say that I seem like a poorly commoner, and I smell like rotten eggs?" Dove sobbed.

 

"While everyone broke laughter at her hard, Dove became humiliated before her friends and her classmates." Narrator noted.

 

"Yes, I did. What are you going to do, Miss Native American? Are you going to cry to your mommy?" Kushida asked.

 

 "Kushida! Enough!" Ms. Sermon squealed. "Dove stood up and ran out of the classroom in tears towards the exit." Narrator noted. 

 

"Miss Naamvidya, wait." She called. "Please come back, ugh!" However, Ms. Sermon was too late because Dove was already at the exit of the classroom as the rest of Dove's class laughed. 

 

 "Heartbroken Dove's friends ran towards her because the bell rang before Ms. Sermon would afflict her wrath on, Dan.

 

 Dove Naamvidya, was sitting on the bench alone outside crying when her friends walked up to her." Narrator responded.

 

"Hey!" Elle greeted. "Hi. And what are you doing here?" Dove asked. "We are your best friends, aren't we?" Elle asked.

 

"Yes, sure," Dove murmured.

 

 

CHAPTER FIVE