IS THIS JUST FANTASY

Introduction.

I was only thirteen when I was allowed to go on my own.

I was an orphan who knew nothing about her parents.

I grew up in an orphanage in las Vegas.

I was the joyful type and always cheerful but no one wanted to adopt me.

It was awkard that mo one wanted me and that broke my heart.

I watched as my playmates at the orphanage left me behind after finding a caring family.

One by one the people I grew up with left but I was not adopted.

When I clocked ten I had totally given up about ever getting a family so I took the orphanage as my only home as the Reverend sister, sister Helen loved and cared for us all so I could ask for nothing much more.

I started to learn baking which became my hobby and I sold out my pastries and cakes at the gate of the orphanage after school each day.

Sister Helen was happy with my work and took the bondage to save up my earnings from the baking I did for me.

When I turned thirteen she then gave me the money she had saved for me alongside with A little token from the freewill other sisters and herself from the orphanage gave and send me off to find a life for my self outside orphanage.

The money was kept in my account and was enough for me to secure myself through highschool and secure a life for myself.

I started highschool when I got to Miami.

The school was good and at first. But then I felt weird and unwelcomed but after some while I got new friends and started to enjoy highschool life.

When I was just fifteen and was in my first year in junior highschool I met my first love.

His name was Royce and he was a handsome sweet nineteen year old And final year highschool boy. He was from a wealthy family and belonged to one of the bad boy group of the school.

We became lovers and became the most popular couple in school that everyone adored us.

But I was barely sixteen when I discovered I was pregnant.

He was now in college and was now far from me.

It broke my heart and I was ashamed to show up in school anymore.

Royce suggested we go for an abortion but when I declined he supported me to keep the baby.

I stayed at home and attended online classes.

Royce will always come spend time with me and he was a loving boyfriend.

But all that turned sour when I was seven months gone. His parents were against us having the baby and gave me a huge sum to get rid of thw child once it was borned but I refused.

He became fade up and left me.

He left me and relocated after breaking up with me when I needed him most.

I spent days crying my eyes Out

But soon got myself together and worked out my life.

I gave birth to the most unusual child anyone has ever seen.

Chapter 1

Samantha was home as she scrolled down the screen of her phone.

She was at home when she was supposed to be at highschool.

It was the prom night of her set and although she was an online class student she ought to be there but how could she be there when she was too dwindled up with her online job and attending to Alice.

Alice was a smart ass kid three years old of age.

The kid was exceptionally smart for her age and behaves like a total adult.

She could talk when she was barely one and a half and started reading when she turned three.

She could draw and write at the age of three and it sometimes freaks Samantha out a lot.

But the doctor assured her she had a special type of child.

The young lady could feed herself unlike other kids her age and hates being called a kid.

She behaved like a total boy and was not te type to cry a lot.

And the most shocking thing about the girl was that she unlike other girls loved to play with toys but the young girl loved playing with cars and toys only boys would like.

Samantha had spent a lot of fortune of her money to purchase the young lady a set of toy classic cars. For models like Bugatti, and sport jeep.

The girl had an obnoxious dre of owning a car brand when she gets older which Samantha finds funny and off.

As she scrolled down her phone she could see updates of the prom party from the school blog.

The party looked lavishing and a thing to die for but what could she do? She had to stay home and keep Alice company in case she needs anything.

"Momma! Can I have another set of metal work for my car building?"

Alice's voice sliced in through her thoughts in a fluent voice too smart for a kid her age.

Samantha dropped the phone down.

"Now what Alice? Building cars now?"

Samantha asked.

The young pretty girl smacked the marker she had with her on her chin and folded her arms looking at Samantha.

"I've planned to build my own model car. I've been working on it for quiet some days now mom and I planned to make it the most expensive car in the market then."

The girl said as Samantha rolled her eyes already used to the girls attitude and smartness.

"Oh. You mean toy cars?"

Aurora asked trying to get the girl off the idea.

"Why dont you go study on your homework?"

She added trying to drive the girl away cause she knew she would be loosing another hundreds of dollars if the young lady stayed.

"You know you dont have to ask me that. I'm done with that since three hours ago so could you please get me equipments I need Samantha Davis?"

Alice asked.

Samantha knew there was nothing she could do anymore.

"Ok ok. Ill get them. Now can you let me have some peace?"

Samantha said in a defeated tone while raising her hands up in a surrender manner.

"Thanks momma. Here's the list. I'll need them for tomorrow. I'll be in my study if you decide to get them today."

Alice said flipping her hair as she walked away back to were she came from.

"You won't be the end of me Alice."

Aurora groaned as she saw the list in her hands.

She then threw it into her handbag as she took back her phone and continued scrolling through the pages of the blog.

"Soo Kristy got the prom queen. Hmm who could me more suitable"

She grumbled as she took a bite from the cup cakes she had besides her.

"Its pass your bed time Sam!"

She heard Alice's timid voice from the her room.

"Shut up young Lady. I'm gonna screw you if you dont shut up and get to bed."

Samantha yelled after her as she got back to her phone.

"No cussing in my house adult"

Samantha heard the young girl shouted again and she kept groaning.

"Damn you Royce!"

She snapped and ruffled her hair.

Samantha walked into the biggest fashion company in the whole of Los Angeles.

She had recently moved to that city with her now ten years old Alice after she has received a call from the fashion company for a job interview.

She was more than happy that she was given an opportunity to work with them and was sure to give in her best.

"Welcome miss. Are you miss Samantha Davis?"

A man in suite said as soon as he spotted her.

"Thanks sire. Please I'm here for the final interview could you please take me to the manager herself?"

Samantha asked.

"Follow me."

They walked for some time before coming tot the elevator which took them to the managers office immediately.

The man knocked gently on the door and a soft voice ushered the in.

"You may go in ma"

The man said and turned to leave.

"My job is done here. Good luck miss"

"Thanks so much sire"

Samantha replied.

'God I need this job for me and Alice please grant it to me."

She prayed as she went inside.

"Good day ma."

She greeted gently.

"Plewsse have a seat miss"

The young manager replied her as she wrote something down on a sheet.

"Here are my qualifications and credentials"

Samantha stretched her hands giving the file she had to the manager.

The manager collected it and went through them.

"So you have a bachelors degree in food and nutrition. You also took a sub division part time class in modeling and fashion design, your 26, and a single mom!"

The manager said the last part with utter surprise.

"Yes ma'am"

Auora replied.

"But your body shape says no! No one will believe you 26 and have ever given birth. Your body shape is intact and you have a tiny waist fit for a model. But there's also one thing that surprises me in your detail miss. Your an orphan?"

The manager asked and the question itched samantha like a nail.

"I was brought up in an orphanage. No one knew who my parents were, dead or alive so it practically makes me an orpahn."

Samantha explained.

"Oh. I'm sorry to have brought that up dear. How did you take care of a a baby alone and also your expenses?"

The manager asked.

"Well miss. Alice is a totally different kind of kid. She is ten and acts like a complete adult. Plus she hates being called a kid. She just got enrolled into a junior high school sophomore year at the age of ten. Normal kids would only be there when they are thirteen if fourteen manager."

Samantha explained happy to talk about her pretty daughter.

"Please call me Amy. We can't be friends instead of boss and employee dont you think?"

The manager who was miss Amy Santiago said.

"Dies that means I'm employed manager... Ermn. Sorry Amy?"

Samantha stuttered not believing her ears.

"You are. Welcome to Crystal fashion intl."

Amy smiled and handed her back her crudentials.

"Oh thank you thank you! You dont know what this means to me. Thank you Amy."

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Samantha was so happy as she rode back home in cab.

Getting employed in crystal fashion was a thing to die for. And her position as a fashion model for the company and also the face of the company came with a brand new sport car. The latest model.

Miss Amy had said she would ask someone to deliver it to her house as she couldn't drive.

It was really a joyous moment for samantha Davis but the scene she met at home was something shocking.

There were lines of luxurious cars packed up in front of her apartment.

They would be more than ten of she counted it and the cars seemed like they belong to some rich folks but what she didn't understand was what it was doing in front of her house.

As she got down from the car and approached her apartment.

She could see Alice standing in front of the porch talking with a man dressed in suites with dark sun glasses on.

She quickly hastened up and approached the man and the ten year old girl who was talking and motioning with her hands like a grown up business lady.

"Oh hey Sam. Thank goodness your back. They're here for me. This is Mr Sanchez representative of the Dixon stallion international limited."

Alice said timidly.

"Hello sir. To what do I owe this visit?"

Samantha asked.

There where other men in suites standing besides him arms folded.

"If you dont mind Mrs Davis could we please step inside?"

The man Mr Sanchez asked.

"Oh sure"

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" what!!!!!"

Samantha yelled and almost fainted after reading the document in her hands.

"I don't quiet get this document. Could you please explain more?"

Samantha said panting heavily.

"This miss, is a contract document. One of my employees happened to come across this designs of cars and engines that no one has ever designed before on the internet. The designer was anonymous and the designs were really great and could be made into a car model which would fetch a huge sum of dollar in the car Market if made into a car.

It took us more than a year to track down the owner of the designing blog an in turned out to be you daughter miss. I must say she is really talented and one of a kind.

I dont want to miss such talented software designer to other car companies so this dicument is an emoyment document for your daughter.

We would like her to work for us. She would create car software designs and models for us and then we would make them into a car which would partly be named after her."

Mr Sanchez took time to explained.

"Sir. Are you aware this kid is ten years old and a student. How will she corp?"

The frightened samantha asked.

"That's sorted out miss. She would only report to work in Mondays and then she can't stay at home and create the car designs from home. We have with us a signing amount of thirty million dollars, ten of the equisive cars of the top brand, a five block mansion in this city and also one in Miami beach if she signs with us then all of these will be hers."

Mr Sanchez said and samantha couldn't believe it to be real anymore as she was sweating prefusely before fainting on the couch where she was seated.

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