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    Call Me Mora
    Call Me Mora
    Call Me Mora
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    Call Me Mora

    By Cachline Etienne

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    Things aren’t always what they seem...Mora has never been the social type. In fact, she enjoys being invisible and out of the limelight. With a scholarship to maintain, Mora’s goal for the year is to stay out of trouble, get good grades and maybe, just maybe catch the eye of her long-time crush Stefano.

    When Mora miraculously catches the eye of Stefano, everything begins to change. Soon, she’d introduced to a world of friends, partying and glamour. With her newfound popularity Mora’s confidence bursts through the roof and for the first time, she’s enjoying her newfound attention.

    Mora soon discovers that there’s a price for everything. Trapped in a web of lies, betrayal and hurt, Mora soon learns that everything isn’t always as they seem.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCachline Etienne
    Release dateJun 30, 2019
    ISBN9780463714829
    Call Me Mora
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    Cachline Etienne

    Cachline Etienne is an Author, Poet and Artist born in the Bahamas. Her first book, a series of poems titled Stories Untold was published early 2018. To-date, Cachline is the author of eight published books. She writes in multiple genres, however her main/go-to genre is young adult fiction. Other notable genres are poetry and most recently, romance. Cachline's romance works are and will continue to be published under the pen name C. Etienne.​When asked, Cachline expresses that she writes to draw awareness and that her stories are not always tales of happiness. At any giving chance, Cachline advocates for love and equality. In her spare, Cachline prefers to read, write and paint. It is through reading; she discovered her love for Writing. Currently, Cachline Etienne is a Psychology major at the University of Bahamas. After university, Cachline plans to continue writing throughout her career.

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      Call Me Mora - Cachline Etienne

      Chapter 1

      I am convinced that I had pissed someone off in my past life and is now paying for my wrong deeds. It seems that almost everything I do results in some type of failure. Take for instance me winning the international spelling competition in the seventh grade. I had spelt every word correctly and the crowd went absolutely crazy, I was the first person to ever win a spelling bee competition in our school district. Somehow on my way down the stage, I managed to trip over an eraser resulting in a broken trophy and a broken wrist. After that the screaming grew louder, most of it was coming from me.

      Today is Monday and that meant waking up early. For the first time since the semester started, I arrived in history class early; only to find the class almost empty with no teacher in sight. As much as I love school, university life was not going well for me. I hate this place; I hate the smell of bitterness that lingers in the air and the cloud of depression that seems to hang over everyone head. For some reason, I found that almost everyone I knew hated this class. The professor, a short, fat man with a sharp tongue and ruthless insults, didn't make it hard to dislike his class.

      Glancing at the clock I see that our lecturer is fifteen minutes late, I squirm in my chair annoyed by the fact that I’m not doing anything of importance. Slowly I let my eyes drift over to his seat, he isn't here yet.

      For the last fourteen years, I’ve had a crush on him, I would do anything to catch his attention. To my dismay, he shows absolutely no interest in me. In fact, he only ever spoke one word to me. I still remember the first time I met him, he was a vision in those dark blue shorts and a blue and red checkered shirt. He had a strange smile. It was something between a smile and a frown, but when he directed it towards me, I remember feeling a burning sensation in my checks before returning him a full-blown smile.

      At the age of five, I fell in love with Stefano George, and with the limited intellect of a little girl of such age, I knew that he was the most beautiful being in the world. Okay, I may be exaggerating but he was beautiful.

      It was as if time stopped when he approached me in the sandbox, I was choking on sand that I had somehow managed to swallow and he had whispered a soft hello before dashing to his group of friends that were giggling hysterically. Fourteen years later not much has changed except my development a major speech impediment. I've had some opportunities to speak to him, but I never did because of my speech problem. I hate having to start a conversation, so most people assume I'm rude or stuck up and doesn't talk to me.

      It is now 7:25 am and I feel like screaming. Why isn't anyone in this class? Sighing softly, I drum my fingers on the desk rolling my eyes at the annoyed look I'm getting. People can get so aggressive over a simple sound. Smiling to myself, I begin to drum harder against the desk, then I hear his voice in the corridor and the drumming cease immediately.

      Avoiding the unamused looks of my classmates, I slowly turn my head towards the entrance of the room and pretend to be writing. All the while, I am watching out of the corner of my eye for the moment until Stefano appears.

      My heart begins to race at the sound of footsteps getting closer to the classroom, and I sit a little straighter. My excitement dies a little when I realize that the person approaching shoes is making a clicking sound. Stefano doesn't wear clicking shoes. I smell her before she reaches me.

      Oh, you feel good today, hair on point and you're actually on time, Carolina says, dropping her books on the table with a bang.

      Cara, how are you this morning? Carolina is my best friend and my only friend

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