My Sugar Step-Daddy

Hi! My name is Elora Campbell and I am an 18 year old student, studying at the Nobel Angels Boarding school. I have been here since I was seven, which means it’s been already eleven years. Everyone knows me here. All the students and the teachers. Some of them know me for who I am inside, and the rest know me as the golden beauty of our school. You see, I have a naturally golden blond hair and a very fair skin tone, which reflects my hair color, making it look like golden too. Hence the name golden beauty. Now where did I get this beauty from and why am I living in a boarding school for the past eleven years? It’s a very long story.. My mother is Evelyn Campbell. She also has golden blond hair and brown eyes like me. So it’s confirmed that I got that from her. And if you ask me what features did I get from my father? Well.. I don’t know. I never met my father to know who he is or how he is. My mom got pregnant with me when she was still in school. She was only 16 back then. She was never been an obedient child, always used to party around, drink, and hook up with different boys. So, I guess she doesn’t even know herself who my real father is. She wanted to get rid of me as soon as she found out about her pregnancy. She even tried to get an abortion by herself. That is when my grandmother, Serena Campbell, found out that she was pregnant. She stopped her from killing me and hid her pregnancy from the outer world in fear that they will judge her and she won’t be able to finish her study. She wished for her daughter to succeed in life. To become someone special. My mom was 17 when I was born and the first thing she did after I came into the world was disown me. She hated me from her very core. She even refused to give me her name. So, my grandmother stepped forward and put her name in the place of my mother in my birth certificate. And with her name, I became completely her responsibility. To this day, she still hates me very much, and she is basically the main reason I had to live my childhood in a boarding school. My grandma had to put me here to keep me away from home, because my mother used to abuse me physically and verbally. I wasn’t safe in that house with her. My mother somehow finished the highschool. But after that she was just done with studying. Her only intention was to go to every club and every party she can find and grab the richest man to hookup with. The more money he has, the better, no matter if that person is toxic or addict. She didn’t do any job or house chores. Basically living off of my grandma’s money and buying expensive craps from her boyfriend’s money. She got beat up, forced to do d*ugs, and eventually she even became an addict too and had to go to the correction facility for a year. But she just never changed. My grandmother endured it all silently and tried her best to bring her daughter back to normal. But it didn’t work. With time, she lost all hopes on her and then I took that place in her heart. She started expecting me to become someone special and kept encouraging me to succeed. I love my grandma very much and I promised that I won’t let her down. Grandma couldn’t work anywhere to run the family and my study because she was ill with diabetics and high blood pressure. She used to sell some homemade pickles to earn a little. But the main expenses used to come from my grandfather’s pension. My grandfather died just a few years before I was born, in an accident at his workplace. Hence, she got a pretty decent amount as compensation along with the pension which my grandma kept all for first my mom’s, and then my study. It was going well for us. She used to pay for my school and I get to visit her once a year. Mom was completely out of my sight, minding her own life, which was good for both of us. I was doing really well with my studies, as my grandma wished, and I had made up my mind that I will become a doctor in the future. I was planning to only focus on my class so that nothing can come between fulfilling that dream of mine and my grandma’s. But my entire world shook when my grandma died. I was fifteen when I got the news that she was gone. I wasn’t even there when she left the world. I only got to see her at her funeral. It was the most painful day of my life. I just lost my core. I lost my only support. I felt completely alone with no one to say that don’t worry; I am here for you. I had no one. After they buried her in front of me, I finally saw my mom. She wasn’t there till the end. She was laughing with a stranger, flirting and chatting. There was no remorse in her face for her behaviour or her absence. No tears or no sadness. It looked like she was relieved that her mother was gone. No one’s there to bother her anymore. At that moment, I felt so much hate over her that I don’t think I can ever forgive her. But I won’t be like her. I will be kind and generous, as I promised my grandma when I was little. After everything was finished, we were taken aside by a lawyer who read us the will of my grandma. And that is when my mom’s face became pale. “As the lawyer of late Serena Campbell, I am going to read her will on behalf of her, which states- I, Serena Campbell, leaving all my belongings such as my savings, my bonds and my property to my daughter/granddaughter Elora Campbell. But if the death takes me away before Elora turns to the age of 18 and becomes an adult, I want my daughter Evelyn Campbell to become her legal guardian and take care of her until she comes to the legal age. She gets the right to handle her expenses, but she is not allowed to misuse it without any reason.” Once again, I faced my mom’s wrath, claiming that I snatched everything from her. Even the things grandma left for me, which actually belongs to her. But how come that’s my fault? I didn’t ask grandma to give me those things. I never wanted any of that. I just wanted their love. I wanted her to stay alive. I wanted my mom to accept me. I wanted to have someone beside me when I achieve something. When I win a prize or come first in class. I wanted to be happy.. A defeated fifteen-year-old girl who just lost everyone in her life, went back to the only place she felt safe at that moment. Her boarding school. I remember that I had no idea how everything was going to be. I didn’t know if I could even study anymore at that school. I just knew that I couldn’t stay at that house with my mom and had to find a place. So, I went back to the place I take as my second home. According to grandma’s will, my mom was supposed to pay for my school. She was supposed to send me money every month as my allowance. But nothing ever came. The principal called me one day and told me that I have to leave because my fees were overdue. They tried to contact my mom, but she never responded. So, it was time to leave. The very thought of giving up my studies was making me panic. If I get out of here, I won’t be able to get admission into another school. My mom will never let me do that. And I can’t stay with her. It’s a nightmare for me in that house. I had to find a way to stay. So, at that moment, all I can do was sit on my knees and beg the principal to give me a chance. I told him about the situation of my house and if I leave, I would lose everything. I told him that I would work to pay for my fees. I told him that I would do anything to keep studying. He felt pity on me. Besides, I was a top student at that school, earning many prizes on behalf of them. I deserved another chance. At last, he finally considered giving me a chance. He helped me in many ways to head towards my dream. He put me in a scholarship program so that I don’t have to worry about the fees. He also allowed me to work out of the school as long as I return before 10 at night. In no time, I found a job at a restaurant nearby the school. I was a part-time cleaner at that place because I was still underage. But that was okay with me. Everything was okay as long as I can keep studying. Soon everything started falling into place. I kept my scores up by studying hard and earned my scholarship every year. I joined the restaurant as a cleaner, but with passing time I became a lot more in there. Some day I would become the waitress, some day the cook, some day receptionist, and some day even the manager. Everyone loved me there and let me take their places just in case they had to be absent. I also enjoyed playing their roles because I was learning something new every day. I have many friends at school. But my only best friend is Maya. We met at the restaurant when she joined to work there as a waitress. She’s two years older than me, but we became bestest friends with each other in no time. She helps me a lot and guides me through every hard time. Like when I was getting low on energy to keep going anymore. I was taking classes all day and as soon as it ends, I would rush to go to work. And after I return from work at 10, I would sit and read through almost the whole night because I had to keep my grades up. And this short amount of sleep was draining me completely until Maya gave me a solution. She introduced me to Adderall or study d*ug. Adderall is legal medicine for teenagers to help them focus on study, and it was not addictive. At least, that’s what she told me. To stay awake for a long time, I started taking that pill every day, and it was working well for me. I was doing better. She also introduced me to the outside world and helped me improve my social skills. She taught me many things about social media that I had no idea about. She showed me the adult side of the world that I was still unknown of. Also, the dirtiest side as well. I know that you might say Maya did wrong by ruining my innocent mind. But I will say she did the right thing. In a very short time, I grew up faster than ever with her help. She prepared me to face the real world once I get out of the school. I needed to learn it all because there is no one to help me anymore or protect me out there. I will be on my own. So the more I know about the dangers, the smarter I will face it. And she prepared me for that. Soon I became 18, and I was almost done with my school as well. It was time for me to get into the real world. I am looking forward to get admission in the top university of Sydney to study medicine and become a doctor. I have managed to keep my grades up and I think my qualification is good enough to get the admission. I have already applied for it and now I am waiting for the result to come out any day now. The wait is hard and the hopes are high. This is my only chance to make my grandma proud. The only chance to take the biggest step towards my dream. I have to get into that university..