Dedicated to  the one i call my favourite ghost reader oa_judith

~Zoe~

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥
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𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫
𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫
𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 '𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐈 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 (𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧)
𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ( 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧)
𝐈 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦
𝐇𝐨 𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.

I was doing a dance video to the song, "I Believe in Santa" by Megan Trainor featuring JoJo Siwa. This was the twenty-fifth time I was attempting to make the video, and I was finally getting it. I was so happy that it took me twenty-five tries before I could finally get it right— funny how all of this is happening on the most magical time of the year 25th of December.

(𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 )
𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 ?

(𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟)
𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥
𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 (𝐨𝐡)
𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 '𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 ?
𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐨 𝐮𝐩
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐢 𝐝𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ?

"Ugh! Fuck shit, you twisted the wrong way!"

I yelled at Nafeesat, my best friend. And she equally yells at me, saying the same thing.

"Ugh— hell no, you're the one who twisted the wrong way!" We've been on this video since the 1st of December, and yet just when we were so close to getting all the moves right, she just had to go and mess it up.

More like you just had to mess it up because you were excited you were getting the moves right.

Oh, shut up, subconscious! No one asked for your opinion.

Frankly, I wasn't giving one; I was just stating the truth... Oh OK, got it, shutting up.

Okay, so maybe my subconscious was right. Which I— sorry...Exactly so maybe my subconscious was right, but still, it wasn't entirely my fault I was excited. But I guess I spoke too soon and jinxed the whole thing. I sighed in frustration; now we would have to start all over again.

You know... my subconscious started, permission to speak, of course. This video you're trying to make wouldn't be so hard to make. Heck, you would have made the video in a heartbeat if you're making it with Chl—

Oh no! Don't even say her name. No, we are not thinking of that lowlife good-for-nothing screep of a twin sister. She is only going to make it worse.

Well, it was only a harmless suggestion. If you think back to the dance videos you two made when you were a lot younger, you would see that the harmony between you two was a vibe. It was amazing!! It was—

Enough, okay!!?  Enough with the dumb, foolish idea involving my sister, okay!? She is dead to me, and the sooner you get that, the better for you, for the both of us!!!

I yelled— practically screamed at my subconscious, and that made her go quiet instantly. Now I could concentrate on what was at hand, remaking the video without making a mistake or missing a routine. This had better work because I really wanted JoJo Siwa to like and repost the video, so it had to be perfect.

𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐢 𝐝𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ?
𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐢 𝐝𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ?
𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐢 𝐝𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ?
𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲
𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐢 𝐝𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ?
𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫
'𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

"Take it back to the top, Nafeesat," I said, even though I was the one closest to the stereo playing the music. She looks at me incredulously like I had grown two heads, but I gawked at her, and she immediately stood up from the chair she was taking a break from to do as I had told her.

The music immediately started from the beginning, and we both fell into place in front of my iPhone 12 Pro to start the twenty-sixth take. I just prayed I wouldn't jinx this video again. I mean, just like they say, "third time's the charm— well, the twenty-sixth time had better be the charm too or else I would go nuts and lose it.

The song started from the beginning, and Nafeesat and I started the dance routine from the top. We were dancing and grooving to the music, and so far, we were approaching the end of the song, and no mistakes so far.

𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫
'𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.
𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐀 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧' (𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧')
𝐌𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧' (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧')
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
(𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 )
𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 ?

(𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟)
𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥
𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 (𝐨𝐡)
𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 '𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 ?
𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐨 𝐮𝐩

It was in that moment, that crucial moment we were about to make our big ending, that was the moment my mom chose to walk in with hot cocoa and warm cookies.

"Hey girls, ZoZo, I baked cookie, want some?"

"Ugh, mother!!! Why? Why?? Why??? Couldn't you just wait till I came downstairs!?? You just ruined the video we were so close to nailing! Ugh, I swear to God, if you don't get out of here with your stupid cookies, I will burn this house down!"

I yelled at Mom, throwing tantrums and throwing the puffs in my room at her. How she was able to dodge all three of the puffs I threw at her and not spill the tray's content left me bewildered. I glared at her for still not leaving with her stupid cookies, and it was then she spoke.

"Okay, Zoe, what is up with you? It's like you've lost your manners these days, are you on your period or something? And what is the big deal with this video and Mojo? Anyway, is she paying you or something?"

"What? No! And no, she is not! And It's JoJo Siwa; you would know that if you've been paying attention to anything I say or post on Instagram."

"Instagram this, Instagram that... 
"That's all you ever care about these days. What you need is a social media blackout―"

"Blackout? What I need is for you to blackout of my room because you are encroaching on my personal space. So Mother, be a dear and leave my room!! please; you can take the cookies with you or you can leave them on the table, whatever suits you."

Mom opened and closed her mouth trying to form her words, all to no avail. Not knowing what else to say and swallowing hard as if to swallow her words, she left the plate of cookies on the side table beside the door. With that, she slammed the door hard, and I took it as an indication that our conversation wasn't over.

"You do realize that that was your mother, right? The one that carried you for nine mon—"

"Oh please, big whoop, so what so special about it sef? Abegi, don't remind me who she is jare; I have her face around as a constant daily reminder,"

I said, shutting Nafeesat up. Okay, maybe I had come off a little harsher than intended— maybe a lot harsh, but hey, there is nothing a short "I'm sorry" can't fix, right? Right?

"C'mon, Nafeesat, stop sloughing; we don't have all day."

"But I'm tired, exhausted, and my feet are killing me. We've been dancing all morning, Zoe can't we take a br—"

"A break? Oh, hell no, not until this video is done to perfection! Now on your feet and from the top!"

...

To be continued

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Happy holidays from your favourite Author

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