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Festival of Love: A Wealthy Heiress's Quest
Сценарий:Write a story about Suma she is a billionaire all her family and cousins are rich her parents are not like other rich parents who are mean to their kids her parents are the nicest they even have a homeless shelter where they take care of pooor family who need help suma life was going so well she never have to worry she got big mansion and her won big room full of clothes her own maid which they are like besties they travel around and always together suma treats her as a family same as her parents they treat Dina as their child because suma is only child Dina parents have only her too her mom works for suma mom and her dad Dina dad and Dina works for suma so they have their own bestie and will never betray and suma is always happy suma is 19 and she wents to get married so she went to all boys school festival to find someone handsome or her old crush childhood who had leave cuz they got kicked out from their apartment she remember his name Jake her long time crush even her parents and maid knows about it she is only waiting for him she did back round on him but there is no trace of him it’s been 7 years and they haven’t seen him until she saw him he looked so handsome all girls where him and the festival was big that suma shine because if her dress Jake noticed her but he didn’t know her so he just went in line “girls get away from him cant see he is uncomfortable you guys touching him” she says in a jealousy tone they all left saying “is she his girlfriend she’s pretty “ hey suma said to Jake “hey do i know you “ yea look at my face for 10 sec he looked confused Andy looked at her hee eyes feel familiar and hee head shaped he said “I don’t know maybe if you tell ‘em your name….” Yea my name is suma “ Jake laughed everyone was confused why he was laughing Jake was the key quietest and not talkative person his boy classmates where confused “is she his crush she is so pretty “ the Jake replied “oh my gif it’s suma sushi haha I would have never guessed to see you again I would have got sushi” suma looked a little annoyed and said “are you done” Jake stop what brings you here”don’t laugh okay but I am “ wait … are you asking me out you know that you’re rich and I am not I am 18 in high school I had to relate grade because I let failing “ I don’t care if you’re dump or smart I just want you okay just say yes and I don’t want to you to be my boyfriend I want you to be my husband here is my number if you changed your mind call me anytime I am always free “ him looking sad said you are already leaving “yea I have class to attend I have college and being 18 at high school is common so it’s okay keep going…… what happened to Jake did he say yes .does he have parents why did he fail…..
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Suma Richards
wealthy heiress, seeking love and adventure, friends with Dina and her parents, tall with long brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
Dina Moore
best friend and employee of Suma's family, supportive and caring, friends with Suma and her parents, short with curly black hair and warm brown eyes.
Jake Thompson
childhood crush of Suma and a high school student, mysterious and introverted, no direct relationships yet established.
I was born with a silver spoon.
My name is Suma Richards, and I’m the only daughter of the wealthy Richards family.
Dina rushes over, breathless, her face flushed and eyes wide with urgency.
"Suma!" she calls out, her voice trembling.
My family is one of the richest families in the city, and I have everything I want.
I turn to see her pushing through the crowd, her curly black hair bouncing with each step.
But I have a dream, a dream that I’ve had since I was a child.
I want to find my true love and live an ordinary life with him.
"Dina, what's wrong?" I ask, my heart already sinking.
She grabs my arm, panting heavily.
I don’t want to be the heiress of the Richards family for the rest of my life.
I want to experience love and adventure.
"It's your family," she says between gasps. "There's an emergency back home."
My face turns pale as her words sink in.
I have a best friend named Dina Moore, who is also an employee of my family.
"What happened?" I demand, my voice shaking.
She has been with me since we were young, and she is like a sister to me.
Dina shakes her head, unable to provide details.
My parents love her very much, and they treat her as their own daughter.
Dina is short with curly black hair and warm brown eyes.
"I don't know everything. We need to go now."
I grab Jake's hand without thinking and pull him aside.
She has a sweet smile on her face all day long, and she is very kind-hearted.
"Jake, I need to go," I say, my voice trembling uncontrollably.
He looks concerned but nods immediately.
Today is the day of the school festival, and I’m determined to make my dream come true.
I step out of the limousine, my designer dress shimmering under the lights.
"I'll come with you," he offers, his eyes filled with sincerity.
The festival is bustling with students, laughter, and the smell of delicious food.
I hesitate for a moment but then realize I need all the support I can get.
"Okay," I agree quickly. "Let's go."
My eyes scan the crowd, searching for one person—Jake.
I spot him near the game stalls, surrounded by a group of giggling girls.
We hurry through the festival grounds, weaving through the throngs of students and colorful stalls.
A pang of jealousy hits me hard.
Without thinking twice, I stride over, my heels clicking against the pavement.
The laughter and music fade into the background as the urgency of the situation takes over.
"Girls, back off," I command, my voice firm and unyielding.
Dina leads us to the parking lot where her car is parked haphazardly.
She opens the door and gestures for us to get in.
The girls scatter like leaves in the wind, whispering about my beauty as they go.
"Come on, we don't have much time," she urges.
Jake and I slide into the backseat while Dina jumps into the driver's seat.
Jake looks up, confusion etched on his face but also a hint of intrigue.
"Do I know you?" he asks, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The engine roars to life, and we speed out of the parking lot.
As we drive off, my mind races with worry and confusion.
My heart races as I take a deep breath.
"It’s me, Suma Richards," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
What could have happened? Is everyone okay?
I glance at Jake beside me.
Recognition dawns on Jake's face, followed by a laugh that surprises everyone around us.
His face is tense, his jaw clenched tightly.
"Suma Sushi?" he teases, a playful grin spreading across his lips.
He reaches over and squeezes my hand reassuringly.
Annoyed but determined not to let it show, I straighten my posture.
"We'll get through this," he says softly.
I nod, though my heart feels like it's about to burst from my chest.
"No," I reply firmly. "Suma Richards. And I have something important to discuss with you."
The scenery outside blurs as we speed down the highway, the city lights flashing by in a dizzying array of colors.
Jake raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued now.
Dina's knuckles are white as she grips the steering wheel tightly.
Her eyes are focused on the road ahead, but I can see the worry etched on her face.
"Oh really? What could be so important?"
I take another deep breath and look him straight in the eye.
"I want to propose marriage," I declare boldly.
His jaw drops, and for a moment, there’s complete silence around us.
The car is filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of our breathing and the hum of the engine.
Every minute feels like an eternity as we race towards home.
Then Jake bursts into laughter again, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You’re serious?"
Finally, Dina speaks up, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Suma... I'm so sorry. I wish I had more information."
"Dead serious," I reply without missing a beat.
Before he can respond, a loud crash interrupts us.
I swallow hard and force myself to stay calm.
"It's okay, Dina. Just get us there safely."
Jake squeezes my hand again, his presence a small comfort in this whirlwind of fear and uncertainty.
We take a sharp turn onto a familiar street, and my heart skips a beat as we approach my family's estate.
The gates are open, and several cars are parked haphazardly in the driveway.
Dina pulls up to the front entrance and slams on the brakes.
"We're here," she announces urgently.
Without waiting another second, I fling open the door and rush out of the car.
Jake follows close behind me as we sprint towards the house.
The front door is ajar, and inside I can hear voices raised in panic and distress.
My heart pounds louder than ever as I push through the doorway.
I freeze in the hallway, my eyes locking onto my mother, who is sobbing uncontrollably on the grand staircase.
The world around us is a blur of flashing lights and frantic movement.
Her usually immaculate hair is disheveled, and her face is red and blotchy from crying.
Paramedics rush over, their faces etched with concern.
My father paces back and forth, his face pale and strained, his hands running through his graying hair.
"Are you okay? Can you hear me?" one of them asks, kneeling beside me.
I nod, my voice hoarse. "Yes, we're okay."
"Dad! Mom! What's going on?" I shout, my voice echoing off the marble floors.
Dina stands nearby, her hands clenched tightly at her sides, her eyes filled with worry.
Jake sits up slowly, wincing as he moves. "Just... exhausted."
"Suma," she whispers, but I barely hear her over the pounding in my ears.
The paramedics start checking us over, their hands gentle but efficient.
I feel a wave of relief wash over me as I realize we're finally safe.
My father stops pacing and looks at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and sorrow.
"Suma! Suma!" I hear my mother's voice cutting through the chaos.
"Suma," he begins, his voice trembling. "There's been a serious accident at the homeless shelter."
The words hit me like a punch to the gut.
I turn to see her and my father running towards us, their faces pale with worry.
"Mom! Dad!" I call out, my voice breaking.
"What? How? What happened?" I demand, my voice rising in panic.
They reach me and pull me into a tight embrace, tears streaming down their faces.
He takes a deep breath, struggling to maintain his composure.
"There was a fire. Several people are injured... and some are missing."
"Oh, thank God you're safe," my mother sobs, holding me as if she might never let go.
A wave of nausea washes over me, and I feel my knees buckle.
Jake steps forward quickly, catching me before I can fall.
My father strokes my hair, his voice choked with emotion. "We were so worried."
His strong arms wrap around me, offering support as I try to process the horrifying news.
Jake stands back, watching the scene unfold with a hesitant expression.
"No... no..." I whisper, shaking my head in disbelief. "This can't be happening."
He looks unsure of his place in this moment of family reunion.
I catch his eye and extend my hand. "Come here, Jake."
He hesitates for a second before stepping forward.
My mother lets out another wail, burying her face in her hands.
I pull him into the hug, feeling the warmth of our combined relief and gratitude.
"We have to do something!" I shout, pulling away from Jake and turning to my father. "We can't just stand here!"
He nods, his expression grim. "I've already called for help. The fire department is there, and ambulances are on their way."
"Thank you," my father says to Jake, his voice sincere. "You saved our daughter."
Jake shakes his head modestly. "We did it together."
"But what about the people inside? Are they okay?" I ask desperately.
Dina approaches us, her face lit up with a rare smile. "Everyone's accounted for," she announces. "Thanks to you two."
"We don't know yet," he admits, his voice breaking. "Some of them are still unaccounted for."
I feel a surge of determination rise within me.
A collective sigh of relief escapes from all of us.
The weight of the night's events starts to lift, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and unity.
"I need to go there," I say firmly. "I need to help."
Jake tightens his grip on my hand. "I'm coming with you."
I look into his eyes and see the same resolve mirrored in them.
"Thank you," I whisper, grateful for his support.
My father turns to Jake again, his eyes filled with newfound respect. "Jake, how would you like to work at the shelter? We could use someone like you."
Jake looks taken aback but quickly recovers. "I... I'd be honored. Thank you."
Dina steps forward, her face set with determination. "I'll drive us there."
We rush back out to the car, Dina taking the wheel once again as Jake and I climb into the backseat.
A smile spreads across my face as I watch this new bond form between them.
It feels like a fresh start for all of us.
The drive to the shelter feels like an eternity, every second stretching out painfully as we race against time.
"Let's get you home," my mother says softly, her arm still around my shoulders.
As we approach the shelter, the smell of smoke fills the air.
Flashing lights from fire trucks and ambulances illuminate the night sky.
We make our way to the car, each step feeling lighter than the last.
The night is still filled with the sounds of emergency crews working tirelessly, but for us, it's a moment of peace.
The scene is chaotic—firefighters battling the flames while paramedics tend to the injured.
Dina parks the car hastily, and we all jump out.
As we drive away from the shelter, I glance back at the smoldering building.
It's a reminder of what we've been through and what we've accomplished together.
Jake sits beside me in the backseat, his hand finding mine.
We exchange a look that says more than words ever could.
I run towards the shelter entrance, my heart pounding with fear for those still inside.
"Stay back!" a firefighter shouts as we approach. "It's not safe!"
"I need to help!" I plead desperately. "Please!"
Jake pulls me back gently but firmly. "Suma, let them do their job."
Tears stream down my face as I watch the firefighters work tirelessly to control the blaze.
The sight of injured people being carried out on stretchers makes my heart ache.
Suddenly, a familiar face emerges from the smoke—Mr. Thompson, one of the shelter volunteers.
His clothes are singed, and he looks exhausted but determined.
"Mr. Thompson!" I call out, rushing towards him.
"Suma," he says weakly. "Thank God you're here."
"What happened? Is everyone okay?" I ask urgently.
He shakes his head sadly. "We did our best to get everyone out... but some are still trapped inside."
My heart sinks further as I realize the full extent of the tragedy unfolding before me.
But there's no time for despair—only action.
"Tell me what I can do," I say firmly.
Mr. Thompson nods gratefully. "We need more hands to help with evacuations."
Without hesitation, Jake and I follow him towards the building entrance where firefighters are coordinating rescue efforts.
A firefighter hands me a helmet and gear, his eyes filled with urgency.
My hands tremble as I take them, the weight of the situation pressing down on me.
Jake grabs his own set, his face set with determination.
We exchange a quick glance, and I see the resolve in his eyes.
"Ready?" he asks, his voice steady despite the chaos around us.
I nod, swallowing hard. "Let's do this."
We move towards the entrance, the heat and smoke immediately overwhelming.
The air is thick and acrid, making it difficult to breathe.
I can feel the sweat forming on my forehead under the helmet.
"Stay close," Jake says, his voice muffled by the mask.
We push forward, navigating through the debris and flames.
My heart races as I hear faint cries for help echoing through the burning shelter.
The sound sends a jolt of adrenaline through me.
"Over there!" I shout, pointing to a corner where I spot a family trapped under fallen beams.
Jake follows my gaze and nods. "Let's get them out."
We rush over, our movements quick but careful.
The family—a mother, father, and two young children—look up at us with fear in their eyes.
"We're here to help," I say, trying to keep my voice calm.
Jake and I lift the debris together, our muscles straining against the weight.
The beams are heavy, but we manage to create enough space for the family to crawl out.
"Come on," Jake urges them gently. "You're going to be okay."
One by one, they scramble out from under the wreckage.
I guide them towards the exit, my heart pounding with urgency.
As we reach the doorway, I see Dina outside, helping another group of people.
Relief washes over me momentarily, knowing she's safe and doing her part.
But there's no time to rest—the fire still rages on around us.
Determined not to leave anyone behind, I turn to Jake.
"We have to go back in," I say firmly.
He nods without hesitation. "Let's go."
The smoke is thicker now, stinging my eyes and making it hard to see.
Jake and I push through the corridor, each step feeling like a battle against the oppressive heat and choking fumes.
My lungs burn with every breath, but I force myself to keep moving.
"Help! Someone, please!" a voice cries out from somewhere ahead.
We exchange a quick glance and rush towards the sound, our boots pounding against the creaking floorboards.
"Over here!" Jake shouts, pointing to a door partially blocked by fallen debris.
We work together to clear the path, our movements urgent and desperate.
The floor beneath us groans ominously, sending a shiver down my spine.
"We need to hurry," I say, my voice barely audible over the roar of the flames.
Just as we manage to free the door, a firefighter grabs my arm.
"There's a gas leak! Evacuate now!" he yells, his face masked by soot and sweat.
Panic surges through me, but I look at Jake and nod.
We turn to leave, only to find our path blocked by more fallen debris.
The way we came in is no longer an option.
"Over there!" Jake points to an open window at the end of the corridor.
Without wasting a second, we sprint towards it, the floor trembling beneath our feet.
Jake reaches the window first and quickly pushes it open.
"Come on, Suma!" he urges, helping me climb through.
I scramble out just as an explosion rocks the building, sending a shockwave that nearly knocks me off balance.
We collapse onto the ground outside, coughing and gasping for air.
The night sky is filled with flashing lights from fire trucks and ambulances.
The smell of smoke lingers in the air, mixing with the scent of burnt wood and melted plastic.
I can hear the distant shouts of firefighters and paramedics working tirelessly to control the chaos.
Jake lies beside me on the grass, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
Relief mingles with fear in his eyes as he looks at me.
"We made it," he says between coughs.
I nod weakly, my body trembling from exhaustion and adrenaline.
