Saturday, 28 May 2011
04:34:39 PM (GMT)
Two beautiful little girls played on the back lawn, trying to catch the last sunbeams
ofthe afternoon. I watched my sisters frolic happily from my balcony, picking lilacs
tree and tucking the blossoms behind their ears. The five year old, Danielle, showed
her little sister how to twirl around so that the petals in their hair fell on their
clothes - I knew for a fact that she was under the impression that it would call
faeries to come spend some time. Danielle spun, turning into a mass of incredibly
long, wavy, deepred-auburn hair, and a blur of a pink and white pristine dress. Sarah
giggled, clapping her hands as she sat on the grass. Danielle stopped abruptly,
stumbling a little fromdizziness, and plucked a lilac from the tree. She leaned
forward and neatly placed it on Sarah's white-blonde head, kissing her little sister.
Their two respective nannies sat on the rocking chairs, smiling affectionately over
at the two little girls, who truly lived
I was interrupted from this scene by a knock at my door. Getting up with a sigh and
leaving the warmth of my outdoor chair, I made my way inside my room and over to open
it, only to
come face-to-face with my stepmother. Glamorous as usual in a black Marc Jacobs
cocktail dress, the platinum blond looked down at me, in my ratty black sweatpants
and blue Les
Misérables T-shirt, and wrinkled her nose. I folded my arms, leaning against my
"Oh, it's you. What is it, Laura?" My tone was bored, and to add to the effect, I
lowered my eyelids - a direct challenge to her so-called authority. She tapped a
against the floor in irritation.
"Don't take that tone with me, Samantha. Believe me, if I didn't have to be here, I
wouldn't, but I just want to say that your little friend - Kay, was it? Well, she's
downstairs with the doorman, and she seems to be in quite the hurry to see you. Oh,
and please, get yourself cleaned up before the dinner party tonight - I refuse to let
my andyour father's reputations go to waste by being seen with you at the state
you're in now." She scowled.
Rather than shoot back a response or burst into tears, which I knew would only cause
trouble, I rolled my eyes, more than used to this treatment. "Okay, great." I made my
waydown the hall with Laura and into the elevator, until we found ourselves face to
face with Kay. Laura sneered, and stepped aside, allowing Kay to step in.
"Thanks, Mrs. Kopit!" She called nervously as the doors shut.
Now that it was safe, and I could be myself, I flung my arms around Kay. Kay grinned
andpulled back, tucking a couple of black hairs behind her ear.
"So that's your dreaded stepmom, huh?"
"She seems like such a bitch!"
"You don't know the half of it."
We returned to my room, which Kay took in with admiration.
"Your new room is awesome! Okay, you have a sucky stepmom, but she came with a
mansion and staff - it's not all bad." I fell over laughing on the bed, and she
joined in, sitting down next to me. When we had finished, I sat up, and looked at her
seriously. "So, what's your story for coming here today?" I asked. Kay giggled
nervously. "I followed your advice, and...Steve asked me to dinner." She admitted.
I rocketed up out of my bed and squealed. Little did she know that I had also been in
contact with Steve, urging him along his quest.
"Oh my God, that's so great! But then, why are you here? Wait, let me guess -"
"I don't know -"
"What to -"
"Wear." We both ended up saying 'wear' in unison, causing more giggles. If they
ended up getting together, they would be my fifth successfully-paired couple. "Wait
here."I grinned at her, and disappeared into my walk-in closet. I came out, holding
an elegant royal blue Calypso wrap dress that I had 'borrowed' from Laura for these
occasions, knowing thesatin and asymmetrical neckline of the designer dress would
look great on Kay. Kay leapt bolt upright and squealed, and we packed it into her
knapsack, along with a thin silver
shoulder bangle and a pair of matching silver hoop earrings - from my own jewelry
The next thing I knew, she left me in my room, puzzling over what I could possibly to
to look presentable for tonight. Adjusting my glasses, I looked in the mirror, and
my frizzy brown hair and braces. "No wonder my love life's zilch. A shame, too,
seeing as I'm the official matchmaker of the millenium."
Looking at the clock, I groaned. Two hours, and then a night sitting at an
ultra-boring dinner party.
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