Joined: 25 Feb 2010
Two beautiful little girls played on the back lawn, trying to catch the last sunbeams of
the afternoon. I watched my sisters frolic happily from my balcony, picking lilacs from a
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, deep
red-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 from
dizziness, 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 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 Gucci stiletto
against the floor in irritation.
"Do not 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 and
your father's reputations go to waste by being seen with you at the state you're in now."
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 way
down 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 and
pulled 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.
"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 the satin and asymmetrical neckline of the designer dress would look great on Kay.
Kay bolted 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 frowned at
my untidy red hair. No wonder your love life's zilch. A shame, too, seeing as you are
the official matchmaker of the millenium.
Looking at the clock, I groaned. Two hours, and then a night sitting at an ultra-boring