Marla

Marla Monticello sat at the table just staring at her feet. Mar stop being a nanny and let's get dressed for the party. Moira called out from the room. I'm not going you guys have fun. What the heck do you mean by that. Shouted Marisa from the bathroom. How can she even hear me thought Marla. Come on guys I said am not going I am still suffering from jet leg and moreover what am I going to do there anyways. Its been three days since you came back. Shouted Marisa from the bathroom. Well you meet guys for example. Cooed Moira. Jesus Moira don't you think of something else. She is a nun have you forgotten so soon Moira. Marisa chips in innocently. You know her motto already. NO GUYS LESS STRESS. Yea right make fun of me all you want but am not going. We won't force you but then we won't be giving you the gist this time trust me. Said Moira laughing. Who cares am just going to turn on the radio and try to read. Read read read don't you ever get tired of it. Said Moira now stepping out of the bedroom. Guys guys guys don't you ever get tired of them. Of course not. Hey Marisa what's taking you so long. Ethan will be coming so I gat to look extremely gorgeous. Shouted Marisa from the bathroom. I thought you went to the spa yesterday and you got a total makeover in the early hours of today. Its non of your business Moira. Yea your right. Turning to Marla. So how do I look Marla. Twirling like a princess with her expensive designer's drop dead gorgeous and sexy black dress which was way above the knee emphasizing her very curvy and shapely legs. At 23 Moira is a drop dead gorgeous blonde with bright blue eyes short and spiky blond hair which she wears in a bulb with an oval face and a very prominent figure which she tries to keep trimmed. To me she is just perfect. You are just perfect Moira am sure Omar is defiantly going to see you tonight instead of Jess. Ouch Mar don't be a kill joy. Groaned Moira. You would ruin your makeup with a face like that Moira, Marisa was saying coming out of the bedroom. Oh my gosh you sure are ready to blind Ethan for every other girl at the party tonight. Marisa at 23 is defiantly beautiful with dark flowing long hair she was sometimes referred to as the dark princess because of her hair and her ravishing beauty. She is tall with a slim but curvy body. I know you did say that Mar. Well shall we go we are running late. Bye Granny. Keep the house clean and tidy OK. Love you bye. Yeah bye. Marisa and Moira left the house giggling. Well am truly a Granny I guess going into the bathroom Marla murmured to herself seeing the mirror she groans oh I hate mirrors damn but Marisa loves it so it had to be there. Looking at herself all she sees is a growing old lady not a vibrant youth of 23. With a big horned rimmed glasses which was a curse to her and her small nose and big brown eyes. Jezz am just too small from my height to my curves. My hair is just too stubborn. Being an half cast is just a curse. Pulling her face from the mirror she went in to take a quick shower. There is no need for me to actually use the bathtub since I don't have any boyfriend to look pretty for. She laughs at the irony of it all. Being called Granny through out junior and senior school and even in college. Maybe her boss would see her as froggy four eyes. Ouch that's terrible. I need to get some rest cos tomorrow I have to prepare for my new job. As a graduate with honours in Science and technology it was really a great privilege to be working with the top technology company in the world. She turns off the shower wrap her self in her tower and began to recall how She Moira and Marisa could be such good Friends since Junior school. Moira is actually an America the daughter of Mr. And Mrs. McAlister the owners of a small business which deals with electric tools is a fashion designer working in Omar brand collection while Marisa was an Italian of a wealthy merchant Mr. and Mrs. Alfonso well as for Marisa she just loves the spot light so she is aspiring to be a movie star one day so she is working for a film industry. Well she was an half breed or maybe mixed breed. Her mother from Africa Nigeria to be precised and her father half Irish, half American and Spanish is a stockbrokers . They are all living in Alaska in a two room apartment that they all choose to live in right after college just a year ago. Its good to be back. And in this thought Marla fell asleep.

The music was high and loud it was just the right song but where is Ethan Moira wondered looking at Marisa with a corner eyes. Marisa has been known for her lies who knows he may not even exist. Hi Moira you look gorgeous. Looking up her breath catches, her heart beat skips a bit and began to thud gently. It was him Omar the one who makes her head spin with his gorgeous and sexy smile that can make every woman's heart flutter. She couldn't speak and for the life of her it seems as if he could not speak as well and just as abruptly the magic was broken by Jess. Hey love she calls clinging and holding on to him like a life line. I wish I could just strangle her right now. You look good Moira says Jess. Tanks you are not that bad either. Omar shall we taking hold of his hand he leads him away. Oh what a goose. Said Marisa who has navigated herself to Moira's side. She is worse than a goose can't she at least give him a breathing space. I think she has wrap a snarl about him Moira. But I swear he was really looking at me as though he was seeing me for the first time. Really? Asked Marisa. Of course. Well where is Ethan Marisa. Well em.... He is .... Well excuse me let me call him and see why he hasn't come yet. Bye good luck. Moira watches Marisa has she hurries away. Am going home can't wait here any longer.
Chapter 2
How I miss and love school with its various activities. Mimicking Marla Marisa sighs and says oh how I hate school with all its boring activities. They all burst into laughter. When are you ever going to love school both of you asked Marla. Maybe when you have a date. Moira says tickling Marla. Am I wrong Marisa. Nope you are absolutely correct. Oh my gosh by now ... Read more