So here it is, like you all anticipated. Chapter 1 is finished (by Rubina and I) and edited by Rubina.
There was an awful smell. Delilah looked across the kitchen island, to see Hanna seriously struggling to get the now black pop tart out of the toaster with a fork.
“Put the fork down Hanna. What have I said about utensil, toasters, and cooking.”
“They don’t mix!” Rosa called, coming into the living space tying her long black hair. She had a scowl on her face and she looked rightly concerned. “You could be killed. Electrocuted!”
Then she started in Spanish, Rosa continued to rant, throwing out a long string of words that clouded together. Even though both girls took Spanish in high school, both of them sat back dumbfounded, no idea what she was saying. Delilah just leaned back and sighed, giving up on even trying to comprehend.
“I cant understand a single word you are saying Rosa. Remember. English.” Hanna chuckled.
“HANNA!! Racist!” Delilah yelled trying not to laugh at the joke, knowing Rosa just wouldn’t get it, And how she would take it to heart. She thought about how Rosa’s English had gotten so much better since they were in high school. Her thick Spanish accent had faded a bit and her English was better than ever.
“Well at least I can cook!” Rosa said defensively. There it was, Delilah sighed. She knew Hanna was defencive about her cooking.. at least she tried..although it may be best if she didn’t try anymore…
Hanna growled. She didn’t mean for it to be racist, and even Delilah had picked up on the heavy sarcasm Hanna had used. But the cooking comment was harsh. She tried, every day she tried.. she just wasn’t that lucky and seemed to be in an ongoing war with the kitchen appliances.
The two girls glared at each other. Their facial expressions and with jaws set, that obviously weren’t going to budge soon. Hanna’s grey eyes were boring into Rosa’s brown ones.
“Well instead of standing around like you two, I’m making pancakes. Help would be appreciated” Delilah announced, breaking the silence. She poked her tongue out at the and brought out the flour from the cupboard. She quickly glanced up at the clock to check the time, she had plenty before she needed to head to work.
The showdown was ended at the mention of edible food. Rosa slid out of her chair and started to collect ingredients for Delilah.
Hanna rolled her eyes and disposed of the remnants of the pop tart. Delilah turned to get the eggs while Hanna sneakily reached into the bowl and stole a handful of sifted flour. She quickly hid the handful behind her back.
“Rosa, did you get the milk?” Delilah asked turning around back to the bench, to be meeted by a cloud of flour. Hanna cracked up and held her stomach. Her best friend was as white as a ghost. Even Rosa couldn’t contain her laughter.
“HANNA!” Delilah screamed. Rosa stifled the laugh. “you know that thing called work, I need to go to that work thing in twenty five minutes! TWENTY FIVE MINUTES! And I need to go so I don’t lose my job. Yeah, funny word right, job? Every heard of it?”
Rosa knew that a bitch fight was about to occur.
Hanna gave a deep chuckle.“That was a low blow. Bitch gonna die” she shrieked dramatically, she then raised her arm with a battle cry, trying not to shake with laughter. She jumped on her best friend and ruffled her hair.
“Woah, wrong timing” Hanna’s boyfriend entered the apartment, throwing his arms up in defence.
“Matty!” Hanna cried as she off and over Delilah, and ran over and jumped into Matt’s waiting arms.
