My anomaly

Boy on fire

It is yet another ordinary morning for me, Bella Allison, as an infamous pillow seemes to have sprouted wings and take flight right in the direction of my sleepy,drool friendly face. It hits me with a loud plop at a staggering force as gravity decides to defy all logic and make me land on the cold hardwood floor of the expensive ensuite we had so eagerly rented two nights ago upon our return from one of the biggest photoshoots of the year. I love you too gravity.

Damn, Celeste has gained a wrestler's strength over the past few years we had collaborated, I can tell you that. Although its no surprise since mornings often feel like hangovers for me, making me reluctant to share a sweet goodbye from my lover; the bed. But instead of the alarm to act as the jealous friend who is dead set on separating us, Celeste wins the Oscar for this one. I don't know which one could screech more, the alarm or Celeste. I'll go with the latter.

"Get up!Get your lazy bum right out of this bed or so help me God, I'll give you a worse ice bucket challenge than the one you gave to poor Cameron!" She ordered in her perfect English accent. I roll my eyes. Pfft, that pervy son of a helicopter totally deserved it. That taught him a lesson not to come near me again since he tries to flirt with me every single time I have the unfortunate luck to meet him.Grabbing my ass is never going to work for that poor idiot. Nor sneak in my dressing room. Nor trying to surprise kiss me,you get the gist. I know he had a bet going on with his other goons over who can get the model first. Well if he felt so hot about me, why not be a darling and help, am I right?

"Alicia Keys informed me he was on fire,so I helped," I mumble into my pillow,knowing too well Celeste has the heightened senses of a dog, and hearing me was a most probable outcome.

"Oh stop it with your dilly dallying and get up now," she responded. I hear shuffling around the oversized room as I struggle with my temporary separation from the warm confines of the luxurious bed.

"We shall meet again my love," I whisper to myself. It is these moments when I wonder whether I am right in the head, but I'm afraid of the answer. My stomach decides to intervene with this bittersweet moment by announcing its beastly awakening. I cringe at the sound and pat my flat stomach in attempt to soothe it.

'Don't worry baby, mamma bear's gonna take care of it' I think. Just as I finally sit up and jump out out with a soft thud, I see my younger sister, Grace. Now Grace is like my eternal twin, my partner in crime,my sister. I bet you would think it's a little weird not to fight so much with your sibling, but to be honest, she's all the family I really have(well besides Celeste, but that's a bit different). Our mom lives in Canada, Ontario, her most favourite place from this world. However, we don't speak to each other anymore since we started this whole ordeal as young kids. Actually, it started because she landed a job as a receptionist in a growing fashion industry. She was always a diva like, sociable person, so parties, which were more like meetings,were a common occurence within that area. Grace and I were brought there quite a few times, until this photographer/fashion company owner noticed us and thought we were the most beautiful children he has met in his recent years. With that thought, he offered our mother a deal of allowing us to enter this world of industrial commercialism in which she reluctantly agreed with. That was the time before everything happened and she still acted like we existed. Guess power does get to your head. It certainly did in his head,the man that helped in giving us life. I don't even want to think about what he did.

"Hey bitch,"she greets with a full blown smile while wrapping a towel around her gorgeous,luscious hair.

" Hey hoe," I greet right back. I guess you have noticed the way we roll. It has always been like that, insulting each other with everlasting sisterly love. I actually can't imagine us not being the way we are, it's too weird. Outsiders may sometimes see it as appaling and question whether it's offensive. It's not.