Once Upon a Time..

Hey Everyone! This about my 5th story and I would love some input on it! I loved the idea for this story, so I decided to write it out. I hope you like it! Please comment and maybe even vote! -MsGirlygirl19

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Once upon a time in a magical land known as New York, there was a woman by the name of Vanessa..... Okay who is seriously writing this? We are going to actually start out with this.....

Vanessa groaned as the sunlight began to peek through her blinds. Holding her head as she leaned forward, she looked over to her alarms. She grumbled as she looked at the early time that was lit on the black screen. She shakily began to stand and walk towards her bathroom.

As she sat down at her kitchen island to a bowl of Cream of Wheat, her house phone began to ring.

She stood from her wooden bar stool and quickly walked over to the white wall phone.

"Hello?" Vanessa asked into the receiver.

"Sis?"

"Oh my God, Kev. Why are you calling me at this time in the morning?" Vanessa asked, annoyingly.

"I am so sorry to bother you at this time, but I really need your help."

"What?" Vanessa asked as she sat down on her tile counter.

"I need you to babysit Ally and Susy tonight."

Vanessa let out a sigh and stepped down from the counter. Her brother began to speak again,

"I know it's a lot to ask on such short notice, but Tiff and I really just want a night out alone. I mean you understand, right?"

"About three days ago, I did."

"Nessie, I am really sorry to hear about what happened between you and Nate. It will get better, I swear."

 "Yeah, says the happily married man," Vanessa said as she held the arch of her nose. "You do know that those lovely children, of yours, despise me with all their souls, right?"

"What!? They absolutely love their Auntie Nessie!"

"Ha! Yeah, you tell me that every Christmas, right after I give them their Sears gift cards."

"Look, Nes, we don't have anyone else to look after them. Could you please do it?"

"Well, I might have work..."

"You are a journalist for a local paper, Nes. And you write the weather reports."

"Fine I will watch the little rascals. And hey just for your information, I still have a better job than you. I mean, you are a Realtor. That is the most boring job in the world."

"But, it assures one thing."

"And what is that?" Vanessa asked as she rolled her eyes.

"I have a way nicer house than you."

"Oh shut up, Kevin!"

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As Vanessa finished straightening out her shoulder-length brunette hair, she pulled out her black notebook. She walked into her bedroom and flipped on the TV. Taking out a blue pen, she turned the channel to the weather station. She began to write what was scrolling across the screen: