Mona of Dreamweaver (Book 1 of The Sisterhood Trilogy)

Chapter 11

The next morning I woke up, my leg muscles were aching. I don’t think I’ve ever walked so mach in one day. From what I remembered, we brought at least one thing, it every store on the plaza. I got many new things. Probably more than I ever needed and could have, but Stacy insisted. She said if I was going to be part of their family, I would have to be a part of it properly. While shopping, Stacy asked me about many of my favorite things, like my favorite animal, food, color, etc. It kind of sounded like interrogations, because of the way she asked. Or maybe she was going to write a book. Actually, that was Sara’s job. She was the best-selling author of more than 30 books. I even got one of them at the book store we went to. Speaking of book stores, I think we bought half the books in the store to fill up the book shelves in my room. Out of clothing I think I now have 40 pairs of jeans, more than 70 shirts, tons of skirts and dresses that I don’t even want to count, and lots and lots of shoes. Most of which are heels, courtesy of Stacy. I was afraid to even ask how much money all that cost. But judging from her calm and composed self, it didn’t seem like she cared, or it didn’t even  matter. In addition, she bought me an iPhone, laptop, and iPod. Most of last night, I was sitting on my bed trying to figure out how all of it worked. I think I figured out the iPod, but the rest maybe I’ll ask Laura. Speaking of which….

I looked over at the clock. It was 10:23. I can’t believe I slept that long. I usually got up really early. Maybe I had a lot of excitement yesterday and it wore me out a little. Last night, Stacy showed me how to text on the iPhone and I invited Laura over to my house today. She is supposed to come in…. 7 minutes!!!! Quickly I jumped out of bed and rushed into the shower. In record time, I showered, dressed, brushed my hair and was about to apply some makeup on that Stacy bought me, but I decided I’ll do that with Laura. From what I’ve seen, she was very talented at that. I ran down the stairs to grab a bite from the kitchen and was surprised by the cook with a plate of freshly made chocolate ship cookies and an awesomely cold glass of milk. That woman knew me so well.

Just as I was finishing my last cookie, I heard the doorbell ring. Jumping our of my seat, nearly knocking over chairs and some maids, I ran to the door and flung it open.

“Laura!!!” I threw my arms around her and gave her big bear hug like I haven’t seen her in ages. Well it felt like it. Laura stared at me with a shocked expression and I saw her do a double take. Her eyes went wide as she still stood in the doorway. I stared back wondering what in the world was wrong. Then it dawned on me. I didn’t tell her about my little makeover. And she didn’t see me yet with my haircut.

“Do you like it?” I asked warily. She finally came back to earth and started to squeal while coming inside and jumping up and down.

“Ahhh, Mona, you look so gorgeous. I love what you did with your hair. And the clothes. Where did you shop. OMG we should totally go to Paris together and get you some European clothes.” I shook my head. Laura. You gotta love her.

We spent the day tanning and swimming in the pool. As the evening rolled by, we moved into the den to watch movies and each delicious food that the cook made…homemade Italian pizza. I know!!!! She did my makeup and told me many style, hair, and makeup tips. She also invited me to go working out with her every morning.

As we were going up the stairs to my room, another crack in my life appeared. In the blinking of an eye, Laura slipped over a wet spot on the floor where the maid washed the floor, broke her heel and came crashing down. She cried out in pain and cradled her right arm. I ran over to her as fast as my feet could carry me.

“Laura!! Are you ok? What’s wrong? Laura please answer me!!!” I started to panic.

“My wrist!!!” she cried. “I think I broke it.” Adrenaline pumped through me as I rushed outside toward the garage where the drivers spent their time.

“John!!!!” I yelled out calling for Laura’s driver. “John where are you?”

“What is it miss?” he asked calmly coming out of the little coffee room made special for them. Seriously? Why was he so calm. Didn’t he see me panicking? Or at least heat panic in my voice?

“Laura…hurt…wrist… fell…broke,” I stuttered through my breath and spilling tears. Great. How many times do I have to cry?

As if struck by lightening, John ran into the house and in a matter of seconds he was carrying her out, put her in the car like a doll, and sped away.

“Mark!!!”

“Yes miss?” Again with the calmness. These people need to learn how to read people’s emotions.

“Take me to Laura’s, pronto!!”

When I got there, I didn’t expect to see a doctor there already. He was tending to Laura’s wrist in her room. Sara didn’t let me in the house past the door.

“You are a very wicked girl. How could you push Laura? Were you that jealous that she played piano so you pushed her to break her hand?”

“Maam, I really didn’t push her.”

”Don’t lie to me orphan, now get out. I don’t ever want to see or hear that you are talking or much less walking next to Laura. You are forbidden to ever be her friend again.” With that, the door was slammed in my face. I didn’t even notice that I was backed up outside. Tears of pain streamed down my face. Why was this happening? Why did I lose a friend?

I ran into the car and told Mark to take me home. Stacy and Kyle were home when I arrived, but I ignored their questioning. I knew that the maids called them, so they would tell them what had happened. I was too depressed. I had lost my one and only friend. Maybe the only friend I will ever have.