Evening in the big brother house, and Mrs Margherita & Miss Terry are putting on their makeup. They're ready for a wild time. It's almost 5pm and they are pumped to hit up the local Chinese restaurant's early bird dinner.
"Ready to go?" Miss Terry asks excitedly.
"Nearly!" is the reply. "I just want to make...
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The neighbour is washed by his secretary, and they fall in love, get married, have children, send them off to college, live a little, cry a little, and die.
...
...a quick phone call."
Mrs Margherita gets her head out of the clouds and picks up her phone.
"I really need to sort out that hole in the roof," she mumbles as she waits for the recipient of the call to answer.
...
"HELLO?"
"Hey..." she says. "My friend and I were just about to head out to dinner. I was wondering if maybe, like, maybe, possibly, if it's not too much of a problem, kind of, like, maybe you would, if you want to, I thought maybe you would like to, like, join us?"
"HMLETMETHINKABOUTITNO. SORRY, I ALREADY HAVE PLANS FOR THIS EVENING. MAYBE NEXT YEAR."
The other speaker hangs up.
"Oh well, maybe next time, Mafalda," Miss Terry says reassuringly. "Don't worry about it. Let's paint the town beige!"
"Beige?"
"Red isn't really my style. I think beige more successfully captures my spirit and personality."
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After that mild ride, the teachers put away their paintbrushes and sit down for dinner. However, it seems like there is going to be a change of plan.
"Like, omg," says a mysterious, yet annoying voice from behind them. "Have you seen this girl?"
The women turn around. There is a missing poster with a crudely drawn picture of Sunita next to two random girls, and it's levitating in midair. Miss Terry notes that the representation of the human body is poor, but there has been excellent use of shading. The disembodied voice spookily reads out the poster's information.
"If you have any information about where this girl is rn," says another irritating voice belonging to a teenage girl, "we'd, like, totes appreciate it if you would call Stacy and/or Tracy. Byyyyyeeeeee."
No contact number is given.
Ten seconds later, the women finish their meal. It is now 6.38pm, forty-two seconds, and one millisecond.
What did you expect, pumpkin juice?!
"Where do you want to go now?" asks Mrs Margherita.
"I want to prowl for cute boys," says Miss Terry.
"You go on without me," screams Mrs Margherita.
"Why ever so, my lovely dove of feathers of purest snow?"
"I hope you enjoy your dreamy cute boys, but I'm too busy to join you. There's something I need to do..."
She watches the astronomy teacher leave before making her way to the balcony. It is suddenly nighttime and the stars are twinkling bright. She looks up at the sky, her luscious hair flowing softly in the gentle breeze. She whispers a song on the wind to her one true love...
♪ Toniiiiiiiight
Isn't it a lovely night?
With the soft glow of the moonlight
Maybe there'll be love in my sight
If I reach you
Toniiiiiiiiight ♪
♪ You are so very kind
You are so very strong
I know you are the one that I have needed all along
Toniiiiiiiiight
May be a fairy tale come true
I wonder if you're thinking of me too... ♪
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Once Upon a Girl
Short StoryShe was just a small town girl... After randomly finding herself displaced from her normal life and into a midwestern family, Sunita is trying to adjust to a brand new high school. Can she survive the dramas of teenage life? Note: this book is a par...
