Maybellene Hawthorne doesn't live a conventional life.
She has an older sister dealing with the consequences of her "rebellious" choice of life,
a burnt down school, forcing her to transfer to a building of books and brats (which is very different f...
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I woke up to the sound of coffee brewing and bacon frying, early on a sunny Monday morning. It was one of the few times I heard no bittering between my parents and Mallurie, who had somehow managed to keep the arguing to a minimum.
I didn't expect, however, a group of laughs coming from the kitchen. I grinned widely. Maybe today was going to be a good day, I thought.
An orange tote bag sat beside my bed, and I frowned. I don't remember buying an orange tote bag. I scurried over to it and picked it up; it was pretty heavy. I opened it and inside sat a carefully coordinated outfit. And it went perfectly with the bag.
I examined it; it consisted of a white spaghetti strap crop top, paired with orange super skinny jeans (my favorite!) and white heels I could die for. I was surprised I didn't buy this outfit already.
I squealed, jumping into the shower so I could wear the new ensemble.
An hour later with tangy lipstick and a white cap on, I strutted down the steps feeling like a model. So this is what Mallurie did for a living, I thought.
She gave me a round of applause as soon as she saw me, handing me a plate of bacon, pancakes and fruit. A cup of coffee sat on the island.
"Thank you for the clothes," I said.
"Uhm, I didn't get you any clothes," Mallurie chuckled, cleaning up the mess breakfast had come with.
I shrugged, figuring my parents probably bought them as an apology for the day I said I didn't want to be a lawyer. I had forgotten it, since weeks had past, but they clearly hadn't.
But I didn't forget Mallurie's suicide attempt. I could never forget that. She moved on, at least I thought she did. After that night she never once brought it up, and to be precise the very next day she was the peppy sister I grew up with.
I stopped thinking because the morning started off well and I didn't want to spoil it. I smiled at Mallurie and continued eating the delicious breakfast. Normally I would settle for a small bowl of Coco Pebbles, but I couldn't turn this meal down.
"I'm going to drop you off at school today," Mallurie chirped, jingling a set of car keys.
I raised my eyebrows. "When did you get a car?"
"Yesterday," she bragged, placing her hands on her hips.
"You don't even have a job. How are you affording a car?" I asked, suspiciously eyeing the jaguar symbol on the keys.
"I didn't buy it," she vaguely answered. This made me eye her even more sternly.
