New characters are as follows.
Monique: Joshs sister
Sonya: Joshs girlfriend
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, I own nothing else except my story line. :p
Sarah was practically broken, all she wanted to do at this point was talk to Josh and probably just listen to him, give him a hug and watch him cry on her shoulders, she really wanted to be there to comfort him at this time of trouble but she wasn’t really sure if she was going to be able to give him the comfort and solace he needed because she was never able to deal with tragedy, she just wouldn’t be able to do it, she was so sure she would hardly be able to speak to him at al.. she always got so emotional over everything and it was just unimaginable especially when it was someone close to her.. It was all going to be too much. When Mrs Smythe finished talking to Tasha she knew she was going to have to call Josh and see how he was feeling which was pretty obvious because how else could you really feel when you just lost your 12 year old little sister? He was going to be obviously devastated and probably feeling very hopeless, she felt so much sympathy for their family, his mum would be shattered loosing her little 12 year old baby, no parent wants her child to die before her.. As the Yoruba people would say “olorun ma je ki omo soju wa ku.” But unfortunately for Mrs Johnson (Josh’s mum) fate had decided to work against her. Sarah was still sat on the floor and she wasn’t saying anything, her face was blank and she looked so emotionless, Mrs Smythe really wished she could take this pain away from her, this was the moment when she wanted to be a “super-hero mum” Sarah stretched out her hand to her mum to get the phone, she tried to dial Josh’s number but she couldn’t because her hands were shaking and she really didn’t know why, all of a sudden she was encompassed with fear and her whole world was filled with darkness, she felt so lonelier than she ever had, even though her mum was standing right next to her it felt like she was in a black hole all by herself.. She wanted to be rescued from this pain but there was no one that would be capable of doing that except Josh obviously. After about 5minutes she finally typed in Josh’s mobile number and immediately it started ringin she mentally smacked herself, what would she say to him? There was no word suitable to say to someone who just lost his little sister… and then he picked up the phone, he sounded like he’d been crying for hours upon hours, she could tell from his voice that he was broken, Josh never cried, she had never seen him cry but this incidence had taken him to the edge, he had been hit with something that was more than him, the loss of his sister had thrown him off the edge and made him loose his composure.
Sarah had a sense of guilt flowing through her but she didn’t know why but what she had done earlier on that day was haunting her, how could she had been so evil? But then come to think about it, that didn’t have anything whatsoever to do with Monique (josh’s sister) or did it now? (3hours earlier)
Sarah was going to Josh’s house with a motive, a motive that was very unlike her.. She was going to do something that she has been influenced to do by her friend Tasha. Josh had been her best friend since they were about 6 and all through their friendship there had been no romantically attachment whatsoever but all this changed when Josh started dating a girl from their school called Sonya, the relationship started about 2months ago and Sarah noticed that Josh had began spending less time with her and more time with his newly found love, this made her jealous and full of hatred, she really didn’t like not being inn good terms with someone cause it always made her feel very uncomfortable but since Josh was with Sonya now she had to put up with Sonya’s presence more often or she’d even see less of Josh and she really didn’t like thinking about loosing her best friend. Tasha was someone who cared about her friends and would haunt anyone that hurt them, she didn’t like seeing Sarah upset or moody so she decided that she had to come up with something that would make Sarah happier than she was and that would have to be in line with getting rid of Sonya, she thought about trying to break up their relationship but she knew Josh too well and was pretty sure he would do anything to stay with his girlfriend so at the end she came up with an idea that was way out of line but she didn’t care as long as her friend was happy..
When Sarah got to Josh’s house he was sat in the sitting room with Monique, they were watching Pop-Girl which was Monique’s favourite channel and everyone was used to watching it cause she would normally get really emotional when anyone changed the channel.. Josh looked so happy and content that Sarah couldn’t help but smile, she went over to hug him and sat on his lap watching television together and everything was so perfect until that “bitch” Sonya walked in with her skinny blue jeans, neon pink belt, a leopard print blouse and a black high heeled boot, Josh jumped up immediately she came in and that was the peak of it.. Sarah just couldn’t take it anymore, she was going to stop acting nice to Sonya, so she offered to make Jollof rice for everyone, normally Josh would stay with her in the kitchen while she cooked but today he was more concerned with his girlfriend and that just gave her the space she needed to carry out her planned mischief . She made the food and served everyone’s food but right before she took the tray into the dinning room she added a drop or two of chamomile and peanut butter flavouring in Sonya’s plate because she knew Sonya was allergic to chamomile and peanut butter but didn’t know that Monique was also allergic to those things but Monique’s allergies were worse and life threatening .. Everyone ate and Sarah decided to go home feeling very content about what she had just done..
But unfortunately the plates had swivelled around and Monique had ended up with Sonya’s plate..
I've only written three parts so far and I might not update for a week or two. If you have any ideas or criticism, tell me. @FutureMrsSmythe on Twitter.
