“Hey Tiffany what are you looking at?”
“I’m looking at this,” swishing into the air lightly the picture she’s holding. “You know it’s so weird Bree coz someone just left it on my front door. No one sees who drop this here and what creeps me most is this,” pointing at the picture.
“OMFG! Tiffany, like who will cross out the face of Dave and Ms. Ormia?”
“I know right”. The two look at Stacy’s direction when she instantly but-in to their conversation. “Don’t give that how-the-hell-did-you-know look, ok? Someone send that to me too. Plus a pot of dead nettle flower. Crazy isn’t it?” she asked sniggering.
“It’s not funny Stacy.”
“Yah Bree is totally right. So stop.”
“Tiffany the picture and the flower don’t mean anything. Breenie bee here is just over reacting,” poking Breenie’s waist.
Breenie announced flabbergasted, “what do you mean those don’t mean anything? Don’t you know that these people,” tapping the faces of Ms.Ormia and Dave at the picture. “Died. Ms.Ormia was burnt alive and Dave was shot twice. And that’s just what you gonna say?”
Stacy rolls her big blue eyes ignoring what Breenie told them. Then she sits bumpy on the couch besides Tiffany. “Aren’t you gonna eat this?” referring to the box of white chocolate that’s partially open on the top of the center table.
“Well you know I’m allergic to nuts so obviously someone wants to kill me by lulling me with that delectable looking chocolates,” Tiffany picks up the box of chocolate and handed it to Stacy.
Breenie snatches the box and get a few chocolates before she give it back to Stacy. With her mouth full of what she’s eating she reads…
We Real Cool
(Gwendolyn Brooks)
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
“Where did you get that Breenie bee? So rhymeee. Tee-hee.”
“Stacy stop taunting me by call me that name,” she yells at her. “I found it on Tiffany’s mail box and it’s addressed to me and rhymeee? Really? Is that the best adjective you got?”
“Oh yah I forgot you don’t have your own house and you live here with Tiff so maybe that’s the reason why you didn’t receive the copy of that old photo,” Stacy uttered teasing Breenie.
Tiffany irritation burst, “Will you two shush up? Or else I’m gonna kick you out. Stacy you told me over the phone that someone invited you, I mean the three of us to a photo shoot? Where is it?”
“Oh right, right I almost forget it. It’s in this posh resort few hours from here. So you two should forget about these stupid stuff,” throwing the pictures, poem written on a post card and the pot of flower on the trash. “And get your head on this pictorial ok?” she smiles flirty. “It’s tonight so pack your things and the car that will take us there is going to be here any minute.”
“Why tonight?” Breenie complains.
“Why not?” the two girls answered in unison.
After thirty minutes a beautiful vintage car stops and beeps at Tiffanys’. The three equally pretty blonde girls walk giggling towards the car. They are all excited. They didn’t bother to ask who or what modeling company invited them. All they care is that, this is a big opportunity so might just grab it without asking anything. Breenie is half-hearted with the whole thing. She thinks she saw this car somewhere but she cannot remember when and who owns it. Along their trip she keeps on glancing at the driver. She wanted to ask few important matters but she cut out that idea because she doesn’t want Stacy to tease her and accuse her of hitting on with the chauffer. After two and a half hours of lumpy road trip they can now see a flowery façade of the resort. As they entered into the main gate their jaws drop dramatically in awe with what they’re seeing. Different kinds of flowers everywhere and an aviary on the right side of the garden like lawn. They keep on snickering on their seats. Too excited to go out of the car and explore the classy place. Tiffany and Stacy instantly stepped out as the car stops.
“Hmm Mr. do you know who owns this place? And who sent you to pick us up?” Breenie asks fluttering her lashes.
“Sorry I don’t know the man uttered in Spanish accent.”
Stacy shouted, “hey Breenie bee aren’t you gonna come with us?”
Breenie smiled with the chauffer and then move out of the car and walk towards the direction of her two friends.
“You’re not hitting on him, are you? Tiffany asked her perusing.
“Tiff let her. You know I stared at him awhile ago and he’s totally hot; like he has this Spanish aura. But sadly I didn’t hear him say a thing.”
“I’m not like you Stacy you know? I’m not gonna bang onto any random guy though I must say his accent is uber sexy.”
And they all laugh in a flirtatious way. Unaware of what’s going happen to them in this exquisite but mysterious place they indulged themselves with the view.
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