'Ms. Chara Rodgers, I expect you to get your ass here down to breakfast, and this very minute', said Zara, trying to keep every inch of politeness in her already annoyed tone.
Zara was a mother of two now, both of them the most beautiful yet annoying pair of siblings ever.
Chara irritatedly rubbed her eyes and slammed the door of the washroom while Zara smiled at her triumph.
'That's my baby', said Chris, coming into the room, laughing at his daughter.
'I hate both of you. It's Sunday Dad!!', she screamed through brushing her teeth.
'Yeah but you have to go for ice skating with Zarius and Emily, so get ready and come down for breakfast, we loovvee youuu', shouted Chris while sliding down the steps, just like he did at college, a shrieking Zara following behind to make sure he doesn't break any of the new vases she bought
Chara laughed and shook her head at her dad's stupidity, it almost seemed like he was growing younger as she grew older. Being seventeen wasn't an easy job, especially with school, different competitions and an annoying two year younger brother who's relationships depended on her expert advice
Being the daughter of two of the most amazingly talented people in the world she expects herself to live up to their name. She's not just Chara, She's Chara Ryder Rodgers
That name speaks confidence, it speaks justice, faith and hope
It speaks of the legends her mom and dad were, are and forever will be
And she better keep it that way
Debates, Speeches, Writing, all of this has been keeping her hectic life all the more busy, but she doesn't mind it, she will do anything and everything to live up to her name
Chara Ryder Rodgers
But finally, for today she can breathe all she wants
Why?
'Its Sunday, and Sunday is Fun Day'
She chuckles at what her godmother, Lily ,had told her when she was nine, burdened with one of those slam poetry competitions.
She got dressed heavily in her blue jacket and black jeans, the weather would be cold at the grounds.
She tied her black wavy hair into a neat fishtail braid, she remembers learning the art from her mother from whom she'd inherited her own locks
And just as she was about to get down for breakfast, in came Zarius, panting, a pair of jeans and a red flannel in hand.
She looked at his face and knew what he wanted immediately
'Dressing advice?', she smirked, knowingly
'Yes, ma'am', his hand shot up in salute to his sibling, responsible for patching him up with most of his girlfriends
Now, the development in town was that this young man was crushing on his aunt Lily's daughter, young and beautiful Emily
Emily and Zarius have been friends since birth. Being the child of Lily and Shane, she was born happy and with killer looks, which have apparently worked on this poor guy's heart.
Both, the same age, joined school together, and have been best friends ever since
Not from his side tho
wink wink
Anywho, Zarius had always had this tiny crush on Emily since kindergarten but he had always been shy to admit it. Eventually he had had enough and by the end of this month he was gonna ask her out, whether she liked it or not
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