On The Search

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 Prologue:

    "Isis, wake up woman!"

"But mom," I complained. Snuggling more into my blanket I hid myself from the world, "I just want to keep sleeping."

"No buts missy!" She exclaimed, pulling at my blanket. Groaning I lazily tried to pull back. Pausing for a moment she laughed at herself, "Isis, I said butts."

I laughed, "You're so lame mom."  Ripping my blanket off my body she then clumsily ran away with it yelling, "Get ready for school, you stinker."

"Hey! I'll have you know I took a shower last night woman!"   I scoffed, getting up. Heading straight to my bathroom I quickly turned on my straightener. "Alright. So. First things first, clothes" I mumbled to myself walking over to my closet.

Opening the door to the closet I picked out some classic black and white soccer sweats. Ducking down to the shoes I picked my plain, just washed, white vans. 'Alright, now for the shirt,' I commanded myself, in my head. Walking over to my dresser I picked my black and white baseball T-Shirt. Quickly, I got my undergarments, making sure they were all either black or white.

Placing my clothes on my bed I walked back over to my bathroom.      Groaning I mumbled, "I can't find  hair tie... Oh, here it is." Grabbing a close by hair tie I put my hair up and started to wash my face and then brush my teeth. Finally, I started to straighten my down-to-my-butt black soft hair.Finshing the last strand of my hair I quickly changed. 'Oliva should be hear soon,' I thought to myself, looking at the time on my black IPhone 4.

Heading down the stairs I heard the door open and then a familiar voice saying, "Hey Valerie! Where's the lame she-wolf at.?" 

Stopping at the bottom of the stairs I put my hands on my hip. "Lame.?" I Scoffed, voicing my thoughts.

Snapping her head over to my direction she smilled, "You know I love you."   Oliva is one of the most prettiest she-wolf I know. She has the length of hair as me, but hers being light blonde. Her eyes are bright blue, something I've always been jealous of, my eyes are gray. She also has white skin while mine is tan. We're the same height and can pretty much fit in each other's clothes. She was wearing some dark blue skinny jeans with a white shirt that said, 'Relax Bro.'

Walking over to her I rolled my eyes and replied, "Who doesn't.?"   

"Cocky much.?" She laughed, giving me a small shove. Laughing with her I commented, "You said cocky."

Shaking her head at me we both walked into the kitchen where my mom set both of us some Frosted Flakes. After we finished I quickly washed the dishes before running past my mom to get a glazed donut. Following my actions Oliva got a chocolate donut before we walked out yelling bye to my mom.

*Kind Of Want To Read Whats Under This*

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Soo... Yeah. This is Just The Prologue . It's kind of just there to help you see how their personality is and how they dress. Isis is Hispanic, but you can't rely on her to say a whole paragraph in spanish. Oliva is Sweeden, she has the same problem as Isis.  The location is Orange City, California. Yes, Isis and Oliva are rich. They do show that they are, but they're not snotty.