Live, Laugh, Love

Chapter 1 - "I was Just About To Drop It Like Its Hot... "

Seraphina MacDonald

“Oh! I love to shake my booty! ” I yelled standing on the sofa and shaking my flat rump in the air, imitating King Julien “WHO'S THE KING? KING JULIEN!! WHO'S THE KING? KING JULIEN!!”

“Serra stop yelling, the TV is loud eno–” mom stopped mid-sentence upon seeing my ass flaring up and down.

I probably look like a baby trying to fling off her diaper.

I bet my ass is jiggling.

She raised a questioning eyebrow at me and in return I gave her a toothy grin, my head between my legs.

“Why hello my dear, beautiful, loving mother. ” I greeted in a British accent “Are you here to feed your poor, starving daughter? Probably present her with the rest of lasagna left in the fridge? For being the world's best, most helpful daughter ever. ”

She playfully rolls her eyes at me, “If you want it then sure. ”

It was that easy? Oh phooey. . .

In a hurry to set myself upright, I somehow stepped on my hair and ended up tumbling to the floor like a 130lb sack of potatoes.

I am a potato, hehehe…

Pain shot up my beautiful rear end, making me hiss slightly.

Snap out of it Serra! The lasagna is on the line. Go! Go! Go!!

That was all the motivation I needed.

I shot up on my feet faster than you could say ‘Mississippi’, and zoomed to the kitchen. All while mom stood there, laughing at me.

It's been a day and two weeks since mom and I moved to our new small homey styled house in Fort Lauderdale, Florida and so far it's been smooth sailing. Except for the fact that we're finally gonna have dinner with our next door neighbors that have been away for two weeks.

Yeah, finally.

So far, I've made zero friends.... except for that old male cashier that works at Walmart… apart from him, no one else.

I actually like it that way. No friends equal no drama, no drama equals peace and peace equals a happy Seraphina.

But they can never stay away.

The point is, I, Seraphina MacDonald is in now way, exited for this little meet and greet. My mom on the other hand… let's just say, she's been more excited than a kid that won an entire candy store.

Imagine your mom bouncing on her feet, droning on about how excited she is to finally meet your neighbors while picking out a dress for you and squealing each time she picks a dress that she likes.

Yeah that's how she's been. She's acting as if she's meeting Donald Trump.

Yeah maybe wouldn't be so excited for that meeting…

Its quite scary to tell the truth.

I would understand if we were going to a restaurant to have dinner, but she invited them over here for dinner. Is the dress really necessary?

Yeah. I hate dresses. And heels. And when someone steals my food.

But the point is that I hate dresses.

Honestly, I wish I could be as enthusiastic about this as she is. I think our personality is due to the fact that we are nothing like each other. Image wise.

While she has light blonde shoulder length hair, I have mid-back length dark brown hair. She has hazel colored eyes, I have onyx colored eyes.

Which means that unfortunately, I have the looks of my he-who-shall-not-be-named, aka my dear father.