MAYA 2 - A Hidden KEY-

CHAPTER 1

Dear diary Donna kun here.

My sister persuaded me to write down my thoughts and feelings within these pages,to spill whatever i need to.

So here's to new and improved!
My sister's called Maya, and recently she's changed

The way she walks,talks and acts has changed. At least she seems that way. It scares me.

It scares me because i don't understand it, what to do about it or how to deal with it.

One possibility could be our mother. Alice anjeru. The glittering bright eyed apple of our eyes. the public's eyes. our eyes and the public's are interconnected so strongly it's difficult to remember where one truth begins and the other tabloid ends.

Our mum will soon be undergoing a divorce settlement with our father, the signs are all there, the name calling, the rigidness of her skin when we ask about dad, tight as a elastic band and sharp as one that had been hit by one overstretched.

she had mentioned there is something big she needs to tell us about it. So we hold our breath until she returns...

"Sana, what is it?"

"Miss kirencho, i'm so sorry to disturb you but your mother had requested your presence tomorrow night,it was scheduled a fortnite ago, she wants both you and Donna to prepare for her return ."

"Oh, offcourse! Thank you Sana,for informing me."

I growled under my sheets curling into a ball. Some cheek! Calling my sister formally, with respect,dignity! Always saying Miss Kirencho

And yet...mine is never said the same.

Distant laughs from the maids i can hear, even when drowning myself with the big covers. "Donna,r u still sulking dear?"
The maids knocked at the door patiently, in a fit or giggles.

I was fully aware that if a maid had said you and "Donna.",Maya would have ussually spoken up about it Put her in her place!
It's disrespectful to be on first name basis when not given authority especially for someone at our ranking. Or at least in our household.

"You know Donna's name already,Couldn't you call her mistress like you do for me?"
I suppose the true reason i despise the slip ups of names is because my own is despicably western, and i hate it.

Asked my mum once why i was called it.

"Oh honey,it was your father who had chosen your name,not me." My mother's newly cut brown hair hung prettily in a bob, for once not sweeping over my eyes abruptly as she slowly turned to face me.

Her accountant,however scuttled around her room while she sipped some woolong tea.

"I'm aware that you don't like your name, but i think it's quite lovely, your father and i had chosen for me to name the first baby and your father the second."

"Ah, ofcourse...so this was kai's doing" i strained from the news.

I had prepared for the whiplash of hair to smack me, but it never came. I looked at my mum, silent as ever. Although i admired how courageous she was to cut her ever so luscious locks, when the glossy strands sunk to the floor it had felt like a part of her had been beheaded.

It felt as if someone had partially died,their shiny remains layered the salon floorboards in massive clumps.

Suddenly she embraced me.
"Honey!  please don't call him by Kai outside these walls. I totally understand why, with your relation ship being...
"What relationship?" I sneered angrily.

My mother spun back round, her pretty face bottled with stress. "Your retorts are unbecoming Donna." she spoke coldy.