STRICKEN

Chapter two

Dedicated to IAMABIGMAC
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I ripped out the bobby pins holding my auburn locks back. Right now my hair was a monstrous version of Albert Einstein's.

Grimacing, I picked up my hair brush and began to disentangle the knots gently. I couldn't bear a sore scalp today.

Well at least, I looked less like an amateur motorcycle rider now.

My phone lit up immediately indicating a call.

Miss Santiago New Apartment.

I chuckled at the name I had come up with.

"Hello miss" I tried ringing out cheerfully. I had promised to call her yesterday but well.. I'm only human, and humans forget.

"Well hello, look who we have here. Our very punctual and accurate, might I add, customer who.."

Holy Mother of Moses

"I'm so sorry Miss Santiago. It slipped my mind and I sincerely apologise for my carelessness"

Was it awful that I rolled my eyes during this apology?

"Oh whatever, what's the final verdict? Would we be meeting tomorrow?"

She was one hell of a friendly and funny agent.

"Certainly ma'am, what.."

"Miss Santiago!"

"Sorry.. Miss Santiago"

"Am just a young woman", she cried.  "Who knows, I could even be your age".

"Yeah, I  understand"

"That's what you said the other day"

"Did I?" I chuckled.

"Ugh.. whatever. See you tomorrow", and with that, she hung up.

Very polite.

Tieing my hair in a high ponytail - I was a sorry sucker for ponytails - I swished out of my room and bounced down to the kitchen.

Stomachs were rumbling, mouths were watering, food needed to be eaten..

The attractive aroma of gooey brownies lured me to the counter where Cloney had served my precious meal.

And you ask me why I love Cloney so much.

I really wondered what certain foods' last words were while saying goodbye to the world.
May our souls rest in peaceful pieces?

I dug into a brownie and moaned happily when the rich chocolate hit my taste buds. Pure nirvana.

I looked up to find Cloney staring with big puzzled blue eyes.

"What?"

"You have no idea how you sound. A passing neighbor might think.."

"Oh shut up", I groaned. "How was mum able to put up with you?"

"Well about that.."

"No no no..You are forty-five, I'm twenty one.. aren't there some shit you'd like to keep to yourself for life? You know, like what you spend your leisure time doing with someone who happens to be my mom?" My cheeks were plastered with a very fake smile as I batted my lashes incessantly.

"You know, you're the one who could win us a debating award.
And I desperately hope your lashes won't come off or we'll just have better brooms to sweep the whole.."