hi everyone. sorry i have been so busy a lot of shits happened to me lately and i kinda not in the right track of writing something , well here it is. enjoy.
I am not your oxygen.
TALA's POV
"this house is huge, the moldings the carvings and everything. It's glamorous and elegant and yeah..you're rich..." Clar exclaimed with exageration and amusement on her face as she check out every ounce and inch of our house.
"my mom designed the carvings and well all of it...the interior design Classical-modern and furniture were my ideas." I proudly said glaring at my mom and gave me a sheepish smile. She excused herself and paced towards the kitchen, which what I think is well,.... will going to prepare something to eat.
"aunt Sylvia, let me help". Jazz with her arms flipped on her chest staring ferociously at Sandy as she rolled her eyes and followed my mom to the kitchen.
Sandy with furrowed brows paid a nasty face to Jazz and gave me a questioning stare. "she still hates me, doesn't she?"
I looked away and ignored her but guess what am I thinking??.. well Yeah. for a bitch like you?. why wouldn't she.
"what is this?" Alex seated on the sofa and asked in confusion as she was reffering to the scratched papers scattering on our white foamy rug and my moms drawing materials. She picked one crumpled paper on the floor and spread it neatly. "wow!" ... She looked at me with amazement as she widened her eyes with her mouth agaped.
"what's that?" Clar seated besides Alex and so was Sandy as they tilted their head looking at the content of the paper.
"that's mom's" I said with my hands behind my back and leaned to the wall."she's a production designer and an art director for some TV Series and sort of Movies like X-men, Thor, HP 1-7.. well apparently she's working with....the grimm tv series..and the flash..." I added as I stuttered. The girls faces were filled of amazement, adorations and..I don't know... they just gave me a google wanderer eyes..
"and you forgot to mention the 'VICTORIA's SECRET ANNUAL RUNWAY" Jazz exclaimed with a tray of drinks on her hands and grinned widely towards us but brushed it off when she turned to Sandy.
She placed the tray on the tea table and Clar get one of the glass first and took a sip on it. "damn. your momma is a celebrity!" Clar stated with adoration and reverence and turned her head to Sandy.. "Sandy, way to go to fuck Cara Delivigne? your fucking hot gay super model crush! , but I doubt she would loved to. You're basically not her type.." clar stated as she laughed harshly catching everybody's attention and got a 'fuck you stares' from Sandy.
"well, so..blood of an artist runs in the family, eh?" . Alex utters breaking into the current topic with a smile on her face while she's reaching for her drinks too. I smiled on the inside of me still managed to give Alex a blank face.
well yeah.. my mom is an artist and my dad.....we barely talk and sees each other,but I can tell people loves him so much....he's a good act-..
my deep thought had been cutted out before I realized, Jazz is already in front of me, snapped me out with her thumb "what are you waiting for?" she asked bewiderely. "what?" I asked blankly.
"honey, I've been telling you the whole time, you gotta change!" I looked from my mom and back to myself, glaring down at my body and to the girls in front of me with a blushed on their faces except for Clarice who doesn't care about the situation while munching on my mom's baked cookies like a starving dork.
