5.S L E E P O V E R M O D E
The doorbell rang. “Mariah! The pizza’s here,” Nikki shouted from downstairs.
Nikki Lim is my friend. She’d helped me pass my Chemistry test par teaching me how to solve the frikin’ formulas our adviser gave us and that was a relief. I went downstairs. “Here the money,” I handed it to him. “Thank you!” Nikki waved before I locked the door. Why’d we order pizza? It was my idea to have pizza with Nikki while Aeyla and Norah went to town to celebrate some event down in Houston Street. This is a sleepover. I want to do something fun before I go to Aunt Lourdes’ house and it is happening right now.
“The pizza guy is so hot,” Nikki giggled and she interrupted my thoughts.
I grabbed 2 cans of coca from the fridge while she talks about the “hot” called pizza guy. “Do toi agree?” she added smiling.
“Um…I don’t think he’s that hot. I mean he’s fine looking. A bit shorter toi know,” I shook my head. Nikki leaned on the table, tableau and tapped her fingers.
“You think? Do toi think—oh! You’re the one who’s crushing on the Riley guy.
He’s short too for your type,” she teased. I don’t want to talk about him.
Not tonight.
“He’s not short. toi haven’t seen him yet,” I snapped, about to giggle. Oh come on! Why do I need to giggle? “And, I don’t want to talk about him,” I added. Nikki sat down in the couch. “Wait, is he cute?”
She giggled waiting for a positive answer. I didn’t answer her first. I went to microwave popcorn.
While waiting for an answer, she went upstairs to change into lit clothes.
I sighed. Why does everyone have to talk about Riley? Can they just pause that subject? I shook my head. After the first few minutes the room smelled like buttered popcorn. I handed a tray and placed everything needed.
Chocolates, pizza, cokes, pop corn, maïs soufflé and two glasses of lait were on the tray.
Nikki jumped down the stairs. “Ooh. Let me help you,” she a dit getting the bowl of pop corn, maïs soufflé and the chocolates. “Thanks,” I replied. “This is so good,” she picked one. “Wait, save it for upstairs,” I laughed. Grapes, I thought. I forgot the grapes.
I quickly grabbed the grapes from the fruit basket and we both went upstairs.
“Which movie do toi want?” I searched through the shelves. I haven’t changed to my lit clothes yet. I’m still on my jeans. Nikki was chewing on popcorn. “Anything, what do toi have there?” she added. I tiptoed so I can read the other titles from above. “Bring it On, Dear John, Valentines Day, umm….She’s the Man?” I asked. “She’s the Man? Yes! She’s the Man, I haven’t watched it yet. Play it,” She a dit as if she one a Golden Award. “Kristie told me that this was her favorite.” The DVD player opened, I placed the DVD inside.
“That’s cool,” I said, sitting on the lit beside her.
The movie began.
During the movie, we laughed together until our lungs burst out. This was fun.
I liked the movie, really. I l’amour romantic comedy movies. They make my day.
Time passed par it was already 11:45 pm. Aeyla and Norah haven’t arrived yet.
They will soon, I think. “Goodnight Mariah,” Nikki a dit beside me.
“Goodnight too,” I smiled. The light switched off as I turned it.
The moment I woke up this morning, I felt a little nervous. The idea of spending the summer with my Aunt and her kids made me decide not to go. But, I have to.
I agreed already. There was no turning back.
I looked at the time. It was past 8 am. I need to get up.
After a douche and I changed my clothes, there was a knock on the door. It was Norah. “Breakfast is ready,” she smiled at me. She has the sweetest smile.
I laughed. “Thanks, Norah. I’ll be down in a minute,” I said.
She smiled and shut the door.
I brushed my hair, grabbed my stuff and went for the door.
Downstairs I saw Aeyla, Sean and Norah eating eggs. They were talking.
“Good morning everyone,” I sat on my usual chair. “So, you’re off to the Cruz’s now?” Sean asked still chewing. And I heard him mumbled “Excuse me.”
“Yeah I’m a little nervous, though,” I scooped eggs and two hotdogs.
Norah stood up and went to the fridge. She got a pitcher of pomme juice.
“Everyone gets nervous, honey,” Norah a dit pouring jus, jus de in our glasses. “Just be yourself,” Aeyla added placing her plate in the sink. “Ready?” Sean asked Aeyla.
“Yeah, wait. I’m just going to grab my bag,” Aeyla went upstairs.
I chewed and drank juice. “Where toi guys going?” I asked curious. “Art class,” Sean said. I looked at him, puzzled. “She wants to try something new, toi know girls these days,” he explained. “Ooh,” Me and Norah chorused as if we get it.
Sean replied, “Yep.”
Suddenly Aeyla appeared from upstairs. “Gotta go, good luck Mariah, and l’amour you” she hugged me. “We’ll come to visit, sometime, ‘kay?” she added.
“Okay, have a sûr, sans danger ride,” I a dit as she went for the door. Then I looked at Norah and hugged her.
This is it, I thought. My scooter went to a stop on the gate of the subdivision.
I read, McKinley Hills.
“Cruz residence,” I said. The security guard gave me a visitor pass.
“Turn on the suivant street, then toi will turn right, then left, when toi see a house with myrtille trees on both side, you’re there.” the security guard pointed. I nodded and answered thank you.
This is such a quiet place. Quiet, but beautiful. I never seen so beautiful.
Most of the houses here are mansions. I turned my head left to right, admiring the place. There are parks and oh! Look a pavilion, how nice. Like the ones toi see in A Cendrillon Story were Chad and Hilary danced, I giggled recalling that scene. Call me crazy but, I never seen a place like this, promise.
On the corner of the street, an old lady stood there, cutting grass. She suddenly waved at me, like we knew each other. I smiled and honk.
I made a left. I saw the twin trees the security guard was saying. I opened my mouth. “Oh. My. God,” I pronounced each word. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I went down. I think we got the wrong house last weekend the one we had a graduation after party? Nope. “This is the one,” I answered my own question.
The house’s structure has a big gate not taller than the trees, plus like on the level of its trunk, two big red brick walls on both sides covered in vines.
Then on the middle, inside the gate, a fontaine stood there.
Suddenly the gate opened par itself. I revved my scooter and went inside.
I didn’t expect this kind of structure. This is going to be an unforgettable summer, I think.
The doorbell rang. “Mariah! The pizza’s here,” Nikki shouted from downstairs.
Nikki Lim is my friend. She’d helped me pass my Chemistry test par teaching me how to solve the frikin’ formulas our adviser gave us and that was a relief. I went downstairs. “Here the money,” I handed it to him. “Thank you!” Nikki waved before I locked the door. Why’d we order pizza? It was my idea to have pizza with Nikki while Aeyla and Norah went to town to celebrate some event down in Houston Street. This is a sleepover. I want to do something fun before I go to Aunt Lourdes’ house and it is happening right now.
“The pizza guy is so hot,” Nikki giggled and she interrupted my thoughts.
I grabbed 2 cans of coca from the fridge while she talks about the “hot” called pizza guy. “Do toi agree?” she added smiling.
“Um…I don’t think he’s that hot. I mean he’s fine looking. A bit shorter toi know,” I shook my head. Nikki leaned on the table, tableau and tapped her fingers.
“You think? Do toi think—oh! You’re the one who’s crushing on the Riley guy.
He’s short too for your type,” she teased. I don’t want to talk about him.
Not tonight.
“He’s not short. toi haven’t seen him yet,” I snapped, about to giggle. Oh come on! Why do I need to giggle? “And, I don’t want to talk about him,” I added. Nikki sat down in the couch. “Wait, is he cute?”
She giggled waiting for a positive answer. I didn’t answer her first. I went to microwave popcorn.
While waiting for an answer, she went upstairs to change into lit clothes.
I sighed. Why does everyone have to talk about Riley? Can they just pause that subject? I shook my head. After the first few minutes the room smelled like buttered popcorn. I handed a tray and placed everything needed.
Chocolates, pizza, cokes, pop corn, maïs soufflé and two glasses of lait were on the tray.
Nikki jumped down the stairs. “Ooh. Let me help you,” she a dit getting the bowl of pop corn, maïs soufflé and the chocolates. “Thanks,” I replied. “This is so good,” she picked one. “Wait, save it for upstairs,” I laughed. Grapes, I thought. I forgot the grapes.
I quickly grabbed the grapes from the fruit basket and we both went upstairs.
“Which movie do toi want?” I searched through the shelves. I haven’t changed to my lit clothes yet. I’m still on my jeans. Nikki was chewing on popcorn. “Anything, what do toi have there?” she added. I tiptoed so I can read the other titles from above. “Bring it On, Dear John, Valentines Day, umm….She’s the Man?” I asked. “She’s the Man? Yes! She’s the Man, I haven’t watched it yet. Play it,” She a dit as if she one a Golden Award. “Kristie told me that this was her favorite.” The DVD player opened, I placed the DVD inside.
“That’s cool,” I said, sitting on the lit beside her.
The movie began.
During the movie, we laughed together until our lungs burst out. This was fun.
I liked the movie, really. I l’amour romantic comedy movies. They make my day.
Time passed par it was already 11:45 pm. Aeyla and Norah haven’t arrived yet.
They will soon, I think. “Goodnight Mariah,” Nikki a dit beside me.
“Goodnight too,” I smiled. The light switched off as I turned it.
The moment I woke up this morning, I felt a little nervous. The idea of spending the summer with my Aunt and her kids made me decide not to go. But, I have to.
I agreed already. There was no turning back.
I looked at the time. It was past 8 am. I need to get up.
After a douche and I changed my clothes, there was a knock on the door. It was Norah. “Breakfast is ready,” she smiled at me. She has the sweetest smile.
I laughed. “Thanks, Norah. I’ll be down in a minute,” I said.
She smiled and shut the door.
I brushed my hair, grabbed my stuff and went for the door.
Downstairs I saw Aeyla, Sean and Norah eating eggs. They were talking.
“Good morning everyone,” I sat on my usual chair. “So, you’re off to the Cruz’s now?” Sean asked still chewing. And I heard him mumbled “Excuse me.”
“Yeah I’m a little nervous, though,” I scooped eggs and two hotdogs.
Norah stood up and went to the fridge. She got a pitcher of pomme juice.
“Everyone gets nervous, honey,” Norah a dit pouring jus, jus de in our glasses. “Just be yourself,” Aeyla added placing her plate in the sink. “Ready?” Sean asked Aeyla.
“Yeah, wait. I’m just going to grab my bag,” Aeyla went upstairs.
I chewed and drank juice. “Where toi guys going?” I asked curious. “Art class,” Sean said. I looked at him, puzzled. “She wants to try something new, toi know girls these days,” he explained. “Ooh,” Me and Norah chorused as if we get it.
Sean replied, “Yep.”
Suddenly Aeyla appeared from upstairs. “Gotta go, good luck Mariah, and l’amour you” she hugged me. “We’ll come to visit, sometime, ‘kay?” she added.
“Okay, have a sûr, sans danger ride,” I a dit as she went for the door. Then I looked at Norah and hugged her.
This is it, I thought. My scooter went to a stop on the gate of the subdivision.
I read, McKinley Hills.
“Cruz residence,” I said. The security guard gave me a visitor pass.
“Turn on the suivant street, then toi will turn right, then left, when toi see a house with myrtille trees on both side, you’re there.” the security guard pointed. I nodded and answered thank you.
This is such a quiet place. Quiet, but beautiful. I never seen so beautiful.
Most of the houses here are mansions. I turned my head left to right, admiring the place. There are parks and oh! Look a pavilion, how nice. Like the ones toi see in A Cendrillon Story were Chad and Hilary danced, I giggled recalling that scene. Call me crazy but, I never seen a place like this, promise.
On the corner of the street, an old lady stood there, cutting grass. She suddenly waved at me, like we knew each other. I smiled and honk.
I made a left. I saw the twin trees the security guard was saying. I opened my mouth. “Oh. My. God,” I pronounced each word. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I went down. I think we got the wrong house last weekend the one we had a graduation after party? Nope. “This is the one,” I answered my own question.
The house’s structure has a big gate not taller than the trees, plus like on the level of its trunk, two big red brick walls on both sides covered in vines.
Then on the middle, inside the gate, a fontaine stood there.
Suddenly the gate opened par itself. I revved my scooter and went inside.
I didn’t expect this kind of structure. This is going to be an unforgettable summer, I think.
You’re the reason why
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
toi used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
toi made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only toi knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
toi ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But toi were wrong
plus so than any l’amour song
toi made me want to sing
With toi following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing toi that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
toi used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
toi made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only toi knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
toi ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But toi were wrong
plus so than any l’amour song
toi made me want to sing
With toi following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing toi that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of célébrités turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in montrer business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived par his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived par his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! toi always end up like this. Maybe toi should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face ou back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! toi always end up like this. Maybe toi should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face ou back. Not me!
Please e-mail me ou comment. Tell me if toi like this segment ou not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.