Chapter 17
Author's note; we're gonna take a look at some familiar characters
Belcourt, November 3rd 2309
Emily McShayne was at Tiffany's house after school that day doing their math homework. All the while Emily was looking up from her math book to see Tiffany's parents moving stuff or carrying stuff.
"What are your parents doing Tiffany?" asked Emily.
"Well," said Tiffany. "Every month the real estate company my dad works for has a meet and great party for the staff at the real estate company to get to know each other. This month my dad's the host."
Tiffany got up when she heard a knock on the door. Her father was also going to the door.
Tiffany and Mr. Kaye Todd opened the door to see a man standing there holding a couple boxes.
"Mr. Nat's catering company," said the man. "Food delivery for Julius Kaye Todd?"
"Yes," said Mr. Kaye Todd. "Thank you." He stepped aside for the man to come in with the boxes.
"You know," said Tiffany. "I'm surprised Michelle hasn't returned from the selection."
Emily huffed.
"I know," she said. "I've seen her on the reports and during that ball over the weekend dancing with the prince! She's acting as though she's already the queen!"
"I didn't think you'd be watching the report" said Tiffany looking surprised.
"You never know when she'll get sent home" said Emily smugly.
"Are you sure you should be talking about the lower castes like this?" asked Tiffany a bit unsure. "I mean after all our queen used to be an eight."
Emily frowned.
"I have tremendous respect for the queen" she huffed.
Just then Tiffany's mother came in to the kitchen.
"Mom I picked up you're dress for the party from the dry cleaners on the way home," said Tiffany. "It's on your bed right now."
"Thank you Tiff," said Mrs. Kaye Todd. "Could you and Emily be dears and help me pick up chairs from the basement?"
"I'd love the pleasure Mrs. Kaye Todd," said Emily trying to sound humble. "But I really do have to run. I promised my mom I'd be home soon."
"Oh," said Mrs. Kaye Todd looking a bit disappointed. "Well goodbye."
"Goodbye, I'll see you tomorrow Tiffany" said Emily.
Emily put on her black coat and red knee-high boots and walked down the cold streets as large snowflakes swooshed around and hit the ground.
Emily entered her house exhausted from walking in the snow. She decided to have a snack before dinner. She took a bag of chocolate chip cookies and put three on a plate. She then went to the fridge and took out a carton of milk. She was pouring it into a glass when she saw it was all gone and her glass wasn't even near full.
Emily frowned.
"Mom!" she shouted.
Mrs. McShayne ran into the kitchen. Emily's parents worked in different departments in the wind power factory, so her mother finished her shift before her father did.
"What is it?" she asked.
"We're out of milk," complained Emily. "I thought I told you to buy more last night!"
Her mother looked a bit angry at her daughter.
"I would have, if you had helped me with the dishes last night!" she snapped.
"You should've cared more about the fact we were almost out of milk!" snapped Emily.
"You watch how you speak to me Emily Veruca McShayne," snapped Mrs. McShayne to her daughter. "Or else…"
"Or else what?!" countered Emily. "You'll take away my cellphone again? Remember what happened last time you did that? I threw the music box daddy got you on your wedding day out the window into the street and it smashed to bits. Unless you wanna end up losing something else you really love, I suggest you stop talking to me like that."
Her mother coward at her daughter's threat.
Emily was a very narcistic girl, it made her unstoppable by even her family. When she was ten her parents grounded her from watching tv for a month. Emily wouldn't stand it, she would watch tv when her parents weren't around, but one day her parents came home early and saw her watching.
After getting yelled at, Emily stormed upstairs and came down with a pole and declared that if she couldn't watch tv, then no one could and destroyed the tv with the pole.
Her parents had to go by a new one and called the punishment off.
Emily was also just as bad when her father came home a while later.
Her mother had called him to tell him to pick up more milk on the way home. But when he got home, Emily didn't say thank you, all she said was…
"About time too!"
Mr. McShayne sighed.
"You know Emily," he said. "You can't stay unemployed forever. Soon you'll have to get a job."
"Yeah!" called Mrs. McShayne. "And when are you gonna start cleaning your room, you're seventeen now!"
Emily laughed. Her vanity made her very irresponsible.
"Me? work!" she laughed. "I have better things to do then working. Someday I'm going to marry a two or a three, then I won't need to work or worry about money and I'll be able to afford a housekeeper to do housework for me."
She then haughtily walked upstairs leaving her parents with sighs.
Emily went up to her room, it was messed up. Clothes laid everywhere and her bed sheets were all messed up.
Tiffany had bought Emily a copy of this week's magazine about royal life. On the front cover was a picture of four girls in the selection. It had their names and their caste next to it.
Michelle White, 7, Kemi Buchholz, 3, Tiifu Fordyce, 8, Gem Smith, 2.
Emily frowned at seeing Michelle's picture.
"It's not fair!" she snapped. "How can these upper caste girls stand to be with lower castes like Michelle White!? I should be the one up there in the palace wearing the most beautiful dresses and having servants serving me!"
Emily threw the magazine to the bed and noticed something on the back cover of the magazine.
On it was some writing, it looked like a job hiring.
Emily picked it up and read it.
It said that the king's top advisor count Neilson was looking for some confidants between the ages of 14 and 20 in the castes between 2 and 4.
Maybe there is a way for me to be amongst royalty after all she thought.
She picked up her cellphone.
"Hello Tiffany?" said Emily. "Call Suzanne and Harper. I found an interesting proclamation."
Chapter 17
Author's note; we're gonna take a look at some familiar characters
Belcourt, November 3rd 2309
Emily McShayne was at Tiffany's house after school that day doing their math homework. All the while Emily was looking up from her math book to see Tiffany's parents moving stuff or carrying stuff.
"What are your parents doing Tiffany?" asked Emily.
"Well," said Tiffany. "Every month the real estate company my dad works for has a meet and great party for the staff at the real estate company to get to know each other. This month my dad's the host."
Tiffany got up when she heard a knock on the door. Her father was also going to the door.
Tiffany and Mr. Kaye Todd opened the door to see a man standing there holding a couple boxes.
"Mr. Nat's catering company," said the man. "Food delivery for Julius Kaye Todd?"
"Yes," said Mr. Kaye Todd. "Thank you." He stepped aside for the man to come in with the boxes.
"You know," said Tiffany. "I'm surprised Michelle hasn't returned from the selection."
Emily huffed.
"I know," she said. "I've seen her on the reports and during that ball over the weekend dancing with the prince! She's acting as though she's already the queen!"
"I didn't think you'd be watching the report" said Tiffany looking surprised.
"You never know when she'll get sent home" said Emily smugly.
"Are you sure you should be talking about the lower castes like this?" asked Tiffany a bit unsure. "I mean after all our queen used to be an eight."
Emily frowned.
"I have tremendous respect for the queen" she huffed.
Just then Tiffany's mother came in to the kitchen.
"Mom I picked up you're dress for the party from the dry cleaners on the way home," said Tiffany. "It's on your bed right now."
"Thank you Tiff," said Mrs. Kaye Todd. "Could you and Emily be dears and help me pick up chairs from the basement?"
"I'd love the pleasure Mrs. Kaye Todd," said Emily trying to sound humble. "But I really do have to run. I promised my mom I'd be home soon."
"Oh," said Mrs. Kaye Todd looking a bit disappointed. "Well goodbye."
"Goodbye, I'll see you tomorrow Tiffany" said Emily.
Emily put on her black coat and red knee-high boots and walked down the cold streets as large snowflakes swooshed around and hit the ground.
Emily entered her house exhausted from walking in the snow. She decided to have a snack before dinner. She took a bag of chocolate chip cookies and put three on a plate. She then went to the fridge and took out a carton of milk. She was pouring it into a glass when she saw it was all gone and her glass wasn't even near full.
Emily frowned.
"Mom!" she shouted.
Mrs. McShayne ran into the kitchen. Emily's parents worked in different departments in the wind power factory, so her mother finished her shift before her father did.
"What is it?" she asked.
"We're out of milk," complained Emily. "I thought I told you to buy more last night!"
Her mother looked a bit angry at her daughter.
"I would have, if you had helped me with the dishes last night!" she snapped.
"You should've cared more about the fact we were almost out of milk!" snapped Emily.
"You watch how you speak to me Emily Veruca McShayne," snapped Mrs. McShayne to her daughter. "Or else…"
"Or else what?!" countered Emily. "You'll take away my cellphone again? Remember what happened last time you did that? I threw the music box daddy got you on your wedding day out the window into the street and it smashed to bits. Unless you wanna end up losing something else you really love, I suggest you stop talking to me like that."
Her mother coward at her daughter's threat.
Emily was a very narcistic girl, it made her unstoppable by even her family. When she was ten her parents grounded her from watching tv for a month. Emily wouldn't stand it, she would watch tv when her parents weren't around, but one day her parents came home early and saw her watching.
After getting yelled at, Emily stormed upstairs and came down with a pole and declared that if she couldn't watch tv, then no one could and destroyed the tv with the pole.
Her parents had to go by a new one and called the punishment off.
Emily was also just as bad when her father came home a while later.
Her mother had called him to tell him to pick up more milk on the way home. But when he got home, Emily didn't say thank you, all she said was…
"About time too!"
Mr. McShayne sighed.
"You know Emily," he said. "You can't stay unemployed forever. Soon you'll have to get a job."
"Yeah!" called Mrs. McShayne. "And when are you gonna start cleaning your room, you're seventeen now!"
Emily laughed. Her vanity made her very irresponsible.
"Me? work!" she laughed. "I have better things to do then working. Someday I'm going to marry a two or a three, then I won't need to work or worry about money and I'll be able to afford a housekeeper to do housework for me."
She then haughtily walked upstairs leaving her parents with sighs.
Emily went up to her room, it was messed up. Clothes laid everywhere and her bed sheets were all messed up.
Tiffany had bought Emily a copy of this week's magazine about royal life. On the front cover was a picture of four girls in the selection. It had their names and their caste next to it.
Michelle White, 7, Kemi Buchholz, 3, Tiifu Fordyce, 8, Gem Smith, 2.
Emily frowned at seeing Michelle's picture.
"It's not fair!" she snapped. "How can these upper caste girls stand to be with lower castes like Michelle White!? I should be the one up there in the palace wearing the most beautiful dresses and having servants serving me!"
Emily threw the magazine to the bed and noticed something on the back cover of the magazine.
On it was some writing, it looked like a job hiring.
Emily picked it up and read it.
It said that the king's top advisor count Neilson was looking for some confidants between the ages of 14 and 20 in the castes between 2 and 4.
Maybe there is a way for me to be amongst royalty after all she thought.
She picked up her cellphone.
"Hello Tiffany?" said Emily. "Call Suzanne and Harper. I found an interesting proclamation."
Author's note; so which queen bee do you think Emily is similar too?
a.Mandy from Totally spies
b.Regina George from Mean Girls
c.Chris Hargensen from Carrie
d.Other
Or e. all of the above
