Chapter 4 *
Monday morning, the girls were startled by the sound of the doorbell ringing. From her bed Kirsten muttered, "Who the hell is it? Don't they know people just moving in might be on vacation from work and choose to sleep in?"
"I'll get it." Monique said as she neared the front door. "Who is it?"
"Delivery for a Miss Monique Thomas." Monique opens the door, signs for the package, thanks the man, and closes the door. "First piece of mail arrived, If I remember correctly, someone stated they wanted to open the first piece of mail we receive."
With that said the sound of loud thuds, and footsteps running down the stairs signal that was enough of an attention getter. It was either that or a glass of cold water. "Where is it?" Kirsten asked out of breath.
"Right He..." Kirsten snatched it from Monique's hands and opened it.
She pulled out a letter that read: "Dear Miss Thomas, We would like to welcome you to Raleigh. As you stated in you interview, you are a huge wrestling fan. As a token of our appreciation, we have arranged," Kirsten stopped reading and searched the envelope. "What? Why have you suddenly become lost for words?" Monique asked impatiently. Kirsten was jumping up and down screaming, "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! WE HAVE FRONT ROW, RINGSIDE SEATS FOR RAW TOMORROW!"
Monique is in shock, "No way, they didn't." She grabbed the tickets from Kirsten's hands. "OH MY GOD! Freaking front row-that is UNBELIEVEABLE!"
Kirsten looked at her sister and laughs. "And you say you don't like wrestling."
Monique recovered from her momentary loss of control and mentally started to plan-it's a discipline thing-work smarter not harder.
"We have so much to do! We need poster board, markers, glitter, hair dye, stockings for the arm bands"
Monique could see the wheels turning in her sister's head-moving a mile a minute. This was gonna be bad. Someone had to remain levelheaded. "Whoa there tiger, take it easy. Why don't we go out in town to pick up that stuff and go to a movie or something?"
"I like the way you think."
With that, they disappeared to their respective bathrooms to shower.
Monday morning, the girls were startled by the sound of the doorbell ringing. From her bed Kirsten muttered, "Who the hell is it? Don't they know people just moving in might be on vacation from work and choose to sleep in?"
"I'll get it." Monique said as she neared the front door. "Who is it?"
"Delivery for a Miss Monique Thomas." Monique opens the door, signs for the package, thanks the man, and closes the door. "First piece of mail arrived, If I remember correctly, someone stated they wanted to open the first piece of mail we receive."
With that said the sound of loud thuds, and footsteps running down the stairs signal that was enough of an attention getter. It was either that or a glass of cold water. "Where is it?" Kirsten asked out of breath.
"Right He..." Kirsten snatched it from Monique's hands and opened it.
She pulled out a letter that read: "Dear Miss Thomas, We would like to welcome you to Raleigh. As you stated in you interview, you are a huge wrestling fan. As a token of our appreciation, we have arranged," Kirsten stopped reading and searched the envelope. "What? Why have you suddenly become lost for words?" Monique asked impatiently. Kirsten was jumping up and down screaming, "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! WE HAVE FRONT ROW, RINGSIDE SEATS FOR RAW TOMORROW!"
Monique is in shock, "No way, they didn't." She grabbed the tickets from Kirsten's hands. "OH MY GOD! Freaking front row-that is UNBELIEVEABLE!"
Kirsten looked at her sister and laughs. "And you say you don't like wrestling."
Monique recovered from her momentary loss of control and mentally started to plan-it's a discipline thing-work smarter not harder.
"We have so much to do! We need poster board, markers, glitter, hair dye, stockings for the arm bands"
Monique could see the wheels turning in her sister's head-moving a mile a minute. This was gonna be bad. Someone had to remain levelheaded. "Whoa there tiger, take it easy. Why don't we go out in town to pick up that stuff and go to a movie or something?"
"I like the way you think."
With that, they disappeared to their respective bathrooms to shower.