chapter numero dos!!
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Zelda sat in bed the next morning, reading her newest book called "Fast-Talking Dames." It took a behind-the-scenes look at some of her favorite comedians (including Rosalind Russell, Irene Dunne, Jean Harlow, and Jean Arthur). She was extremely pissed off that Katharine Hepburn was in it, though.
A knock came at her door. "Yeah, come in."
Peach entered the room, holding a large section of the newspaper. She tossed it at Zelda. "Here you go, Zellie."
It was the want ads. "A job?" Zelda asked blankly.
"Yes," Peach answered. "It's time you start pulling your weight around MY house, Zelda. You're practically nineteen years old. It's not the Depression, and I have faith that you can find a job."
"Do I have to?" Zelda asked.
"Yes. I'm going to work. Make sure Nicole gets to school on time and-- "
"Peach, it's summer vacation. Nicole doesn't have any school."
"Oh. Right. I knew that." She started heading out the door. "Well, like I said, I'm off to work."
"Well wait a minute!" Zelda cried, jumping out of her bed. "What if I end up a work aholic like you? I don't want to be away all the time!"
"Don't worry Zelda," Peach comforted, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I highly doubt that you'll be able to find a job as time-consuming as. . .mine. . .you know, since you're an amateur. And I mean that in the best possible way. Good-bye!" And with that, she walked outside the front door.
"You said you're supposed to look after me," Zelda growled at the closed door. "But how can you do that if you're away all the time?"
"Who're talking too?" Nicole asked, entering the hallway. "My mom didn't leave already, did she?"
"I'm afraid so, sweetheart," Zelda sighed, squatting down to the small child's level.
Nicole's shoulders drooped. "It feels like she's leaving earlier and earlier every morning. I never get to say good-bye to her." She threw her arms around her Aunt's neck. "I'm glad you're here to be with me, Aunt Zelda."
"I'm glad too," Zelda said, smiling. "Come on, now. What can we possibly do to make you feel better?"
"Could we. . .watch a movie?" Nicole asked, switching her frown for a hopeful smile. "Please?"
"Oh, all right!" Zelda laughed. Nicole grabbed her hand and dragged her towards their cabinet full of videos. "What do you want to watch?"
Nicole was scanning a shelf that contained some of her favorite movies (Shrek, Scooby-Doo, Ice Age, and Titanic etc.), when she noticed a drawer she'd never seen before. Curiously, she put her hand on the knob.
"What's in here?"
She opened the drawer, and saw a large collection of older movies. "Aunt Zelda, whose are these?"
Zelda ran a hand through her golden hair. "Those are. . .were Grandma's. They were her favorites. I still have them. I even watch them sometimes in my room."
"The Awful Truth. . .Gone With the Wind. . .The Big Sleep. . .Auntie Mame. . . here, what's this one about?" Nicole asked, picking up a movie called Meet Me In St. Louis. She handed it to Zelda.
"Well, it's a musical," Zelda answered. "About. . .well, I guess it's about a family of girls all trying to get boyfriends and get through life in the early 1900's." She looked at the back. "Hmm...Judy Garland, I forgot she was in this."
"Ooh, let's watch that!" Nicole said.
"Start it without me," Zelda said, handing the tape to her neice. "I've got to go on a couple errands."
Nicole frowned. "Will you be back soon?"
"Yes, I will," Zelda answered, smiling. "I'll be back before you can say 'Norma Jean Baker--or Marilyn Monroe--is the dumbest blonde who ever lived!'"
"Norma who?" Nicole called after Zelda, as she walked out the front door.
Zelda sighed and tromped down the front steps. She turned left, on her way to the grocery store. It wasn't too far away, convienently enough. Having used to work there before getting fired, Zelda was sometimes able to get discounts from her old friends that were still employed.
"Super Smash Market. . .how I hate you," Zelda grumbled, walking into the store.
She'd been fired for flirting with one of the shoppers. But not just any shopper. He was the son of the manager who owned the market's biggest rival (SmartFood). Feeling guilty that he had gotten her fired, the boy took her out for dinner. Then again. And again. Finally, they considered each other a couple.
His name? Marth Lowell.
Sighing, Zelda picked up some hamburger meat for Peach, cheddar chees for Summer, and some Veggie-burgers for herself (she was a strict vegetarian).
Glancing at a display table and not watching where she was going, Zelda slipped on banana peel that someone had carelessly dropped on the floor. But before she could fall, someone caught her arms.
Zelda looked up to see who'd caught her. "Marth!"
"Zelda!" he said in disgust. Quite disgruntled, he dropped and let her fall down to the floor in a huff.
"Woah!" Zelda cried as she fell, mostly from surprise.
She heard footsteps from behind her as she slowly sat up. "Are you all right, Miss?" came a voice, as someone helped her to her feet.
Zelda turned around and noticed that the man helping here was the dude from behind the free-samples table. She picked up her things off the floor, then her eyes slowly rose to meet his.
"Erm, yeah. Thanks, I'm okay."
The man had long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and it looked as if he was starting to grow a beard. Both his ears were studded with two earrings.
"That guy's a big jerk," the guy said, as Zelda noticed that his name- tag read Link. "He comes in here a lot, just to harrass the workers."
"Yeah, I know 'im," Zelda stammered. "He got me fired from here a little while ago, the freak."
"So you used to work here?" Link asked.
Zelda nodded, smiling. She drew her eyes from his, and looked over at his table. "So. . .what're you displaying over there?"
"It's mango sorbet. Our newest flavor. Like to try some?"
"Sure," Zelda replied. They walked over to the table, and he scooped some of the stuff into a cup for her. "Thanks. . .Link."
"No problem. Enjoy!"
"I'm sure I will," Zelda laughed, walking away."
Link stared after her. He'd never seen anyone so gorgeous walk into the market before. She was unnaturally thin (Surely that couldn't be healthy, he thought). He was so busy staring after her, that he didn't realize that an old lady had been trying to get his attention for the past three minutes.
"HEY, SONNY!" she finally shouted, whacking him on the head with her cane.
"Ouch! Oh! Sorry, ma'am. Would you care to sample some of this mango sorbet?"
"No," she responded coldly. "I'm allergic. I wanted to know if you sell any REAL fruit here. Yesterday I came and bought some grapes, and they tasted plastic! Fake! FAKE! As fake as Pamela Anderson's hair!! GET ME SOME REAL NOURISHMENT, YOUNG MAN!!"
"Uh, the fruit section is over there," Link said, covering one of his ears and pointing to the left.
"Don't speak such nonsense!" the old hag huffed. "Yesterday the fruit was over there!" She pointed a gnarled finger to the right.
"Erm. . .ma'am, that's our collection of miraculously realistic wax/plastic fruits. Those grapes you bought WERE as fake as Pamela Anderson's hair. If not faker. . .no, not that fake."
"Oh," the old lady said slowly. "Thank you, young man. You're very kind!" She put a sticker on his forehead that read "Save the Whales," then walked away.
Link watched in amusement as the old woman bumped into Marth. "HOW DARE YOU BUMP INTO ME, YOU PATHETIC LAME CLARK GABLE WANNA-BE! I SHOULD SUE YOU!!"
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After getting home, Zelda discovered that Nicole wasn't watching the movie as she'd expected. The TV wasn't on. "Nicole? Where are you?"
"In my room!" she called out, right before running into the hallway to meet her Aunt. "I'm glad you're back!"
"Yeah, I thought you were going to start that movie."
"I was, but first I decided to find out who Norma Jean Baker was. I looked on the computer, and I couldn't find anything much. So then I looked up Marilyn Monroe, and a whole TON of stuff came up!"
"I'll bet it did," Zelda laughed. "C'mon, help me put away this food and we can get started with this movie already."
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that okay? hope so. here are my recommendations!!!:
1. Some Like It Hot (Comedy starring Tony Curtis, Jack Lemmon and Marilyn Monroe)
2. Edward Scissorhands (Drama/Comedy starring Johhny Depp and Winona Ryder)
3. Sense and Sensibility (Drama/Comedy starring Emma Thompson, Alan Rickman, Kate Winslet and Hugh Grant)
4. Miss Congeniality (Comedy starring Sandra Bullock and Benjamin Bratt)
5. Ever After (Romance starring Drew Barrymore, Dougray Scott and Anjelica Huston
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Zelda sat in bed the next morning, reading her newest book called "Fast-Talking Dames." It took a behind-the-scenes look at some of her favorite comedians (including Rosalind Russell, Irene Dunne, Jean Harlow, and Jean Arthur). She was extremely pissed off that Katharine Hepburn was in it, though.
A knock came at her door. "Yeah, come in."
Peach entered the room, holding a large section of the newspaper. She tossed it at Zelda. "Here you go, Zellie."
It was the want ads. "A job?" Zelda asked blankly.
"Yes," Peach answered. "It's time you start pulling your weight around MY house, Zelda. You're practically nineteen years old. It's not the Depression, and I have faith that you can find a job."
"Do I have to?" Zelda asked.
"Yes. I'm going to work. Make sure Nicole gets to school on time and-- "
"Peach, it's summer vacation. Nicole doesn't have any school."
"Oh. Right. I knew that." She started heading out the door. "Well, like I said, I'm off to work."
"Well wait a minute!" Zelda cried, jumping out of her bed. "What if I end up a work aholic like you? I don't want to be away all the time!"
"Don't worry Zelda," Peach comforted, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I highly doubt that you'll be able to find a job as time-consuming as. . .mine. . .you know, since you're an amateur. And I mean that in the best possible way. Good-bye!" And with that, she walked outside the front door.
"You said you're supposed to look after me," Zelda growled at the closed door. "But how can you do that if you're away all the time?"
"Who're talking too?" Nicole asked, entering the hallway. "My mom didn't leave already, did she?"
"I'm afraid so, sweetheart," Zelda sighed, squatting down to the small child's level.
Nicole's shoulders drooped. "It feels like she's leaving earlier and earlier every morning. I never get to say good-bye to her." She threw her arms around her Aunt's neck. "I'm glad you're here to be with me, Aunt Zelda."
"I'm glad too," Zelda said, smiling. "Come on, now. What can we possibly do to make you feel better?"
"Could we. . .watch a movie?" Nicole asked, switching her frown for a hopeful smile. "Please?"
"Oh, all right!" Zelda laughed. Nicole grabbed her hand and dragged her towards their cabinet full of videos. "What do you want to watch?"
Nicole was scanning a shelf that contained some of her favorite movies (Shrek, Scooby-Doo, Ice Age, and Titanic etc.), when she noticed a drawer she'd never seen before. Curiously, she put her hand on the knob.
"What's in here?"
She opened the drawer, and saw a large collection of older movies. "Aunt Zelda, whose are these?"
Zelda ran a hand through her golden hair. "Those are. . .were Grandma's. They were her favorites. I still have them. I even watch them sometimes in my room."
"The Awful Truth. . .Gone With the Wind. . .The Big Sleep. . .Auntie Mame. . . here, what's this one about?" Nicole asked, picking up a movie called Meet Me In St. Louis. She handed it to Zelda.
"Well, it's a musical," Zelda answered. "About. . .well, I guess it's about a family of girls all trying to get boyfriends and get through life in the early 1900's." She looked at the back. "Hmm...Judy Garland, I forgot she was in this."
"Ooh, let's watch that!" Nicole said.
"Start it without me," Zelda said, handing the tape to her neice. "I've got to go on a couple errands."
Nicole frowned. "Will you be back soon?"
"Yes, I will," Zelda answered, smiling. "I'll be back before you can say 'Norma Jean Baker--or Marilyn Monroe--is the dumbest blonde who ever lived!'"
"Norma who?" Nicole called after Zelda, as she walked out the front door.
Zelda sighed and tromped down the front steps. She turned left, on her way to the grocery store. It wasn't too far away, convienently enough. Having used to work there before getting fired, Zelda was sometimes able to get discounts from her old friends that were still employed.
"Super Smash Market. . .how I hate you," Zelda grumbled, walking into the store.
She'd been fired for flirting with one of the shoppers. But not just any shopper. He was the son of the manager who owned the market's biggest rival (SmartFood). Feeling guilty that he had gotten her fired, the boy took her out for dinner. Then again. And again. Finally, they considered each other a couple.
His name? Marth Lowell.
Sighing, Zelda picked up some hamburger meat for Peach, cheddar chees for Summer, and some Veggie-burgers for herself (she was a strict vegetarian).
Glancing at a display table and not watching where she was going, Zelda slipped on banana peel that someone had carelessly dropped on the floor. But before she could fall, someone caught her arms.
Zelda looked up to see who'd caught her. "Marth!"
"Zelda!" he said in disgust. Quite disgruntled, he dropped and let her fall down to the floor in a huff.
"Woah!" Zelda cried as she fell, mostly from surprise.
She heard footsteps from behind her as she slowly sat up. "Are you all right, Miss?" came a voice, as someone helped her to her feet.
Zelda turned around and noticed that the man helping here was the dude from behind the free-samples table. She picked up her things off the floor, then her eyes slowly rose to meet his.
"Erm, yeah. Thanks, I'm okay."
The man had long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and it looked as if he was starting to grow a beard. Both his ears were studded with two earrings.
"That guy's a big jerk," the guy said, as Zelda noticed that his name- tag read Link. "He comes in here a lot, just to harrass the workers."
"Yeah, I know 'im," Zelda stammered. "He got me fired from here a little while ago, the freak."
"So you used to work here?" Link asked.
Zelda nodded, smiling. She drew her eyes from his, and looked over at his table. "So. . .what're you displaying over there?"
"It's mango sorbet. Our newest flavor. Like to try some?"
"Sure," Zelda replied. They walked over to the table, and he scooped some of the stuff into a cup for her. "Thanks. . .Link."
"No problem. Enjoy!"
"I'm sure I will," Zelda laughed, walking away."
Link stared after her. He'd never seen anyone so gorgeous walk into the market before. She was unnaturally thin (Surely that couldn't be healthy, he thought). He was so busy staring after her, that he didn't realize that an old lady had been trying to get his attention for the past three minutes.
"HEY, SONNY!" she finally shouted, whacking him on the head with her cane.
"Ouch! Oh! Sorry, ma'am. Would you care to sample some of this mango sorbet?"
"No," she responded coldly. "I'm allergic. I wanted to know if you sell any REAL fruit here. Yesterday I came and bought some grapes, and they tasted plastic! Fake! FAKE! As fake as Pamela Anderson's hair!! GET ME SOME REAL NOURISHMENT, YOUNG MAN!!"
"Uh, the fruit section is over there," Link said, covering one of his ears and pointing to the left.
"Don't speak such nonsense!" the old hag huffed. "Yesterday the fruit was over there!" She pointed a gnarled finger to the right.
"Erm. . .ma'am, that's our collection of miraculously realistic wax/plastic fruits. Those grapes you bought WERE as fake as Pamela Anderson's hair. If not faker. . .no, not that fake."
"Oh," the old lady said slowly. "Thank you, young man. You're very kind!" She put a sticker on his forehead that read "Save the Whales," then walked away.
Link watched in amusement as the old woman bumped into Marth. "HOW DARE YOU BUMP INTO ME, YOU PATHETIC LAME CLARK GABLE WANNA-BE! I SHOULD SUE YOU!!"
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After getting home, Zelda discovered that Nicole wasn't watching the movie as she'd expected. The TV wasn't on. "Nicole? Where are you?"
"In my room!" she called out, right before running into the hallway to meet her Aunt. "I'm glad you're back!"
"Yeah, I thought you were going to start that movie."
"I was, but first I decided to find out who Norma Jean Baker was. I looked on the computer, and I couldn't find anything much. So then I looked up Marilyn Monroe, and a whole TON of stuff came up!"
"I'll bet it did," Zelda laughed. "C'mon, help me put away this food and we can get started with this movie already."
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that okay? hope so. here are my recommendations!!!:
1. Some Like It Hot (Comedy starring Tony Curtis, Jack Lemmon and Marilyn Monroe)
2. Edward Scissorhands (Drama/Comedy starring Johhny Depp and Winona Ryder)
3. Sense and Sensibility (Drama/Comedy starring Emma Thompson, Alan Rickman, Kate Winslet and Hugh Grant)
4. Miss Congeniality (Comedy starring Sandra Bullock and Benjamin Bratt)
5. Ever After (Romance starring Drew Barrymore, Dougray Scott and Anjelica Huston