So, now you're going to learn about each kid in general.
Two: Mari Grayson
"I'm telling you, Kori, it's not a good idea! Slade is a very patient man! He could be waiting for a slipup like this!"
"Dick, it's been fourteen years! He could be dead, for all we know!"
"Or, he could be watching right now!"
"Oh, yes, Dick, I'm sure he's waiting outside this door with a camera in his hand."
"You know, Kori, I think I liked you better when you were oblivious to cynical comments."
Mari sat in front of her mirror, listening to her parents' conversation. As usual, she had no idea what or who they were talking about, so she decided to go back to brushing her hair in the usual ponytail.
Mari Grayson was close to the most beautiful brunette on earth, even though she never thought so. She had long, ravenous hair that she had put into a pony tail and huge, bright blue eyes. She had more curves then a dirt road and legs that seemed to go on forever. She also had an elegant tan that seemed to make her skin glow. But none of this really mattered to her.
She was extremely smart and on the high school debate team. She had been on the alumni for a couple years and got close to straight A's in everything. But, surprisingly, she wasn't a snob. Strong willed, smart, and beautiful, yes, but not one to put her self before another. It was no surprise she was the heartthrob of the boys at her school.
She heard a knock and her mother came in carrying a flat, white box.
"Hi, sweetie," she said. "I have something for you."
"What?"
They both sat down on her bed and opened up the box to what seemed to be a green cheerleader's outfit.
Mari picked it up and saw that it was a one-piece dress that was shaped like an hourglass in the middle front with a blue gem in the navel area. The entire back was cut off, save for the buttocks area and around the neck. The hem of if cut off around mid-thigh and atatched to the top was a silver breastplate with a saphire in the middle.
She looked inside the box and saw that it came with two upper arm clasps and two fingerless, silver gloves that had blue stones attached to the back of the hand. It also came with mint-green, knee-high boots lined with silver at the bottom and top.
"Oh, it's beautiful!" she cooed.
"It's Tameranian," said her mother. Her light of pride was dead, instantly.
"But… didn't dad say –"
"Sweetheart, your father is paranoid. You know that, I know that."
"But –"
"Mari, today is a very special day. Won't you ware it? For me?"
She sighed and gave a smile. "Sure, Mom."
Kori kissed her on the forehead and left. She looked in the mirror.
She hated her Tameranian side. She had no problem hiding it from her friends. In fact, she liked how they thought she was just another girl. For once, she just wanted to be… normal.
I guess you can't pick your family, she thought, sadly as she started to undress.
So, that's an idea of Mari, and the next one's Jessie.
R&R!
T.