HAHAHAHA! BeKaMaJo strikes for the first time!

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Sorry for the craziness. The 'Be' and 'Jo' Part of this dual account's birthday was yesterday. Yahoo for Nail Polish!

Sorry, onto the story. This is written with the Christmas/holiday spirit. Enjoy.

This story is dedicated to Jo's dog, Kipoon. Rest in Peace, Kipoon. We love you.
Christmas is a time of miracles and Magic. Indeed, if you really look back, that is where the whole confounded thing starts. My name is Angela Warden. I'm seventeen years old, going on eighteen this year (on the fifth, in five days), and just my luck, I get left at home for Christmas, and my birthday. It wasn't unusual, Mom and Dad usually went somewhere else for another honeymoon (I think this is their ninth), and my two older sisters are married with toddlers, and don't have enough room and don't like me enough to put me up at either of their places.

But I was allowed one friend over for the Christmas holidays. So, happy as could be, I called my best friend (and only friend) Claire Anderson. She was the same age as me, only two weeks older, and she was born on November 21st. So, you might say that she's eighteen now.

Claire and I went to a private school, and the Christmas holidays started on December first, and lasted until the Twentieth of January. As usual, I found out where my parents were going as soon as I got home (e-mail wasn't allowed at the school, and Mom's not much of a letter writer) where they were going, and when they would be back. This year it was the Bahamas, and they were going to be gone until the Twenty-Fifth of January, so Claire and I would have to go to the airport ourselves, and catch the Plane to London ourselves.

Claire, coincidentally, lives in the house across the street from mine, and her parents do the same routine as mine. We live in Salt Lake City, though I'm the only Mormon in my family, and Claire isn't. Currently, beside her strange obsessions with everything else, she has a thing with coffee. It's quite strange. She likes a double mocha cappuccino with simply mounds of whipped cream. I thought I liked whipped cream until I saw her slurping it down. It's also strange because she gets so energetic in the morning, crashes in the early afternoon, spends most of the afternoon in bed, then gets up to mooch around at night until the early hours of the morning, when I usually only stayed up until about eleven.

Anyway, Mom and Dad left as soon as I got home, saying they were off to warm parts of the world, and I called Claire. She told me that she would pack up her everyday clothes and would be over by dinnertime. So, with nothing else to do, I sorted my laundry and then put in the washer, then picking up Mairelon the Magician and starting to read. Pretty soon the Washer bell dinged and I switched loads. I was on page 122 when Claire rung the doorbell. I opened the door. Along with Claire's own dog and ferret, there was a familiar dog.

"Kipoon!" I said and kneeled down on the ground in front of my favorite (and only) dog. The German Shepard and Malamute Wolf mix barked happily started to lick my face. Misty, Claire's St. Bernard, also flung herself on me. I fell back onto the floor underneath the two large dogs. Furrito, the Ferret, looked at me in the ways ferrets do, and then jumped off Claire's shoulders, and scampered up the stairs of my house.

Claire looked beat, as she usually did this time of day, so she crashed on the couch moaning about the evils of caffeine. This was time she agreed to take her milk, which was usually was accompanied by a Tylenol for her headache, and so I grabbed the medication on my way to the living room. Kipoon and Misty followed me into the kitchen after I shoved a Tylenol down Claire's throat (literally, she hates the taste) and I had to go to the kitchen to wash my hands. I looked down at the dogs, and sensed they were hungry. Then something jumped on me.

I screamed and whipped around. It stayed on me. I reached up cautiously and felt the soft fur of Furrito.

"Confound that Ferret." I muttered after I set it on the floor, and going to fetch all the pet accessories from Claire's pet suitcase. When I saw the extra, wet, dark blue case, I groaned.

Snookums was here.

Before I commit hari-kari, let me fill you in on Snookums. She was a four year old Persian cat with the snottiest attitude I had the unfortunate affair to come into contact with. The evil cat was meowing piteously to be let out. She was an extremely well trained cat, but I hated to do her any good. But, unwilling to be spotlighted on the next Animal Precinct, I let the fluffy white cat out.

When I let Snookums out, she gave me the snottiest 'I am SO better than you, and I'm mad at you, so look out' look I had seen in the past week. She nearly rivaled the blonde cheerleaders at my school. I was tempted to shove her back in the cat carrier and drop kick it out of the front door, but Kipoon's bark reminded me what was important. I left her Royal Majesty, Queen of the Snots in the hall, and grabbed the Dog Food, Bowls, Treats and Toys. Claire and I were notorious in the spoiling of our dogs, and enjoyed every minute of it.

After I fed the dogs, and set out Her Highness's dinner, I made Grilled Cheese Sandwiches and herb tomato soup for dinner. The snow was falling outside, and it was calm and peaceful.

For now, life was good.

Hope you enjoyed it. Chapter two will be up shortly.

Be HAPPY!

All due respect,

BeKaMaJo