Michonne POV
Its nearly 6 o'clock in the morning, and hardly anyone in her family has woken up yet. Tomorrow is the day of the party, and there are still things needed to be done today, finalizing the seating arrangements and menu for the evening. Michonne still needed to find a dress for the party and she's simply waiting until her older sister is ready to go. Although she already told her mother that she had a beautiful dress, which was an obvious lie. But Michonne didn't want her mother stressing out any more than she had to. This party needed to go off without a single problem and she didn't want to cause problems, she wants to solve them.
So Maggie and she will discreetly get out of the house for a considerable amount of time to find that so called beautiful dress she told her mother she had. She looked online to search for dresses but to no avail.
Sitting at her desk in her childhood bedroom, Michonne is sketching out some random drawings and listening to music on her headphones. She's dressed in sweats and a ratty old shirt with her dreaded hair on top of her head. The exact opposite of what she should be wearing for the anniversary party tomorrow night. She awoke nearly an hour ago with less than five hours of sleep no thanks to her elder sisters.
Michonne lies in her bed, exhausted from the day doing chores with her parents. Since she was the only one to arrive back at home the day before the anniversary party for her parents, she needed to help with final preparations for the party. It only took a couple of minutes before Michonne was knocked out.
There was creaking on the steps leading to Michonne's room on the third floor. The sounds of two pair of feet make as they way towards her room. The closer the steps get the quieter they become. A hand reaches to the dark knob on the door and slowly turns. One head peaks through the dark room. The door silently creaks open and two forms enter the room. They slowly make their way to the bed hardly making a sound to ensure that Michonne doesn't wake up prematurely. Two standing figures in the room look at each other at the same time; you can see their smiles on their face before they jumped on the bed scaring Michonne half to death.
Michonne was so scared, screamed for ten whole seconds. Girlish laughter filled the room, while Michonne screamed. The figure to the right reached over and cut on the nightstand lamp in order to see their victim easier. The light revealed, rather than a stranger, it was Michonne's two elder sisters, Sasha and Maggie.
"What the hell guys," Michonne shouted in question over her sisters' laughter. She was still freaking out because she wasn't supposed to be woken up like this.
"That was too funny," Sasha choked out between her laughs. The two started to calm down while Michonne started to gather her bearings. She rests against the headboard on her bed and glare at her elder sisters.
The two sisters finally quieted down until they looked at each other and started back up again. Michonne rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "It wasn't that funny."
"It was. You should have seen your face. That was totally unexpected," Maggie continued laughing. Tears were falling out her eyes as her face started to turn red. Sasha was also in the same situation. The two sisters were at the bottom of the bed, facing their younger sister. Michonne still glared at them with sleepiness still in her eyes.
"Sorry. Sorry." Sasha started to quiet down, in between taking deep breaths. "We won't do it again. Promise."
"Yeah. We're sorry. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. You hardly ever leave your guard down," Maggie said as she started to control her breathing and wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Why are you guys here," Michonne questioned as she looked at the digital clock by her bed. "At 2 in the morning? You live twenty minutes away. You could've come in the morning like normal people." She glared at her sisters.
"Oh please. Stop your whining." Sasha stands as she takes off her jacket and placed it on her younger sister's desk chair. She turns, "It's not like you were doing anything anyways."
"Oh, I guess you two forgot that some people actually like to sleep." Michonne yanks at the blanket now covering her feet towards her waist. But Maggie is parked right on top of those covers and smiles at her sister as she slowly rises from the bed. Sasha looked around her youngest sisters room, at the various posters of films she obviously enjoys and Maggie head towards the dresser in the room. "Are you going to answer my previous question or are you going to keep touching my things?"
"No one is touching anything."
"Yeah, we're just looking with our eyes," Maggie jokingly said.
"You're basically touching it with your eyes. Just stop and get the hell out of here. I'll talk to you guys in the morning." Michonne crossed her arms.
"We came from a party. But you obviously didn't know even though we texted you."
"I don't even know where my phone is," Michonne stated as she yawned.
Maggie looks at the knickknacks on her sister's dresser, there's pictures of their family, all five of them and just the sisters ranging from young girls to Michonne's graduation day. She continues to look and notice a blinking green light. Maggie shook her head picked up the source of the green light and turned, "Look at what I found."
The other two sisters turned to look and saw in Maggie's hand was Michonne's cell phone. Maggie tossed the phone to the owner. "That's where it was the whole time. Didn't even look like the ringer was on."
"Wow. Congratulations, Nancy Drew. You solve the case of the missing cell phone. I'm forever in your debt." Michonne did a half dramatic gesture of bowing her head.
"Oh really," Maggie questioned and takes a step to the bed. "Because I really need some help at my animal hospital."
"Oh please. You really thought. Now can you guys please leave? I'm tired because you weren't here to help with our parent's anniversary party. So while you guys partied, I had to worry about who should sit next to who during the dinner," Michonne said, tiredly. "And you know Aunt Carol cannot stand Cousin Jessie. I can't even stand her or her wimpy kids."
"Those rugrats are going," Sasha questioned. "I thought you enjoyed them."
"I did. But Sam doesn't seem to understand the difference between fantasy and reality and Ron is just a grade A jerk and he's only fourteen. This is telling about the parent Cousin Jessie is doing."
"Well, you know she's always trying to find her children a new father since their OG dad 'mysteriously' died," Maggie said, using air quotes.
"I don't know why you still think she killed him," Michonne said.
Sasha looked at her sister shocked, "Um, because she did it. It's literally all there."
"Well, there's no evidence that suggests that."
"But it's known that their household had problems. There were even suspect of domestic abuse," Sasha rebutted.
"Again, there was no evidence to suggest that fact. Rumors of the mouth of nosy neighbors aren't sufficient enough to convict Cousin Jessie of suspected murder. Even the corner believed that his death to be from a heart attack."
"Well, my gut tells me that our not so beloved cousin is a murderer. She knows that I know that she murdered her abusive husband. That's why she doesn't really talk to me as much anymore."
"Well your gut," Michonne emphasized, "can't testify in court."
Maggie watches in amusement as her sisters argued. She loved them both dearly, but there are times when the two often butt head because Sasha is too stubborn and determined to be right and Michonne is too smart for her own good, always correcting Sasha when it was called for.
Which in some case, it's all the time.
"Okay girls, bring the claws back in. We have one whole day to get ready for this fantastic anniversary party. Some of the news outlets say, 'it will be the party of the year'." Maggie walks to the bed and kisses her youngest sister on the forehead. Michonne gently smiles at her sister and her gesture. Maggie walked to the middle child wrapped her arm around her shoulders.
Sasha just rolled her eyes. "Let's leave our dear younger sister. She needs her beauty rest because God knows who were going to get her to look like a lady on Saturday." Sasha cackled and dodged out of the room when Michonne threw a pillow in her direction.
Maggie smiled at Sasha then looked towards Michonne. "Have a good night sleep, dove."
"Yeah, you too." Maggie turns and walks to the opened door. "Hold on," Michonne says. Maggie turns back confused a little. "I haven't gone to look for a dress yet. Didn't really have the time. I was wondering if we, meaning me and you, could go look for a dress tomorrow."
Maggie smiles again. "Sure, no problem. Mom doesn't know that you have your dress yet, does she?" Michonne shakes her head. "Okay," Maggie sighed "I'll let you know in the morning when we'll go."
"Ok," Michonne said simply and nodded her head. Maggie turned to close the door behind her and made her way to the second floor where her childhood bedroom resides. Sasha's bedroom door was already close but Maggie could still see the light peering through the cracks. She can even hear faint whispering, but rather than eavesdropping, she continued her way. Michonne moved to turn the light off after Maggie closed the door and laid on her bed. Knowing that she'll be up soon, rather than staying up, she decided to get a few more hours of sleep in.
Michonne continued to sketch various character that she created based on the avatar the last airbender universe. She really likes the animation and though she'd be able to create some characters using their animation style. The music was too loud for Michonne to hear her door opening and pairs of feet making their way towards her. However, she can feel their vibrations and quickly turned around to face the intruder.
It was Maggie, wearing a pair of simple blue pajama shorts and a black tank top. Michonne yanked the headphones from her ears, with the music still playing in the background.
"I thought I could scare you again. But it seems that I didn't." Maggie said, slightly pouting.
"This isn't last night. You guys caught me completely off guard. I'm not aware of my surroundings when I'm asleep," Michonne said smiling up at her sister.
"Well, besides scaring you. I just wanted you to know that we're going to leave at noon. So please be ready."
"I will. Do you know what excuse you'll be using?"
"Yes, I still need to pick up Glenn from home. Also, I'm going to say that we're getting some more accessories for our dresses."
"And you'll think that will work," Michonne questions with her eyebrow lifted.
"Yes. Because one part is a lie while the other is the truth. If we bring back Glenn, our parents wouldn't really question whether or not if we're looking for accessories," Maggie reasoned.
"I guess if that's what you think," Michonne said unbelievingly.
"It will. I promise." Maggie walked back towards the bedroom door. "Anyways, noon is when we are rolling out of here to find you that dream dress."
"Eww. Okay. Just leave now," Michonne looked at her with fake disgust.
"Yeah yeah, kid. Just be ready," Maggie then walked out and closed the door behind her.
Michonne turns to look at her clock on her dresser. She still had time to sketch for a little more before breakfast was served and the house turned into chaos. Michonne places the headphone on her head and continues to passionately sketch.
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