"This is it, Olive please behave yourself." My father told me.
"Dad, I'm not 4, I know what to do at some tea party." I replied.
My mom knocked on the door and 8 seconds later my grandma' answered the door, she had on a white sweater and a pair of dress pants.
"Oh my goodness, hello. Olive your getting to big." She greeted us, realing me in for a hug.
"Hey Grandma!" I said, getting a whiff of her smelly scent of perfume.
"Its a little chilly, lets not wait out here c'mon, i want you guys to meet some of my friends."
We walked into the house, it was slight warm. The smell of the rest of the ladies perfume caught my nose.
"This is Darlene'." She said, introducing me into a woman wearing a cashmere' sweater, her hair a dark shade of gray
"Hello." We all said, she seemed nice.
"Hello." She replied back.
"This is Ash'lynn, she's about your age Olive." She said again.
That's all I needed to hear, I didn't care about anything else, all I needed was someone my age to make this fun for me.
"Hey." The young girl said to me, "Hey." I replied.
Her hair was a darker shade of Blonde then mine, her cheek bones were as perky as a 5 year olds boobs. Not that they had any.
Her teeth were perfect, no krooks or anything, and they were shiny white, she was an inch taller then me.
She was very pretty, I was almost jealous.
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"Want to go upstairs? Its so crouded down here." She asked me, and I nodded and followed her upstairs.
"Why are you here?" I asked her when we reached into my moms old room.
"My mother forced me to come." She said laughing, I laughed along, "same reason." I replied.
"Do you live here?" I asked her?
"Yes, I do. I just moved here though, I have to go to some school named webster high soon." "I go there too, whats your special talent?" I asked her.
"I'm an incredible artist." She told me, the thought made me think of Fletcher.
"I remember everything I see, sometimes it isn't a blessing." I told her laughing.
"Cool, maybe we'll have some classes together."
"Yeah, my boyfriend is an artist also." I confessed to her.
"Oh really?" She asked, putting on a evil smirk.
"Yeah, whats the look for?" I asked, worried.
"Oh nothing, whats this Fletcher like?" She asked.
"He's amazing, his big blue eyes take me away-"
"I love boys with blue eyes!" She interupted.
"Yeh, me too." I said smiling.
"I can't wait to meet him." She said laughing.
"We can be best friends!" She told me.
"I already have a best friend, her name is Chyna sorry."
"Oh, thats fine. Have any pictures of 'Fletcher'?" She asked.
She seemed to be asking alot about Fletcher into my knowledge.
"Yeah, on my cell phone." I replied, pulling it out.
He's on my screen saver, I told her putting the phone in her face.
"He's charming." She said, the smirk dying down on her face.
The look on my face was brooding, I knew she was an evil girl.
Something about her seemed weird, her pale skin was unusual, and her scent smelled sweet!
"I'm going to go downstairs." I said scared, worried, I got up.
"No your not!" She said grabbing my arm pulling me down.
"Argh! What's your problem?" The look on my face wild-eyed, what was her problem?
"Your not going down there so you can tell them I'm pyscho."
"I wasn't thinking about it until NOW!" I said getting up running out of the room.
She followed behind me, i could tell she was coming after me so i picked up my pace.
"Mom, could you make me a plate? I'm starving." I asked, trying not to look too suspioucous.
"Sure, honey are you okay? You look exhausted." She asked.
"Yes, I'm fine mom." I lied, sitting down next to the staircase.
The parents and elder's continued to drink their tea.
My mom left my dads side, going to make me a plate.
"Can you leave me alone?" I whispered to the Ash'lyn, she sat next to me.
"I'm not doing anything to you." She consisted, a ugly meme on her face.
"Sure you aren't." I said, my eyes filling with anger, she was pissing me off now.