The buzzing of her alarm clock resounded throughout her bedroom before she finally lifted her hand to turn it off. Rosana rose up her bed, flaunting her elegant decorum for the mannequins to witness. Rosana, believe it or not, was a daughter to a prude mother, obsessed with covering everything down to the collarbone. When Janie and the rest met Rosana, they presumed she was the same way, having her speech so formal you could mistake her for a politician or a royal, and dressing almost identical to a nun. In actuality, she was just fawning over fabrics she deemed intricate and glamorous. But she still kept her mothers bitchy and condescending attitude. Freya sought this as an advantage, for whenever she wasn’t around the friend group, they would have Rosana.
She pursed her lips to apply her valued possession on her, then, looked into the mirror to look at her prevailing beauty she worked day and night for. Her skin was so glassy you could shine a flashlight at her and get blinded by the bright light reflecting back, her hair so wavy and coiled you could pull on it and it would bounce back up. Even her lashes were lavish as she kept on using a serum to make them extravagant and long.
Making her way downstairs to ready herself for the unforeseen obstacles that might ruin her convinced glamorous self, she ignored the foster kids being kept in her house. To her, those foster kids always messed something up. Look away for one second and the house might get set ablaze. I think it's safe to say that Rosana ignoring them was the best option. But alas, albeit all the caution, the foster kids broke a flower vase that Rosana made. And so, Rosana blew up in a fury.
Rosana grabbed and pinched the cheeks of both kids and started lecturing them on their negligence of their surroundings and assured that the kids understood.
Her firm dominance on them was soon interrupted by the doorbell buzzing throughout her house.
“It’s probably the house maid,” Rosana said, who leisurely paced herself to the front door.
Rosana opened the front door, to reveal to her surprise, Freya.
Although Rosana’s planned vibe was to be content, she couldn’t help but react with a tinge of agitation. Freya, who stood witness to this, ignored that fact that she was about to convulse violently at the sight of her, and thought of it as a failed attempt of showing a facade. Nonetheless, Freya invited herself inside and trudged towards her couch.
BANG!
Clatter
The cluster around the front door shook due to the impact of Rosana slamming the door. Freya was unfazed, only focused on preparing herself for the outcome to happen, which always ends in the both of them momentarily, or always, going days without talking to each other.
“What’s your business here?”
“Do I need an excuse to come to your house?”
The two began to clash heads with each other.
Rosana pinched the bridge of her nose, “if your whimsical buttocks only came here to nag me, then I would suggest you leave immediately, I’m trying to stay tranquil for today without any headaches.”
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“Are you implying I'm your headache?” Freya tilted her head towards her, fixating her eyes on her twitching eyebrow.
“No you buffoon, the inclement weather today is…. OBVIOUSLY IT'S YOU!”
Freya covered her ears from the screeching and scratchy voice that came out of her mouth, scrunching her nose with grimace.
Freya parted her lips while making a face, “I just wanted to discuss about Janie…. Since y’know, she has to pick something soon.” Freya disclosed with emphasis.
Now that Rosana thought about it, it was almost March, and Janie still had yet to pick her pathway.
She was in a state of immense pondering.
Freya gathered herself and sauntered out the front door of Rosana’s house.
“DM me when you talk to Janie.”
Freya left, dismissing the discussion.
Rosana stood there stranded, with the foster kids tugging at her loose pants, unable to think of what to do next. The only viable option left for her is to just talk to janie and have her respond back.
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Janie ravaged her food down. The amazing delicacy that Janie’s mother hours, equivalent to fathers going to take a shit to never come back out until 5 hours later, was frenzied down close to a minute by her own daughter instead of her son.
Janie’s little brother was repulsed by this and started bashing Janie for copying her, claiming that it was his thing to eat out food quickly, to which Janie’s father counteracted and claimed it was he who was copying him. The dining table was roused up in a heated commotion. Moranda was in an isolated corner of the dining room, watching from afar the commotion, and chuckling to herself quietly to not allure Janie’s attention. She has never seen a family with such energy, considering that her own family, from when she was still alive, was in a deep despair from their impoverished state and shabby house. Seeing Janie’s family together was refreshing. Something that she needed greatly.
“NUH UH, I GOT DADS TRAIT FIRST SO YOU COME LAST YOU DUMBO!”
“SHUT UP JANIE, YOU’RE JUST MAD THAT I'M BETTER THAN YOU!”
“SHUT UP ADAM— oh wait one second,” Janie announced while excusing herself from the dining table into her living room. She whipped her phone out, making it spin a little bit, before answering Rosana who was calling her.
Rosana calling me is so rare, I wonder what’s up?
Moranda invited herself into the living room, stalking janie.
There was nothing much for her to follow, especially since Janie was agreeing along the whole time she was there.
Janie hung up.
“I’ve decided,” she asserted while turning around to stare at Moranda.
“Decided what?” asked Moranda
“I'm going to major in art.”
Moranda stood there smiling.
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Four months have passed since Janie decided her fate.
Intense studying was in session from the upcoming regents that were slowly crawling up to everyone, and once the regents hit, blood, sweat, and tears from studying was put to the test. Fortunately, everyone passed. The unfortunate ones were required to retake it again during the school year next year.
The extreme heat of summer had approached rapidly, and Janie set her goals…. To sleep around and stay home.