part 2

Glancing to the right towards my stepbrother, and she soon regretted the action.He might as well have not shown up at all, even a person without their senses intact could have seen that he didn’t have a mourning bone in his body even if it was for Tiffany’s own grave. And although Alice knew Tiffany didn’t care a cent for her father anyway at least she tried to act like she did however fake it looked. Continuously dabbing at her dry eyes, she was telling stories to all her salon friends of how great and loving Robert had been to her over the years.

“Ah, where did that smile go to? You were so cheerful just a second ago.”

Brian moved to the other side of Alice so she was trapped between the door and him not even caring that the other passengers were staring at them. Putting an arm around her he stretched his legs out looking like some drunken fool. He even carried the strong smell that came with being drunk. This was immediately made worse by the mix of cheap cologne that didn’t compliment his current state at all. He didn’t even have any deodorant on.

And he thought that girls would be turned on just because of his money? Well he was in for a surprise when finds the joining of Alice’s fist and his face. Alice resisted the urge to punch him and decided to spit her anger instead.

“Ahhhh, and where’s the solemnity Brian or did the booze and pot from your party last night sober you up so you could morn for your dear old stepdad?”

Alice almost burst out with laughter when she saw the almost cartoonish angry purple color line creep up from his unbuttoned white collared shirt to his greasy brown hair. His beady black eyes glared across the car at a couple of giggling high school girls who looked like they came from Tiffany’s side of the family with all their fake Channel and Prada bags on the laps. Yes, Alice thought, it was much better to fuel his fire when there was an audience to humiliate him.

But then he turned back to her with a look that said it was time to go. Satisfied but still personally annoyed, Alice walked over to the other part of the limo to tell Tiffany she was leaving.

“But you can’t go you’re the only relative that will be attending.” Tiffany whined as she tried to grab Alice’s arm to stop her.

Alice smiled sweetly at her stepmother.

“Don’t worry I’m sure that you can handle a little after party.” After all it was almost a early birthday party for Tiffany

“ALI-” Tiffany tried to grab her arm.

However Alice was already out of the car closing the door on Tiffany’s face. Out onto the sidewalk, she began to walk randomly through the busy sidewalk.

granted


1


Alison Culpepper stared out of the car’s tinted windows as Tiffany and her driver argued about their all so superior intellect about navigating in the middle of rush hour. If there was any magic in the world it would take a good amount of it just to find a decent parking space in New York City. Alice glanced sideways at her stepmother. Five long blood red nails dug into the expensive black leather in reaction to whatever the poor limo driver said which then resulted in more shrieking. Alice looked away before the guests in the car could see her smirk. Tiffany for all of her attempts at surface magic had utterly failed as far as doing anything that could be told as any real magic like problem solving .

“What’s so funny?”

Alice flinched. Well there were at least two phenomenons that she still couldn’t quite figure out. One was how the Culpepper family once one of the most well thought of families in the district of New York’s social society, had fallen so quickly. It had all started when Jocelyn Culpepper died while giving birth to Alice’s only sibling, Matthew, who died eight years later due to premature lung development. And Robert, (as the psychiatrists explained to her after), already devastated by his wife’s death, just couldn’t handle the thought of seeing his only son dead. Ten months later, he was found hung from his two story apartment stairway with a suicide note and his will. But the fact that he died wasn’t even what she was stunned about, it was the fact that he didn’t even want to say good bye.

And after that it just kept going down hill after that. Tiffany took over the Culpepper family businesses which included Culpepper Design 4 Us, and the many family owned precious stone mines spread across the country. All of these industries required a lot of effort and time. Time that Tiffany would much rather spend getting a facial and painting little palm trees on her precious nails. So instead of even running them she let the vice presidents and their seceritaries do all the work, and plays the part of signing papers.

If she had had two daughters I would have felt like modern day Cinderella. But instead she had one offspring from her previous marriage. One drug addicted arrogant drug addicted son who was even worse then his mother.

Hello fellow bloggers & bored viewers

It has been three days since the beginning of this o' so amazing school year and my mind has already been filled with ideas of two brand new stories. And what is so cool about these stories(not just the fact that they are being thought of by the greatest person in the universe...Me!) is that they are not only extremely random but weird too. Like just yesterday I started daydreaming of about how cool it would be if everybody could have their own personal genies who could solve all their problems and have little genie wars. (He He)Or if suddenly a bomb blew up the entire school and everybody survived?! I'm not crazy! I might have lost a screw or two somewhere down the line but I'm not the 'C' word.

My point in writing these stories down and blasting them into the vast nothingness that is the Internet is to get them out of my poor cramped brain and onto a electronic screen. And to try to reach out and ask what others think of my writing. Writing is something I enjoy doing and I would greatly appretiate other people's in put and suggestions that could ultimatlety help me become a better writer.

I am a where of some problems I have with my writing, one of which is foreshadowing.Foreshadowing is a big problem for me because when ever I do drop any hints like that they are never very suttle or perhaps even nessesary. I also need to work on building up the intensity of the story that leads to the climax. I have tried to write stories several times but most of them either end up half done or the begining and end is finished but the middle is missing.

What I really want to get out of this blogging-experience is to come that much closer to becomeing a better writer and to actually get a story done!