My name is Lola Lovely. I was born on July 26, 1995, somewhere in France, my mom says, but I moved to Chester, England where my parents originally lived, and now I live on a prairie in Liverpool, England (where the Beatles came from ;D), in practically the middle of nowhere. Although, I do live near a grocery store, a church, a bank, a few houses, and a mall, fortunately, but they’re not too close. I have no school anywhere nearby, but I get homeschooled anyway.
Let’s get to the story now.
I looked at the bright green grass with small patches of yellow in certain places. Beatrice, my pet cow, started complaining, so I fed her and got ready to milk her. I painfully brought the heavy milking stool out and grabbed the rusty bucket next to the garage door. I led Bea to the back yard, where the woods showed darkly, and started milking her. I came in to find Emily holding Duncan (her siamese cat), and lazily watching Ren and Stimpy. The remote was under the couch, along with a gum rapper, a piece of masking tape, a half-empty water bottle, and a marbel from my collection. I thought that I must’ve missed one, when I was carrying my box of marbels, and suddenly, due to their unbelievable heaviness, I had dropped them absentmindedly, the marbels scattering all over the place and me suddenly turning red with anger and frustration.
“Emily, turn the TV off and come help me clean this place up. I’m getting ready for my interview.” I started collecting the garbage from under the couch and getting rid of them.
“No way. You do it.” Emily dropped Duncan, went to the kitchen, and started pouring him some Kibble. “It’s your interview, you do it.”
“I’ll tell mom about you shoplifting,” I threatened.
Emily didn’t sound very scared, but when I said what I said, I know I saw her eyes widen slightly.
“Lola, don’t think this is a game, okay?” Emily said, moving furniture so that four people could sit neatly in there. “I’m still getting payed.”
“Five cents an hour,” I joked. Emily rolled her eyes.
“Lola, will you go to Jaden’s and get me the groceries?” Dad hollered from his office upstairs. Oh, boy!
Jaden’s was the grocery store that was nearby. I got to go only about once a year, and the place was great…so was the walk there.
“Hey, Mr. Jaden,” I said.
“Hi, Lola. Is this all you want to buy?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I started looking at the fashion magazines, then instantly blurted, “NO.”
I’m a wiz about clothes and fashion. Every weekend, I go with my friend from church, Sarah, to the mall and get everything good there. When new stuff comes out every month, we pretty much go every day. If I were to be in the Ripley’s Believe it or Not books or something, I’d win for owning the most clothes more than anyone else in the world, probably.
I went home, put the groceries away and got some snacks out for the people interviewing me. In the bow of cookies, I found something. Something unbelievable.