OMB guys this is happening! Here we goooooo!!!
That’s a familiar surname isn’t it? A long generational line of sickeningly sweet love stories and lessons on friendship and nobility. It sounds well and good, but I can tell you it’s a lot to live up to. What if my story sucks? What if I mess up and that perfect love story I’m meant to experience, instead careens of the road engulfed in fiery flames of failure? At this point, I don’t see any other outcome. All the guys in my school are just yuck and honestly I find no interest in love at all. Why I was “chosen” over my sister who is already primed for the position, I’ll never understand.
It’s a lot of pressure, you know.
A lot of pressure.
That’s her there. Pretty right? Bobbin Blush, my twin sister, who greedily took all the looks. She takes after our mother with those blues eyes, heart shaped face, and perfect teeth…. bleh… seriously I could go on, but I won’t because I already sound like a huge whiner. She and I are as different as night and day, let’s put it like that, but that’s not to say I don’t love her dearly, because I do. I just don’t see how I got saddled with the job over her.
I’ve tried to hand over the reins once or twice, but to my dismay, my folks are adamant about the whole thing. So that is where we are, the fate of Chiffons rests on my unimpressed, extremely uninteresting shoulders.
Of course we aren’t the only ones in the house. There are four kids total. Me, Bobbin, our older sister Eyelet and younger sister Taffeta and we make the place a madhouse most days. Well, usually that is my job, but sometimes we all get in on the fun.
Eyelet is the oldest of the four and I’ll be perfectly frank, she’s a few berries short of full basket, if you know what I mean. Talking to imaginary people, she sometimes spends whole evenings just conversating with herself. It’s kinda creepy, but all in all she’s a good kid.
Taffeta is our perfect little angel, who never does anything wrong. You never hear my parents crying out “Taffeta stop making all that noise, or Taffeta quit teasing your sister about poisoning her pancakes!” It’s always praise and adoration for this one. Can you blame them though, look at that face. Yeah I play the hard berry, but I do love my family a lot.
I guess all that’s left is my folks, but of course most of you know them. A chance meeting in Chambury and they fell madly in love. He imported her back to the states and yadayadah you know what happened next. Another love story for the book of Chiffons.
Not much has changed since then, they are sill in love, I think. Dad works a lot so I don’t think they are as close as they’d like to be, but they try. Every once in a while I catch them stealing a kiss on the couch and even though it is vomit inducing, I find it quite comforting to see that love last can through the years.
Oh I almost forgot the most important family member of all! This is Tapioca my turtle. I call him Tapi for short. He is my one true love. He never talks back and always listens so politely to my gripes. He’d be the perfect berry being if it weren’t for his turtleness.
Anyways, I guess that is a basic summary of our little household. Hope you will stick around and keep me company for a while. School is kinda hectic and it sure would be nice to have someone to vent to once in a while, other than poor Tapi here.
I’m sure you will be hearing from me again soon!
~ Rosaline Rouge Chiffon