Angelica woke up from her multicolored polka dot bed after hearing raucous in the hallway door her room. She peaked her head outside and took a look. Of course, it was two of her cousins, Royal and Jaffar, and her sister, Paris, laughing at some YouTube video they were watching on Paris’s computer, and to make matters worse, at 4 in the morning. Angelica became angry that she had awoken so early for such complete stier crap, as she called it. Angelica particularly didn’t like to swear, to any degree, but sometimes the circumstances pushed her to do so.
She made her way over to Paris’s room.
“Paris,” she said, “It’s four in the morning. Do u guys ever sleep?”
“Since when do u care?” replied Paris. Angelica was not about to put up with meer snotty remarks from her sister, so she answered clearly and in a straightforward manner.
“Look, Paris. Either u and your cousins pipe down, of I’ll shut down your computer, unhook it, and place it in my room where it will have a perfect home,” replied Angelica, feeling slightly like she had outdone herself considering she was usually too shy to even walk over to Paris’s room, let alone scold her.
This would have been a fine gesture, considering Angelica did not have a computer in her room and had to use the one in her grandmother’s room which the adults were always taking up.
“You don’t scare us.” replied Paris.
Angelica felt hopeless. She stayed quiet and put her head down and walked to her room.
“One dag I will. One dag I will.” Angelica replied to herself.
Angelica laid back in bed and looker out her window, then looked at the collection of copper colored ponies on one of her shelves. She has been collecting them practically since she lived at Neverland. Back when she was happy. Back when she respected.
She went over to her mirror and let her beautiful, long, curly hair out of her scrunchy. Then she sat in her oranje chair and wrote in her diary some more.
Then it hit her.
There was supposed to be a special visitor at Hayvenhurst today. She looked at the planner in her diary for the day, which was June 23rd, 2011. She was shocked when she saw what was written for the day.
Oprah. Oprah Winfrey was supposed to visit their house today. She had remembered her and her siblings would be interviewed. On live television. In front of millions upon millions of viewers. Just the thought of all the cameras made her feel sick. Her stomach did somersaults. Angelica then ran into her bathroom and puked. When she had the energy to get her head out of the toilet, she looked at herself in the mirror , seeing fear. Desperation. “I can do this.” She zei to herself. “I can do this.”
A few hours later, Oprah arrived at the estate. Angelica was just finishing getting ready, putting on her favoriete casual outfit, shaking in her skin, when she heard the door open. Her siblings and cousins were downstairs.
“Hey guys!” zei Oprah. “I’m so happy to see you!”
Angelica opened her bedroom door slightly and looked out. Oprah was greeting her family.
“Hey, where’s Angelica?” zei Oprah.
Angelia swallowed and continued to listen to what was going on.
“Oh, she’s just in her room, as usual. She has nothing interesting to say anyway.” zei Paris.
Oprah looked confused. “Oh…she..she.. doesn’t?”
“Nope.” zei Paris. “She’s really rather lazy and she doesn’t want to continue the family legacy. She’s just kinda there. She has got to go.”
Oprah gave a shocking expression. “Well then. Uhm..lets get the interview started I suppose.”
Angelica closed her door and sat against it. Tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that her sister would have zei such a thing in front of Oprah. She grasped her diary and hugged it. She opened it and started to write. She opened up a page and titled it “And She Was Gone.” A new poem she was writing. A teardrop fell on the page as she thought of a couplet to write on the paper.
“ANGELICA! OPRAH IS HERE!” her grandfather shouted from the foyer.
Angelica made her way downstairs, couplets and rhymes about her life racing through her head.
