Story part 2 (in class)

After some more polite conversation with tha parents and actual conversation between themselves the breakfast ended and the families said their goodbyes. Olivia told her parents she was going to go upstairs and work on her homework. As soon as she entered into her room, she was surprised to see that the floor was spotless, the desk had no books or papers on it, the bed was made , and all the clothes were properly stored away.

“How was breakfast?” Questioned Katlin as she walked out of the closet, clipboard stuill attached to her hand.

“It was Okay, I guess,” replied Olivia. “Whast happened to my room? If my mom finds out she will kill you and whoever cleaned it uop. You know she liks me to do that for myself, and I agree, it’s good I learn how normal people live.”

“Darling, I hate to brake it to you but you are normal, being the vicepresidents daughter does not make you an alien you know,” Katlin pressed as she scribbled something with her quick neat handwriting.

“I know, but how normal is it to have a personal assistant for yourself. I think it’s a bit extreme. Of course, mom thinks it’s vital so I am ready for all the functions I have to attend, but I think I could manage on my own. No offense Katie, “ Olivia reassured her with an embarrassed smile.

“Non taken,” she said grinning backa at Olivia. “But I think I really do help you. I mean, think about it, what would you do without me?” Katlin laughed, and Olivia did two. They both knew that Olivia would be lost without Katies help, but they also knew a sixteen year old with a personal assistant at her heels all the time was a bit extreme. “Anyway,” said Katlin bringing them back to topic, “Your mom won’t kill anyone because she does not have to find out we have cleaned your room.” Noticin that Olivia was opening her mouth to speak Katie continued determinatly. “You should be thanking us, because if I remember correctly your friends are coming in twenty minutes to decide what to do for tonight.”

Olivia gave her the warmest, sweetest smile she could manage. “Oh my god, Katie, you are a lifesaver. I had toatally completely forgotten all about that. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou a million times.”

“You are very welcome Olive, but you are still missing the basixc ideas all said they would be bringing today. You haven’t even begun looking at dresses, shoes, of hairdos, and the gala is tonight.” A repriming tone had krept into Katilin’s voice and Olivia was determined to make it go back out. There was nothing worse than having Katie be mad at her.

“How did you know about that?” Olivia asked, hoping that the question would distract Katlin from the fact that she had not started her work.

“You know I talk to the other shadows, and they all have principles that actually have begun the work, so they have mentioned it to me.” Shadows was the name everyone called the kids’ personal assistants. In the society in which Olivia lived, having one was a s basic and common a s drinking water.

“I have to begun,” she lied. “I know I want a black dress and black shoes, and I know I want my hair clipped up.”

“Could this be because the invitation said black only gala or am I going on a stretch here.” Katlin fired at Olivia with a playful spark in her eyes. Olivia flashed her eyes at her shadow, as if saying sorry and moved to the green iMac sitting on her desk. She propped it open and her deft fingers began flying over the keyboard.

“I’ll leave you and your keyboard alone,” Katie joked. “Do you want me to ask Carmen to bring up a snack and some smothies when the girls arrive?”

“Yeah, thanks, that would be great.” Olivia answered without turning away from the screen for a second, and er fingers not loosing any speed as she surfed through the net. Ashe clicked on the favorites icon, chose the Saks.com link, and began typing different types of dresses. Prada cocktail dress, not for me; Marc Jacobs wrap dress, pretty but too short; Barney’s long flowy dress, horrid; aha! Found a decent on. BCBG Max Azira, you’re my plan A. Olivia thought to herself as she looked at all the options available to her. She was interrupted by the buzz of her phone, which she picked up with a sleepy “Hello?”

“Yes, good morning Miss. Brown. I was just ringing up tio tel, you that Miss. Renolds nd your friends have arrived.”

“Thank you Charles, please send them up.” She hung up her phone, clicked the print icon on the web page, and went to her closet to put on a sweatshirt.