Late to Class

Nicholas could barely keep his eyes open.  The repeated vibration of his phone kept him awake.

"Where is the damn bitch?", Nicholas thought, while he stared at his watch.

Daniella slammed the car door shut, nearly missing her finger.  As attractive as she was, Daniella was never meant for grace.  Marjorie was the graceful one.  Daniella liked to look professional at work and sexy at leisure in a great pair of ripped jeans.  To most men, Daniella could never hide her attractiveness.  It was in her blood.  She drew them in.  She was fully equipped with wit, beauty, and intelligence.

"What time is it?", Susan questioned.

"Almost time to go to sleep, the professor has about three minutes left, to get her ass to class", Nicholas said wryly.   

"Sweet.", Susan replied.

Daniella glanced at the clock in the lobby. Knowing there was a couple of minutes, maybe seconds, left for her to get to class.  What a horrible first impression it would be if she missed class.  She began to run down the hall in fear she was not going to make it.

"Let's begin the count down!", exclaimed Nicholas.

Daniella felt like a fool running down the hall like a bat out of hell. Not paying any attention to her surroundings she nearly ran into her boss, Mr. Howard.

"Oh my, Mr. Howard, I am so so sorry", Daniella sighed.

Before he could even get a word out of his mouth, she was off.

Monday Again!

Marjorie poured the hot water in her favorite dainty tea cup, perfectly. One teaspoon, she thought to herself.  I could only have one teaspoon of sugar.  Marjorie was always doing everything so perfect. If the soap was out of place in the bathroom, the world would end.

The only thing that was not completely exact about Marjorie was her weight. She was skinny and frail as a teen.  In fact, she hated the old pictures she  had come across last week.  Her nephew said her face looked like a ghost; a scary white ghost, with dark hair and pale skin, to be exact.

Marjorie reminisced about last Thursday's visit with Timmy.

****Timmy burst out laughing, "Aunt Marjorie, you look scary!"***

God, how I love that kid, Marjorie thought to herself.

Her mother Helen, would routinely remind her about how unhealthy and plump she looked.  It was actually more of a haunting than a reminder.  Helen had a horrible habit of living in the past and comparing her grown daughters to what she had thought of as, successful individuals.

Daniella ran into the kitchen stumbling over her own black high-heel designer shoes.  The night before, Daniella sat at the kitchen table, putting together a last minute lecture.  Uncomfortable from dancing the night away, she carelessly flung her shoes.

"Holy, shit!" Daniella exclaimed.

"I am going to be so late, for my first class" Daniella, pouted.

"The students will leave!" she, cried.

Marjorie smirked, "Daniella, you shouldn't stay out so late on a school-night".

Daniella replied, "Sunday night, is not an official school night, Marjorie!"

Daniella grabbed a cup of coffee spilling sugar all over the place.

Marjorie and Daniella were sisters and the best of friends, as well.