Amelie

After writing the letter, Moyra decided to pay Lulu and Fae a visit. Before she drove her baby 1968 Mustang (actually, not really a Mustang but simply an imaginary car) i.e. a second-hand burgundy red VW Beetle, both interior and exterior has had some modification. Vroom! Vroom! Vroom...goes the engine! Moyra turned the radio button on and beautiful music was playing in the background. Not only was it a Beetle, but it was a convertible. The girl with the dark hair and dark eyes, put her sunglasses on, fixed her hair, tying it into a bun, wind down the window a bit and drives away.

Moyra: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

While waiting for the traffic lights to go green, there was a group of whiney, laughing.."hee hee hee" type of girls, in their convertible posh jeep. They stopped next to Moyra's car and just giggled.

Girl #1: Oh, look at her. She looks like a retard siting in that weird looking car.

Moyra: It's called a Beetle woman.

Girl #2: What? A beatle!! Oh no! Where? Is it in my bikini? Yikes!

Moyra rolled her eyes: Sheesh, can this be any worse?

Girl #3: I beg your pardon?

Moyra: I said, you girls look sooooo lovely today.

She smiled.

Girl #1 and 2: Oh, thank you.

Girl #4: We just had our hair made up, nails polished. Oh and had some numbers from some cute hottie.

Moyra: Ah, right.

Still waiting for the traffic lights. It looked as though the black headed three eyes pole did not function properly.

Girl #3: You should get your nails done too. And put some make-up on.

Moyra: I do my own nails, my own make-up and hair thank you.

All 4 girls: Ewww...that's so inhygenic!

Moyra: Thanks! I live and breathe it, every single day.

She said with full sarcasm, but the girls obviously did not get it. They just looked at each other, then looked back at her with disgust. All Moyra could do was laugh. Finally, it was green light time and Moyra vroomed away.

Moyra: Silly, shallow girls.

Firstly, she dropped by at Amelie's house. They have been buddies for a few years, but seemed like forever to everyone else. Amelie, walked out of her house and got into Moyra's car.

Amelie: Hey love, how are you?

Moyra: Great, bebeh. I bumped to some "hot" shallow chicks earlier on. Man, were they as shallow as a swimming pool! Without the water of course!

Amelie: Are you serious? That bad? I've heard of bad ones, but this flash news is rather new to me. These aren't the girls who hang out in fours and laugh at everyone who drives or walk passes them? 'cause if they are, I know 'em.

Moyra: How do you know? Did you read my mind?

Amelie: Ahahaha...no silly. Lucky guess. Describe them, they might be my neigh-bours.

Just before Moyra was about to describe the girls, they drove pass her car and parked in their house.

Moyra: Oh, speak of the 'devils", there they are.

Amelie: Ugh! One of them dated my friend's ex. She was horrible to him. 1 week and he dumped her, but she made up as though she dumped him.

The four girls got out of the jeep. One of them, who had really long locks, fairly slim and dressed from head to toe, designer label, saw Moyra and Amelie.

Amelie, waved at the girl, but she just snotted off.

Moyra: Snobs!

Amelie: That's Lakeesha..but everyone calls her 'leech'. Don't know why though. She's probably one anyway. And that blonde wannabe, is Lolita. People call her 'Lollipop'. Guess the guys mostly like her..hmmmm??? And that other chick, the one with the short reddish hair, with freckles on her face, that's Marre (Marie), she's ok, so-so, but a bit fiesty. You know what they say about red-heads. The last girl over there, wearing a very, very, very, very short dress is Toni. She's the weirdest of the bunch.

Moyra: Oh yeah. So, they're sisters. They don't look alike though.

Amelie: Nah, they're just friends who happened to buy the house. Despite all that shallowness, they just have money coming in like nuts! They don't even work! Must be the oil business their parents are in.

Moyra: Hmm. So, are we ready to go?

Amelie: Lets do this!