Chapter One: Monotonous life

Part One: How It All Began

The vibrating of my phone woke me up. I groaned and whimpered. I reached out for the phone on the other pillow and opened my eyes. "Fuck!" The light blinded my eyes. I blinked and rubbed my eyes sitting up. The phone stopped ringing but began ten seconds later. I answered it since my eyes had already gotten used to it. "Do you realize it's 5 am?" I asked huskily.

"Do you realize it's 11:43!" She yelled. I grumbled under my breath. "Arabel, you need to take this thing seriously before you get fired. Everyone is getting pissed off because of your new attitude. Are you pregnant or something?" My manager screamed upsettingly. I moved the phone away from my ear and fell back on mine.

"I'll be there in an hour," I murmured.

"Ara, what is your… okay, an hour," she sighed. I threw the phone away and went back to sleep, but the phone rang again. Ah, she knew me too well. Grumbling under my breath, I threw the light blanket away and sat up. I stood up and slipped my feet into my flip-flops. I walked to my bathroom, no, I plodded there, and without wasting much time, I was done.

The one hour is for more rest.

My phone rang again. I ran to it because the special ringtone made it clear who it was. "Amacake," I said excitedly. She chuckled.

"Arapie, good morning,"

"I've missed you,"

"We talked last night," she said with a chuckle.

"Four years ago," I said poutingly. She laughed.

"God, I've missed seeing you in person,"

"If we can get together without your clingy husbands, then count me in," I said happily. They always stuck to their husbands which were super annoying. Especially Ama, herself, and Blake were inseparable. They were each other's second skin and Blake was her handbag as she was Blake's breath. My other sister, Iso, didn't always stick to her husband but she couldn't resist him when he stuck to her. He always followed her about… almost always. It was sad being the only single one among the older girls in my family.

"I guess so. let's see what Iso will think about it," she'd be all game. We'll just have to figure out how to help her ditch her husband, Lake. Yes, their names are similar. My sisters married their high school sweethearts who were also best friends. They literally became friends because of their names.

"How's your man by the way?"

"Very fine, babies are too but is always hungry,"

"More hungry than Blake?" I asked smirkingly.

"More hung… oh! You are crazy!" She laughed as my words slowly registered to her. "I called to check on you and babies say hi," she said happily. She had twins, one year and four months old. "Isn't that right, babies?" She asked babyishly. All I heard was baby language. "Raven took his first running step today and River called me mama," she said tearily.

"They grow up so fast," I cooed.

Don't they?!" She squealed and laughed.

"Mama," I heard a tiny voice. Ama screamed excitedly. I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Ara, did you hear that? Raven just called me mama too!"

"Stop overreacting!" Blake shouted from the other end.

"Jealous much!" She shouted. "Say mama again," she sang and I think she was clapping her hands, "call me mama," One of them called it and she went mad again. I chuckled and hung up.

"I don't have time for that, continue your gleeful madness first. I love you." I murmured to myself, dialing Isobel's phone number. "Hey, baby girl!" I shouted.

"Grandma!" She squealed. I rolled my eyes. "How ya?"

"I'm fine just tired and miss you,"

"Aww, I miss you too. I've just been too busy with my four babies", she sighed.

"I thought you only had three?"

"Lake is a much bigger kid, just being too clingy and overprotective,"

"You chose to marry him because you love him so deal with it," I scoffed at y. I would have preferred them to be single like me, but no, they decided to remain in love and leave me behind. It wasn't their fault but sometimes, it got to me.

"At least I'm married, when will you even think of getting into a serious relationship with someone?" Here comes the talk.

"When all my hair turns white," I said smirkingly. She scoffed.

"Aren't you dating Kennedy anymore?" She asked curiously.

"We never dated, I don't feel a thing for him and he is a mama's boy," I said irritably.

"Hmmm, what…"

"No Cupid please," I interjected.

"For today, I will let you off the hook," she said with her weird motherly tone.

"Do you guys want to hang out? I can create time," I asked hopefully.

"Sure, a break from men will do us good. I will talk to Ama about it,"

"Already have,"

"Then I guess all we need is a date. I will check my schedule and link it up to Ama's," she said her voice rising. "Excuse me, I have to go yell at some stubborn kids now. I love you."

"I love you more,"

"I love you m… Shelly, put your brother down!!!" She hung up. I smiled.

My everyday life.

Isobel and Amabel were my sisters, born from different mothers but with the same father. Wait. My father had two wives, Isobel's and mine, but both died after giving birth to us on the same day. Later, on one of our usual business moving, dad met Amabel's mother who was our teacher, and Ama our friend. Amabel was coincidentally born on the same day as us, she is the youngest, and me the eldest. Our parents fell in love and got married.

We were the best of sisters, triplets as we claim. But as we grew up, we started parting because of their marriage. I was the unlucky one. It wasn't like before, and I wished it was.

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I sashayed into the building nonchalantly. Mindy ran to me and hit my arm. "At least, walk faster and why didn't you wear something warmer? It's a snowstorm out there," she said worriedly.

"It's not cold at all, Mindy. I'm fine,"

"Ara, it's freaky cold. I can barely feel my legs," she lamented. I leaned forward and looked at the hair on her neck closely. She had goosebumps scattered across it and she looked pale. She was indeed cold but I wasn't feeling a bit cold.

"I don't easily get sick," I stood up straight and shrugged unperturbed. I wasn't lying. Ever since I turned sixteen, I can count the number of times I'd fallen sick on one hand and still have one to spare. She eyed me and hit my head with her really strong palm.

"You have to stop playing with your health," she said scoldingly, still worried.

"Blah blah whatever, you sound like my mother," I said irritably. She tried hitting me again but I ducked it and laughed. "Really, I'm fine,"

"I know," she smiled. "Go apologize to the producer and director," she patted my shoulder and left.

Mindy Wood, my best friend. Five years older and had been working for me since I started my acting career four years ago. She was nice, caring, outgoing, and strangely strong. A beautiful Supergirl with semi-long dirty blonde hair and striking blue eyes. She leaned very deeply into the curvy side, like Amabel, and had a very keen sense of smell and hearing.

"Look who finally decided to show up," the director said sardonically.

"I'm sorry is all I have to say," I said coldly and walked away to get ready. I wasn't always this rude but I slowly grew into one and I still couldn't tell why. Kennedy waved at me, I smiled and waved back. I can never date a mommy's pet.