Love amidst lies

"Hurry up jas, we'll be late for Mom's funeral" A tall, light skin lady, with blonde hair, blue eyes and middle sized boobs who appears to be my older sister; Monica yelled. "Oh please don't rush me, you know I don't like it" I said admiring my beautiful self in the mirror... I, a dark young lady with black hair, I might not be as tall as my sister but not to brag I know I am sexy. "Jas, I'm going to count to five and you must be out"... "There she go again always bossing me around, she might look a bit calm but trust me she's a pain the butt ... " three..." she continues I quickly jumped out knowing what she's capable of doing if she gets to five. *** Not long when the ceremony began, we arrived... Damn the whole crowd was onto us, I couldn't look up just hasten my steps to my seat. "See, now we look like some maniacs late for their mother's funeral" Monica said looking incensed... *** the program ended at approximately 2 hours late, but I was asleep the whole time, interrupted by my annoying sister. "why the hell would you wake me up? can't you see I'm in the middle of something" I questioned hoping to get an answer "we are leaving now, oh and guess what, Adele filmed you, and hashtagged it 'daughter sleeps at her mom's funeral' you should have seen your face" she burst into laughter wait, wait, wait, I was filmed? and you did nothing? I was already losing it "duh, what should I have done, tried to stop them?" "yes" I gave her a sharp reply " no, you know I can't do that,have you forgotten? .. meet me at home when you're ready" " oh gosh! how could I forget, Monica acts like she doesn't know me in from of her popular friends... so clearly it explains everything... **** JASMINE'S P.O.V This day has finally arrived, my mom died when I was just two or three, I had spent six years living with my uncles, it was tough though, but when I turned nine, my dad got married to Monica's mom, Monica was just two years older and then she became my sister, I did enjoyed having a mother but not until my father died, I then became a maid in my father's house, it's been eight years now... I thought if she's dead... I can finally find some peace.. but it feels so like my hell is just getting started... No, no, I can't think like that, she's just been buried... let me just.. go downstairs, get a glass and forget all about her... yes, that's what I'll do.. MONICA'S P.O.V. I don't know why my mom had to die like this, I was just starting to enjoy how victory feels like, who will make her kneel before me? ... you had to leave when victory was just getting sweet".. I took a deep breath trying to encourage myself "I need to get it together, resume back to school and make it even without your presence". I said after gathering enough courage and head down for a drink. *** the next day "today is the D day" "D day? I puzzled "yes, as in death" Monica answered "may I asked why it is a death day for you" I specified making it clear that it's hers "well I have class today and guess what it is?... she paused hoping for my reply but then continued after realizing I gave no attention "it's financial accounting, and that professor class is so boring like hell" "who on earth becomes an accountant and hate accounting, look if you hate it so much you can still change...I mean..this is still your first year at the University' I offered her my opinion "hush, just shut it, I promised my mom that I'll study accounting and make her proud" she insisted " fine, study your accounting for your mother... I gesticulate. get your certificate and go give it to her maybe then you can think about what to do with your life. she was dumbfounded for a while then said" you are out of your mind, I'd better get going, this conversation is making me feel weird" she exits the door and not long I followed.