Little Wonder Women

Chapter One: Who Are We?

Chapter One: Who Are We?

“Who are we? That is the question that my girls and I ask every day we wake up. We are four ordinary girls that are living life just like everyone else. That is what we expect to be, but that is not definitely who are we. Who are we? We are The Little Wonder Women of The Mystical Realms, and we are going to solve murders and save our home.” Perrie Holmes.

                                                                                        Perrie:

I looked down at my rose gold Apple watch at Terrie typing where the hell am I? She knew I take a long time to get ready. Plus, I had to wait for my Aunt Meagan to be done too. Did I just say, aunt? Where were my parents?

For one thing, they weren’t living on this beautiful Earth anymore. My parents, after they had baby ole me, decided to go on a vacation to Puerto Rico by a cruise. Two days before they even got to place both feet on the land of the tropical place, there was a crazy killer on the loose for wealthy robbery family and wanted to rob another rich folk. My father was a cop and wasn’t going to let another crime occur on the cruise. He then decided to talk to the man down. Against her safety, my mother tried to escape the family away from gunpoint, but it was too late. The killer saw what she was doing and shot his bullet right through her stomach. My father screamed, ran after the man, and it got him killed too. My parents died for protecting a family. Everyone believed that they died as heroes… I, for one, considered that also. When the rescued family visited my aunt and me, they felt remorse for us. For their appreciation, they wrote us a check of $10,000 and two tickets to Puerto Rico. Now I am 14, living with my Aunt in Lexington, Massachusetts, and tomorrow was my first day of high school. Today, though, I am going to hang out with my girlfriends and catch up before the mayhem tomorrow. I heard my aunt calling out my name. I stepped out of my light blue color room, went down the white stairs and spotted my aunt putting on her favorite ruby earrings. If anyone in public saw us together, they’ll probably think that that was my mom’s best friend. We looked completely different. I am Caucasian with freckles on my face, and I had long blonde hair and blue eyes. I am 5’3, and everything else about my body was skinny.  My aunt, on the other hand of the family, was Caucasian as well, but she loved to tanned herself. She had brunette hair and a birthmark on top of her nose. I can’t say anything about her body features because she was wearing her dentist outfit. However, we are both good looking women and related.

“Are you ready, Perrie?” she quickly asked as my head nodded slowly because I was long done before Terrie could even say “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” five times. 

As we headed towards Giroux Building Mall, my Aunt decided to ask me something, and I already knew what subject was that, “Are you excited for high school tomorrow?” I stayed muted slightly before answering because our relationship wasn’t always the best. It was hard to talk to her about herself and myself, as well. I didn’t understand why she avoided those subjects, sooner or later, we should talk about it. 

“Yeah, I’m slightly hesitant about it, but I know my girls are with me.”

“Are you going to take biology because you love your animals,” she chuckled at that true statement about me. I loved animals dearly. It was always part of my human self. I always get upset when I see furry little animals getting ran over and left to be squished by other vehicles.

“I think I have to take Earth Science first, then Biology which is also good to know about the environment,” My aunt made the last turn to the entrance and parked right in front of the mall doors. I unbuckled my seatbelt and grabbed my blue and white pocketbook purse. “I’ll call you later. Bye, love you!” I responded as I got out and waved at her. She slowly waved as I spotted her pink lips turned into a frown. I can tell she was disappointed insufficiently at how she slowly looked out and turned to the exit sign. I wished I had a smooth relationship with my aunt.

                                                                                              XXXX

I found my girlfriends at the food court, waiting for me to eat our lunches. I sat down next to them, and we chatted about business like no other. “We have to match!” Terrie's eyes bulged out her glasses, and her mouth opened with hashbrowns in it.

We looked at her, insanely, “Why match?” Jerrie asked. I forget one thing to explain about my girls was that we all had the same name except the first letter. There was Jerrie, and we called her “The Not-So Goth Girl.” She may love her dark clothing and alternative rock and sometimes can be mean, but she was one of the friendliest in the group. There was crazy Terrie, and she’s known as “Lover Girl” because she really cares for her family and friends, and would defend them for anything. Lastly, there was cute Berrie, and she was definitely a “Girly Girl” out of all us. We had the same names, but we are pretty sure different from each other. 

“Perrie, do you agree with me?” Terrie questioned me, interrupting my thoughts. 

I looked up at them, “S-sure, why not girls? Let’s do it…” 

“Really, Per?” Jerrie retorted with a are you serious expression.

I shrugged my shoulders as I continued to eat my fries and stared into space, while I let the girlfriends kept chatting about outfits. Suddenly, I saw an older figure; actually, it was a woman that looked pale, her hair was pulled back and wore glasses. She also wore a dark blue blouse, skirt, and shoes. Her eyes stayed on me, and my heart started thrashing as I saw her finger pointing at me and motioning for me to come. What the hell? Who was she?

My eyes gazed at the girls as they saw me pointing my finger at the lady, they rapidly turned around, but she was no longer present. 

“What happened?” Berrie inquired. 

My head turned left to right to see the woman again, but she vanished like it was nothing.

“A woman was staring at me… I don’t know where she went...” the girls continued glanced around to see who the hell I am talking about, but it was no luck.

 I then saw Jerrie smacked her hand on the table, “I’ll be right back, I wanna check out this store,” she got up and walked off. I placed my finger to my lips, and I needed to stop daydreaming…

                                                                                       Jerrie:

I needed to get up because of hearing that we had to match tomorrow was for baby girls, but those are my girls, so I’ll do it for them. However, the real reason I needed to get away from them because someone was coming to see me. I walked inside the H&M store and went to the Men’s Section and naturally glimpsed around and waited. I instantly felt two hands covered my eyes.

I inhaled my breath, “Steven Hopes,” I exhaled loudly as he quickly took off his big soft hands, and I turned to him. “What? No one heard me,” I held his hands.

He drew as he realized that the store was utterly empty, “I know, I just want to be safe, that’s all,” he looked into my brown eyes. Steven Hopes was a jock for the baseball team. He was tanned-like, 5’10, and had an athletic body, of course. He had dirty short red hair, green eyes, and was muscular. Sometimes, Steven was egocentric, but when it comes to his brother and me, he does get weak for us. 

“Are you scared your buddies will find out about me?” I crossed my arms and looked around the sweaters aisle. 

He then grabbed one of my hands, “No, munchie. I don’t care who finds out that I have the most extraordinary girlfriend,” he leaned over and kissed my lips. He was right on that one because I was  5’5, browned-skinned, my eyes are brown, but one of them was lazy. My natural hair color was black, but I love dying it, so now it was red. I had dimples on both cheeks, and I was hella thick. 

At least I had someone recognized my beauty. I don’t hate Jessica and Jacobs Dyerome because they are my birth parents, but they don’t act like they love their oldest child! They never indeed talked to me about myself or school. They usually brought friends and had parties or dinners with them. Let say they are “Rich-Snobby Parents.” Thank God for my phone and the app i********:. Let just say that I am a kind of stalker because Steven was one of the crushes that I liked in middle school. I had dreams that we were already married and everything. Although, how I am and looked, there was no damn chance for us. When I sent that follow request, he accepted within seconds and then directed messaged my ass! My heart came out of my chest as I responded to him, and we just continued messaging each other through Insta. Then we talked on the phone and even tried our best to see each other. However, I am ashamed of seeing him because of who he was, remarkably, he agreed to date secretly. 

I then felt my phone vibrated in my back pocket, and I knew it was the girls messaging me, “Steven, you know I want to hang out with you, but I’m here with my girls. Can we talk later?” I let him know, and he put his head down with disappointment.

“Alright, munchin, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek as I paced away from him. Sometimes there was a downside to our relationship, such as not to be able to see each other. 

                                                                                        Terrie:

After the mall with the gals, I took a taxi back home so I could place my new matching outfit for tomorrow. Everyone was acting weird today, Perrie saw a creepy woman, Jerrie left for no apparent reason, and Berrie was just hushed. I hoped they are alright and put on their grown women thongs on… We are high school girls! Yes! I’m excited about the thrilled parties and fellas also! I wondered should I join sports or clubs because I would love to join them both, but I don’t want to be overwhelming with remarkably much on my hand. On the other hand, I had the least expectations for my grandmother and mother because of those two… Please don’t let me get started on them now. 

As the taxi driver dropped me in front of my grandma’s house, I paid the man and got out. While I was searching for my key, as always, I heard screaming and Spanish words coming out in the wind. I groaned, banged on the door, the door revealed my mother Camilla Cruze with her apron on, shaking her head with annoyance. 

“You forget your key?” she asked me angrily and stormed back to the kitchen. That aroma of the sauteed onions, bell peppers, and the beef together making me hungry all over again.

I stuttered a little bit, “U-um, yeah… I forgot. Hello, grandma,” I walked inside and kissed my 82-year-old grandmother Ann-Marie. My mom and she looked just alike; both brown-skinned, dark brown eyes, and the same height as 5’5 or 5’7. It only my mother still had red hair, and grandma had gray hair and wore glasses. Me, I was 5’2, had brown hair, same skin tone as them, dark brown eyes, and a birthmark next to my eye. 

“Angelita, how are you? Are you hungry?” my grandma asked with a concerned tone.

“She already ate, mom. She went out with her friends,” my mom responded to her.

My grandma’s eyebrows arched with annoyance as she turned to my mother, here we go again, “I am not talking to you, Camilla! Talk to that man, Joseph!” my eyes widen because my mom had been seeing this man Joseph Roriez and my grandma hates him. She assumed he was using her for money.

“Mom!” I saw my mother placed down the cloth and went up to grandma. “Joseph is my man, so deal with it. Damn, why can’t you accept any man in my life?” she put her hands up. I shook my head and walked away from their argument. I just wished they both get along, ever since grandma drove my dad away from this family, my mom and her relationship went down the drain. 

                                                                                       Berrie:

I am happy to be able to see my girls before school starts. There was also someone else I had to see before I headed home. I took the bus to the famous lounge in Lexington, which was O’Connors: Eat, Drink, Chill, and Play! It was owned by one of the friendliest man Edward Roberts, and he was best friend with my father, Collins Burns. Another thing I was best friends with his son, Klause Roberts. We were friends ever since we were little, and we literally hung out every day. However, I don’t know when it was the right time for him to get a girlfriend who wasn’t the best one. Stephanie Cooks. I don’t like her because her insults were always about me or others to bring down on and Klause was too gullible to realize the things she would say. I figured to let them jokes go and move on. As I got up and pulled down, the yellow string for the bus could stop. I grabbed my stuff and walked out of the bus as it ended. I looked up at the lounge and sensed it was packed because of the Sunday football or baseball game. I went inside and saw Klause with his buddies Warren and Matthew and of course, his girlfriend, Stephanie. Why me? I paced myself slowly over there and nicely interrupted everyone. 

“Hey, guys!” they all turned with more excitement in their eyes as they got up and made sure I wasn’t left out while I spotted Stephanie sitting down and munching on her greasy ass wings.

“You made it,” Klause put his arm around my shoulder. God, he was one gorgeous man. He was dark-skinned, 5’12, muscular, had gray eyes, and a fresh new haircut for tomorrow. He even had pink lips and dimples, and he also got his ears pierced! Klause had caught my attention. Stephanie… She was okay, I guessed. She was small, had green eyes, ginger hair, and light-skinned a few freckles around her face. 

“Hey, Berries, how’s it going?” Stephanie's eyes lifted at me as my lips slowly formed into a smile.

“It’s going well,” I shrugged and sat down at the table and watched Klause chatting up with the fellas.

“You know Klause, and I mostly have three or four classes together?” she whispered another annoying thing with her hot breath in my ear. However, this one irks my nerves. I do not want my relationship with Klause to be forgotten. I needed to find another way to talk to him without stinky breath Stephaine around. 

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After that lounge hangout, Klause’s father offered me a ride back home, thank goodness his father dropped Stephanie home first because this car ride was already awkward with her in here. As I saw my dad’s motorcycle parked in the garage, I knew he was home. “Berrie, tell your father I say hey,” Edward told me. I nodded my head as I waved at them and got out of the car. I slowly entered inside as I spotted my father watching the rest of the game and drinking as always. I closed the door silently as his white head turned back and took a glimpse of me. I noticed his brown eyes on me, giving me the fear of not interrupting his game time. 

He took one more sip of his beer and stood up, and I stayed calmly of what might happen next, “Hey, Berrie, Edward dropped you home?” he responded and put his hands on his hips. My father was a good man, probably the kindest because he will do anything for you. He was 47-year-old, 5’10, white, lean on the side, and he had blonde hair. However, ever since my mother passed away when I was five years old, his personality had changed from kind to selfish and abusive. He would even touch me sexually because I looked just like my mother. I was dark-skinned, had black hair and dark brown eyes. I was 5’4, and I have a tattoo on my wrist that said my mother’s name Clarissa on it. I understand why he was acting like that because he missed my mother, and I’m all he got, but that doesn’t give him the right to abuse me.

I nodded my head and hurriedly to my room because I always tried my best to avoid any conversation with him. I slammed my door and let out a couple of breaths as I felt my eyes were watering up because it was terrifying to live with my father, but he was my only parent. I just wished I had someone to help me out.