First, let me thank you fro being patient with me. I know I have not been posting as often as I would like. So, again, thank you for being patient.
Second, I want to tell you something about a dog. A friend of a friend’s service dog is ill and they need some help to pay for treatment. Follow this link and learn more about how you can help.
Lastly, I wanted to show you the latest chapter of “Maybelline the Magnificent”. Here it is, chapter two! Enjoy:
Chapter Two: The Eternal Struggle
With her pockets full of coins and feeling very pleased, Maybelline was ready to leave the wishing well. She reached for the toy grappling gun on her brown toolbelt. Though it was meant to be a mere toy, purchased from a toy store, Maybelline had made some modifications to the grappling gun so that it could function like a real grappling gun. It was a black, rectangular gun with compartment to store thick rope and a trigger to launch the hook that was protruding from the long barrel. She pointed the toy gun toward the sky and shoot. The toy hook elegantly flew and landed on the edge of the well, firmly attaching itself to the stonework.
Once she confirmed that the hook was attached to the edge, she pushed the trigger again and the rope retracted into the gun and the force created began to pull her upward. Maybelline glided against the wall, following the straight line created by the rope, until she reached the exit. She climbed over the wall and onto the grass, the coins jingling in her pockets as she did so. Maybelline looked around, making sure no one had seemed her. As she placed the grappling gun back on her toolbelt, she scanned the trees and brushes that were scattered across the plains. When she was certain that she was lonely, she sauntered her way towards the orphanage’s front doors.
With ample steps, she climbed the steep stairs that lead to the front porch. She approached the front doors and reached for the handles. “Maybelline,” A voice caused her to jump in surprise and fright. The voice sounded firm and authoritative; it wasn’t the kind of voice you heard by a child. She spun around, having her fists up in a fighting stance, but all she saw was the darkness of the night. “Over here.” The voice said again. Maybelline looked to her left and, in the darkness, she saw the silhouette of a person sitting on the porch swing.
“Who’s there?!” She shouted as she reached for the flashlight on her toolbelt. It was the type of flashlight that needed to be shaken to activate it. She gave it a good shake and it flashed a beam of light toward the swing. Sitting there was Justin, his arms folded against his chest. Justin was tall, much taller than Maybelline. He had short black hair and emerald eyes. He was wearing a pure black hoodie, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of tattered black and white sneakers were on his feet. The look on Justin’s face was one of rage; his eyebrows were knitted and he was wearing a frown.
“Justin!” Said Maybelline. “I thought you left with the others.”
“I told them that I would catch up with them later.” He said. “After I got something.”
“Where are the others then?” She asked.
“At Sarah’s house, watching a movie.” He said matter-of-factly.
“Oh, ok. Well, I have to go see Joey now, so you have fun with that.” She turned away from him, the light from the flashlight moving from Justin’s face to the doors of the orphanage, and went to grip the door handle.
“Hold it.” Justin said, getting up from the porch swing, his hands in the pockets of his pants. Maybelline watched as the older boy walked over to her, the flashlight shining on him the whole time. He stood in front of her, looking down at her with a wrathful expression. “Give them to me.”
Dumbfounded, Maybelline answered back: “Give what to you?”
Justin’s right eye visibly twitched, he was clenching his teeth, and then he struck the wood of one of the doors with his right fist. The sudden and loud sound made the younger girl jump. “CUT THE BULL!” He yelled. He had raise his voice as high that anyone in a five feet radius would hear. Maybelline took a step backward, shock and fear etched into her face. Despite all those years of trying to present herself as fearless, there were certain times when she felt genuinely afraid, many of those times involved Justin. “Give. Them. To. Me.” He ordered her. “Now!”
Maybelline, understanding what Justin was referring to, calmed her nerves, straighten her back, held her head high, and said: “No.”
The young girl’s response clearly surprised Justin. “‘No’?” He repeated. “Do you just say ‘no’ to me?”
“Yes.” Said Maybelline. “I want to keep them.”
Justin barked in laughter. “‘Joey’?” He repeated.
Maybelline frowned “Don’t laugh! Joey is really sick and he needs his medicine and-”
Justin struck the wood of the door beside Maybelline again, yet this time it sounded harder. The sudden noise made her jump again, causing her to go silent. “Listen!” He shouted at her. “I don’t care about you or your sick brother! Give me the money now!”
“What are you going to do if I don’t?” She rebelled.
Justin removed his fist from the door and held it in front of Maybelline’s face. “This.” He said as he shook it. “This is what I will do. Understand?”
With a long and slow exhale, Maybelline placed the flashlight in her mouth, gripping it with her teeth, and fished out the coins with both hands. She pulled out fistfuls of coins and placed them in Justin’s cupped hands. He hurriedly placed the coins into his pockets, the coins jingling as he did so. A few of the coins fell onto the ground and he was quick to pick them up and place them in his pockets. “Is that all of them?” He asked.
She removed the flashlight from her mouth and said: “Yes.”
“Are you telling me the truth?” He asked.
“Yes.” She answered.
“Good.” He said, his hands in his pockets. He turned away from her and started walking down the steps. Once he had reached the last landing, he turned back to face, his hands still in his pockets. “I’m telling everyone that you almost stole from them and that, if it wasn’t for me, you would have gotten away with it.”
Maybelline scoffed. “Sure,” She said in a mocking tone. “Tell them. Tell them and get all of the glory.” She rolled her eyes. “All you care about is attention anyways.”
Justin stomped back up the steps and eyed the younger girl angrier. “When are you gonna realize your place?” He asked sternly. “I’m older, I’m more popular. What are you?” His lips curved into a wicked smile and he chuckled. “You’re nothing. You’re both nothing!” With that, he turned, walked down the steps again, and disappeared into the darkness.
Once she was sure that her was gone, Maybelline slipped a hand into left pocket and pulled a single silver coin. She had lied to Justin; she hasn’t given him all the coins. She had kept one hidden in her pocket. She stared down at the coin and watched as her own tears dripped from her face and landed on it.