BENITA CELESTINE

Singing in the shower and dancing in the mirror was my mood that morning.

I spun around happily like a ballerina; my life was going just right.

Nikita walked into my room. “What's the occasion?” She voiced.

I glanced towards her, grinning happily, then unexpectedly frowning, “Shut up and leave Nikki, I'm too happy to argue.”

She scoffed out loud, “What are you going to do this time? Rape him?”

“Nikki!” I growled. “Are you jealous of us?”

She laughed ...