Novel & Cerita Mad Magazine

Not that I'm judging her, but it is surprising. "Using me for my connections like all the others?" I joke, but she just rolls her eyes and punches me lightly. Madison is a beautiful girl. Tall, black skin, brown-honey eyes and long brown hair. Damon would call her an... eight. Any eight, nine or ten is always welcome at Tundra, "You know you can use me as much as you want. If you want a job, you've got it." "Oh, Ady, thank you," she says, hugging me again, "I just want to make the most of my youth while I can. I can always go back to being a boring lawyer later."

Foluke said making herself comfortable on the chair next to mine. Curiously, I raised a brow and watched Bisola grab a copy of what seemed to be a magazine. I shrugged nonchalantly," what's so special about being in a magazine?" "Firstly," Meredith cleared me, "this is no ordinary magazine, this is the Greenville High gossip review. It carries the latest news of who is cheating on who, who's dating who and recent breakups. And though, I'm not a huge fan of it, I must tell you, the secrets in here are juicy."

“Mom’s already home and she is pissed. You didn’t set anything out for dinner tonight.” Madison or Maddie as she preferred to be called was four years younger just turning fifteen. Though she could be mistaken for my age with the amount of makeup and short shorts she wore. She was the girly princess that you would expect the most popular girl in school would be. Her energy and bouncing positivity could be nauseating at times. But, even with our parents, she turned out okay. Spoiled, but nothing that would make you worry for her mate in the future.

My head was spinning with thoughts that I never quite considered to be worth problemizing over. "Can you stop that?!" banging on my temples with the palsm of my hands, trying to dispel wild thoughts that were uncessesary at the moment. I walked to the living room. The coffee table was also mahogany. “This woman is obsessed with mahogany.” I said picking up the remote control for the flat screen TV. It turned on quickly. The news flashed in front of my eyes. “Two people dead in an explosion,” the reporter said, “according to eye witnesses, the children of the deceased couple were able to run away from the house, right before the explosion.”

I should have asked him that earlier but I was so shocked that I couldn't ask anything else. I parked the car in the garage and took a long breath, staring at the envelope on the seat next to me. It looked simple but classy, with a gold seal in the center. I picked it up with hands trembling with anxiety and opened the envelope slowly. I pulled out what was inside, and there was nothing in the small black art carton. It's just my name 'Isabella Rossi' and 9:30 P.M. August 18. Sanyara Club. Salem, Massachusetts.

'Why am I surrounded by weird people?' Madison asked herself. Weirdly enough, all the people she called weird is those who she finds either interesting or stupid. Who did good stupidity towards her. She thought Jordan is weird for accepting her despite of learning the fact that she's pregnant with Gavin's child. And the fact that Jordan promised to take care of her without expecting something in return is super weird for her. If somebody heard her calling Jordan weird, they might confuse the word weird to have the same definition of kind.

“I do. What’s your next question?” She checked. “Do you get the Arrow?” “Since I don’t know what that is, it seems safe to assume I don’t.” “It’s the Book of Making You Feel Bad About Yourself. You know, the Spring Well magazine? It’s full of stories about people who are living amazing lives and achieving amazing things while you’re sitting around in your pants playing games.” she paused. “I guess you don’t do that, what with being a billionaire and everything.” “I don’t, no.”

Mom has fashion magazines spread across the living room coffee table like evidence in a trial. Jenny sits cross-legged on the rug beside her, eyes shining with the kind of excitement only a fourteen-year-old can muster over someone else's wardrobe. "It's about time," Mom says when I walk in, towel-drying my hair. She doesn't look up at first, just flips a glossy page. "Honestly, Cat. You can't avoid this forever." "I wasn't avoiding," I lie.

Oh, and MagMedia called and said that their foreign exchange program was in effect and was wondering if we would like to participate," she spills off. "What the hell is MagMedia?" I ask. "Well, I know what they are, but what is their program?" I ask. MagMedia is the same company as Fain&Frailey. The only difference is they are out of the country...well, they're on the opposite side of the world.

Maddy rolled her eyes dramatically and I chuckled, she was such a sweet soul and I keep wondering why someone would want to hurt her. What’s this on your hair?.” Madison pointed at a black stick on my hair. “It’s one of my moms gift to me and today I felt a voice in my head telling me to take it with me to see you.” “It’s looks weird .” “I love it.” “So how’s Kael doing?.” She asked with a sinister smile, wiggling her brows in a crazy dance. I threw her a soft glare and she reacted with her tongue struck out in a playful way. I resisted the urge to laugh and flicked her forehead.