“…Happy Birthday dear Quatre. Happy Birthday to you!”
Quatre looked around at his huge table. Every seat was filled with each of his 29 sisters.
Anne: “Quick Quatre blow out your candles and make a wish!” Quatre smiled. This was his favorite part of having a birthday. He thought for a second about what to wish for and then blew out all ten candles in one breath.
“Wow Quatre! I can’t believe you finally reached 10! You’re in double digits!”
Quatre: “Yeah me neither! It seems like only yesterday I had all my friends over for a party. And mom messed up their names, remember?” All the sisters nodded and smiled.
Quatre’s Mom: “Time for your presents Quatre!” There was a stampede of sixty feet to one of their many living rooms. Quatre was very excited. He turned the corner and saw his presents. All ONE of them!
Quatre: “Huh? How come there’s only one present here? I mean, I don’t mind there’s only one but I was expecting more.” He tried to sound as polite as possible.
Quatre’s Mom: “This one’s from me.” She handed Quatre the present, which was wrapped in pink paper with ribbons and pictures of unicorns. Despite the rapping paper, he ripped it open with delight. It was a journal. It was decorated with many peace signs and smily faces. On the cover in big bold letters it read ‘I’m Proud To Be Me!’
Quatre: “Wow! Thanks Mom!” He hugged the little journal and thought of all the things he could right in it. Like that time Duo got his head caught in a sock, and the other time where Duo had a near death experience when he got his braid stuck in a pencil sharpener.
Anne: “Oh Quatre.” She talked very suspiciously. Quatre turned and looked at her. “Now it’s our turn to give you a present.” All the girls giggled.
Quatre: “Uh oh,” he thought. This was not good.
Anne: “It’s upstairs. Follow us!” Anne led the way as 28 other sisters and Quatre went up the stairs. She stopped at a room that had no light in it whatsoever. “Go ahead!” Quatre was reluctant but went inside anyway. He couldn’t make anything out until Anne turned on a light. There was something humongous being covered by a blanket.
Quatre: “WOW! It’s huge!” The sisters giggled. “What is it?”
Anne: “I’ll show you.” At this time Quatre heard the door shut and lock. Anne pulled off the blanket. “TA DA!”
In front of Quatre was a mirror, a round table, and a chair.
Quater: “Huh?” thought Quatre. “What is all this?” Then he noticed something else. “Is that? No…it couldn’t be! Wait it is!” A look of horror crossed Quatre’s face He gasped. “Ma-ma-mascara…blush…eye shadow…lipstick…a dress! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!” He ran to the door to find it locked. NO! Anne and a couple other sisters dragged him back by his arms and set him in the chair. Then they attacked him! Well, with makeup that is. Quatre screamed and screamed but no one heard him.
The next half an hour was the longest in Quatre’s life. They never seemed to run out of makeup. All he heard was giggling and things like, “I need more eye shadow!” “Where’s the blue nail polish?!” “Hold still or your mascara will smear!” Then all of a sudden he heard a voice say, “All done Quatre!” His sisters led him to the mirror. He peered in at the person.
Quatre: “AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” It didn’t look a thing like him. “Oh my God.” He was wearing a blue and white checkered jumper over a white shirt and red high heels. There was a long brown wig on his head. Quatre’s sisters had put it in a long single braid. His fingernails were baby blue. His eyes had very heavy blue eye shadow and mascara, and his lips were ruby red.
Anne: “Well, do you like it, Quatre?” She smiled evilly.
Quatre: “I…I look like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz!” He jumped out of their grip and ran out of the room, down the hall, and down the stairs. His mom saw him running.
Quatre’s Mom: “No running in the house young lady!”
Quatre: “But mom, I’m not…”
Quatre’s Mom: “Don’t lie to me I saw you running. Oh and tell Quatre his little friend is here.” Quatre turned a corner and was surprised to see who it was.
Quatre: “Duo!” He ran up to him and gave him a big hug, forgetting for a moment what he looked like.
Duo: “HI!” He looked very nervous. “Uhhh…who are you?” Quatre finally remembered.
Quatre: “It’s me Quatre,” Duo peered into his eyes and looked him over from head to toe. He opened his mouth to say something but he was speechless (a first for Duo). He stepped back.
Duo: “I like your hair. I don’t care what people say, long braids on guys are sooooo in!” Quatre’s sisters bumbled down the stairs. They looked at Duo then huddled together. “They want me,” he licked his finger and put it on his side making a ‘tsh’ sound.
Anne: “Hey cutie, come up here.” Duo smiled and strutted up the stairs. They all giggled and grabbed him. The door shut behind him and locked.
Duo: “Take it easy ladies, there’s plenty of me to go arouAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
The End