Chairs scraped noisily as people leaned this way and that, chattering to the people next to them. Every where you looked, merry faces blabbed all kinds of news to others. The grand hall of the village was now playing host to the village itself, allowing them to hold their monthly meeting.
It was as people started to wonder when the meeting was going to start that something happened. Actually, some one happened. The noise of a squealing microphone reverberated around the room, causing heads to turn, and hands to block ears.
Once the screeching had stopped, and everyone was silent, a jolly, round woman spoke.
It was Mayor Lisa, the kind, honourable Mayor of the village. Her sparkling brown eyes filled everyone in the room with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.Her butter coloured hair was swept back off her face, tied up in a perfect bun at the back. Everything about Lisa was cheerful, from her flamingo coloured shirt, to her sky blue socks.
She continued to address the crowd.
“Welcome to our monthly meeting,” she said with a soft smile. “Now, before we get started on discussing any future events, I am going to introduce you all to the newest member of our community. She will give a small speech on how she started her own fashion chain. Please give a round of applause for Violet La Chelair.”
The village cheered and clapped, but that all ceased when the sound of clacking heels echoed around the room. A woman stepped on the stage. She then started her walk to the microphone. Violet La Chelair was very tall and thin.
Her inky black hair was cut into a short bob, making her high cheek bones even more emphasised. Her long nails were painted blood red, the same colour as her heels. Draped around her thin body was a marvellous coat, the same colour as her fern green eyes. Underneath her coat she wore a white skirt, the kind you might see flight attendants wearing. Enormous gems dangled from her earlobes, looking like mini chandeliers.To finish her look, she had tied a snow coloured silk scarf around her neck.
When she reached the microphone, she looked hard at the people sitting before her. She then opened her mouth and harshly talked to the audience.
“I am here because of my talent. I am not in this position because of kindness or friendliness, I am in this position because of my utterly incredible gift, and because everyone recognised my awesomeness as soon as I entered this pathetic world.”
Violet was arrogant. She prattled on about how amazing she was until every single being in the town hall was fed up with her.
As soon as she uttered the last word of her time consuming speech, she smiled a devilish smile, expecting to be granted with praise and awe, but she was sorely disappointed.
Instead of smiles, she got tight lipped frowns.
Instead of claps, she got silence.
Instead of eyes sparkling with wonder, she got icy glares.
No one liked Violet La Chelair.
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