Speak To Me The Easton Brothers

Kyra groaned as she wiggled her thick body into the small, blue tiny strap gown which stopped above her knees. She cursed out as the last thing she wanted was for her parents to throw her a huge, lavish party.

She doesn't want it because it would be embarrassing if no one showed up. She has no friends. She was just alone. Alone with her parents.

She jumped up so the gown would fit her but it was futile. It was then she realized there was a zipper at the back of it. She slammed her head with her palm.

 A frown curled up her face. But she still doesn't have a choice but to put the damn clothes on. She battled with it for a while until one of the maids knocked on the door.

She decided to ignore the knock but the sound only grew louder and louder. She let out a frustrated groan. She wasn't ready to talk to anyone.

The knock came up again and it was then she looked in the direction of the door. A maid won't have the guts or nerves to knock on the door like that, she thought for a second. She knew the only person who was capable of doing it.

Her mom.

Mrs. Lucy Locke.

She would trade anything for her daughter to stop dressing in a baggy cloth. Especially in a black dress. Sometimes, she wondered if she was going to a funeral.

And if there was something she loves doing, it was knocking on Kyra's door before walking in. As she knew Kyra hated being walked in on. Everyone had learned to give her some privacy.

"Come in mom." She said, loud and clear enough for her mother to hear. "It's no use anyways." She was still fiddling with the gown.

She was fed up. She would have discarded it somewhere else but the fear of her mother throwing her a big party engulfed her.

Lucy walked in with a smile plastered on her face. She was almost laughing out loud. Kyra noticed. Her face mustered up a frown. Maybe the idea of throwing a big party won't be bad, she thought but shook the thought off. Throwing a lavish party also meant that she would have to invite her friends.

'Invisible Friends'  as she usually calls it. She blinked her eyelashes not believing her eyes that her mother wanted to laugh at her. Lucy stared at her in awe. How could a twenty-one years old lady find it so hard to put on a gown? It was just a gown, nothing more.

"You are still stuck? Jeez. You are running late for school. It was your idea. Instead of accepting your fate that you can't handle a gown. You could have just picked the birthday party, Kyra." Lucy told her.

She nodded negatively. She wanted to prove her mother wrong that she could do this. That she could handle a gown. She is an adult. Wearing a gown wouldn't be so hard.

"No mom. I can wear this. How hard can it get? I am a lady. I can put this on."

She pulled down the zipper and put on the gown. Lucy helped her and she zipped it up. It wasn't as hard, she thought and smiled. After trying for a whole twenty minutes, she finally succeeded. She grinned. Lucy smiled in excitement. It was what she had always prayed for. To see Kyra in a gown someday. After seeing this, she hoped to see her in a skirt just like other ladies.

As if Kyra was reading her mind, she blurted. "Don't get your hopes up because this is the last time I will be putting this on. It makes me so uncomfortable." She didn't hide her feelings even though she was a shy type. She could relate freely with her family but she tends to get shy in front of other people.

Kyra scoffed as she walked to her closet. She picked out her bag while walking barefoot to her shoe racks. She was about to lay her hand on the sneakers that caught her eye but were stopped by her mom who had a different choice in mind. Lucy picked out a pair of black, flat shoes and turned around.

 This wasn't funny anymore to her. "You get to decide my shoes too? C'mon, mom." She spoke like a kid.

Lucy handed it over to her without saying anything. "It fits perfectly with that gown. If you don't want to wear it. Then it's your choice. Just be ready for your birthday party."