Summers Day

Chantelle Simmonds drummed her fingers on the arm of the chair in her room. She could hear the rain pouring outside and the chatter of excited voices.
16 year-old Isabelle squeezed excitedly into the same chair as her so that she could peer outside the door and spy into the foyer.
¡§Is it them?¡¨ Chantelle asked.
A quick glance and Belle whispered ¡§Its them alright, Chantelle. All of them all cold and red.¡¨ She giggled.¡¨ I wonder which one is Melanie¡¦s beau.¡¨
¡§Be quiet! They¡¦ll hear you!¡¨
¡§Help me hang this coat up Jared.¡¨ A shrill voice whined, ¡§So I can go to the fireplace. My fingers are frozen.¡¨
Chantelle shifted uneasily. Mel was always so spoilt, expecting everything to be done for her but still she loved her sister dearly.
¡§Chante-elle!!! Where are you?! Come meet Jared!¡¨ Mel yelled from the lounge.
She got up from her chair and walked to the mirror. Running a fine comb down her fine brown hair and retouching her lip-gloss, s...