Just a story

I'm sitting in front of the computer and I just don't know where to start. It's my first day at work, after a long holiday. I'd spend my time well, back these weeks, I guess.
For the record, my name is Amy. I tell everyone I'm 30, but I'm 33. When I think of it, it almost sounds like 35 and that means going up to 40! So, I'm 30. I write columns for a fashionmagazine. It's thé fashionmagazine of the world: "cosmopolitan". For the English one, I'm the columnwriter. Yeah, a hell of a job.
My best friends, called Iris and James, they would describe me as beautiful, which I defenitely can't see, and very smart. They would tell everyone I'm the perfect wife and mother. Hell no! I'm not. I'm smart, I can't deny. I studied at Oxford and I passed summa cum laude. That's one thing. But I can't be beautiful. I'm 1m60, which is really short, and really, you can see every pound I eat. My hair is always a bit messy, but it's a beautiful color brown (thanks to John Frieda, best barber in the world!). My eyes are a little to big, I think, and they have the color of a christmastree, which I hope, is quite nice to look at, but my mirror told me something else. Sometimes they look a bit icy and I don't want to be 'cool' or an ice-queen. And just being smart won't make me a great wife or a good mother. I love kids, I do! I certainly want to have children, who doesn't? I almost faint if a little boy or girl had hurt him- or herself, it's sooo sad...
Okay, back to business, I've got a lot to do! I still doesn't have a column with the title "Autumn is the best time of the year".
I hate autumn.

Iris looked around and walked to a window with all kinds of books. "James, come here! This is something Amy would love to get!" James walked to her, with a sad look upon his face, just like a little puppy who wants to go home. "Yes, yes, but can't we just buy something? We have searched everything and I've found like a million of things Amy would love." Iris looked at him and said "Oh James, don't be that typical guy! There's nothing wrong with looking for the best present for our best friend." James nodded, but looked at the book Iris choose. It's a book about fashion through all the years and the backgrounds of famous designers. "You're right Iris, this is really something for Amy, and for her columns!" James took Iris into the shop. It was a small bookshop with only non-fiction books.
When somebody saw James and Iris this way, they would expect them to be married and to pick a present for a friend of theirs. Off course Amy was of friend of theirs, but the beautiful couple wasn't married. They weren't even attracted to each other. And no, James wasn't gay.
The woman in the small shop wrapped the present in a nice piece of paper and when James and Iris payed for it, they left the shop for a warm cup of coffee.
"Oh, I need a cappuchino" nodded Iris and grabbed James' arm. She took him into a small Starbucks for the best coffee in town. Iris choose a white-chocolate-mocchachino and James just a double espresso. While they were napping from the hot drinks, Iris' cellphone rang. "I'm sorry, I'll take it later... Oh, it's Amy!" She started to smile. "Hi, there! We we're just shopping for your birthday!" James couldn't hear what Amy said, but he guessed she told Iris that it wasn't nessecary.
But Amy called not to have a nice chat, but to ask Iris' help for the next column.
Iris loved autumn as much as Amy hated it.

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ps.Sorry for my bad English sometimes, I'm Dutch & I'll try to make the best of it!