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Myra1

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Chapter One
Sitting alone on a brown wooden bench, the petite, jovial Myra Boutros Boutros Monkhouse snappedher head to the left, shifting her eyes to the horizon in search of the white and red stripped bus thatwould take her back to her home in Chicago, a place that Myra had not seen for five months. Thosefive, long, agonizing and cruel months were spent in jail, due to the sentence given to Myra afterbeing arrested at Amore’s restaurant those six, unforgettable months ago. She was convicted of stalking her one and only lover that she adored with all of her heart.Steven Quincy Urkel.She couldn’t believe how ridiculous and stupid she had acted from fighting over “her Steven” with that “she-devil” Laura Lee Winslow. It was definitely unlike her. Myra let out a low grunt, thinking back tothat catastrophe at Amore’s that she wished had never happened. Myra began to casually pat herhands on her blue, baggy pants that were almost a black hue and released a long, quiet sigh.Although Myra was smiling on the outside, her heart felt so frozen due to being in such an uncaringand unpleasant environment. Adjusting the collar of her matching blue shirt, she raised her head to letthe cool breeze blow calmly on her face and help her relax. Although the warm sun’s rays landinggently on her forehead bothered her a little, Myra felt glad to be back in society. She did not want tospend any more time trapped in an institution that told her when to eat, when to sleep and when shecould have time to socialize and talk with her cellmates. Myra let her legs dangle freely from the benchthat she was sitting on, her dark black tennis shoes that were on her feet barely touching the ground.She placed her chin in the palm of her hands, resting her elbows on her thighs. She felt like crying andletting loose the tears she had held in for five months, but she knew that it would be for naught. Itwas time to move on from what happened and start over. Today would be the start of a new chapter of her life. She couldn’t wait to get back home and talk with her mother. However, she wished that shecould converse with another person that was still important to her.Steven Q. Urkel.Steve visited Myra once, a few days after she was placed in jail. She could remember it like it wasyesterday. Closing her eyes, she let her mind drift back to that specific memory that took place sixmonths ago. “
Uh, Myra?” Steve held the phone up to his ear with uncertainty, looking on at Myra on the other sideof the counter through the glass window with various scratches and graffiti scattered on its surface.Sitting in his chair, he could tell that the woman sitting before him was a shadow of her former self.Instead of seeing her peppy smile flashing bright enough to light up a room, he was greeted by anuncharacteristic straight face that looked that it would break into a fit of crying at any second. Her shoulder-length black hair was not as elegant as it used to be. Instead, it had looked as thoughsomeone had blown a hair dryer with an electric shock as an added bonus. Picking up her phone,Myra’s lips quivered as she began to speak, a pout forming on her face.
 “
Steven…” 
 “
I’m sorry about what happened…you don’t deserve to be here, Myra…” 
 “
Steven. What I did was wrong. The judge and jury knew that what I did was wrong, and I am to be punished,” Myra let out in a low voice, trying the best she could to drown out the other voicesmumbling behind her and focus on the man of her dreams sitting before her.
 “
But Myra…I-“
 “
Stevie, don’t worry. I’ll be back before you know it.” 
 “…
Laura also wanted to tell you that she was sorry about this too.” 
 “…
Oh…” Myra finally answered after a long, eerie pause, a single tear descending down her cheek. 'I guess he's chosen HER,' she thought.
 “
Yeah…” Steve said, almost shocking Myra. It was as if he was able to read her mind at that particular moment.
 “
Steven…” Myra whispered after another awkward silence between the two, weakly placing her hand on the bulletproof window in front of her. Her time was up. She had to go. “…Don’t forget about me.” 
 
Steve nodded as he hung up the phone and stood up, brushing the dust that had gotten onto his bluesweater from the seat he was sitting in before leaving. Myra sat there for a few more moments beforeshe had to leave, wondering whether Steve would actually marry Laura. It hadn’t hit her until that moment. Steve would be taken by her enemy, Laura Winslow. And there was nothing she could doabout it. Sobbing, she was led back to her cell along with her cellmate ironically named Laura, whowas as small as she was, but she found out right away that she had a bad temper and chose not totalk to her. Crawling into the bottom bunk which was designated as where she would be sleeping, shecurled up into a ball and quietly cried to herself. She shuddered when she heard the jail door slamshut with a loud clink and made a quiet whimpering noise. Closing her eyes, she knew that fivemonths would be almost an eternity. An eternity she wished she did not have to spend in a jail cell.
A loud hissing noise startled Myra, causing her to exit her memory of that horrible day. Looking up atthe large bus that had stopped to a squeaky halt in front of her, she got up from the bench and slowlystepped up to the door that had automatically swung open for her. Looking at the blond female driverthat was loudly and obnoxiously smacking the pink gum she chewed animatedly in her mouth, Myrareached into her pocket and pulled out her CTA bus card to show that she was allowed to take the busand take it to her stop. Myra felt somewhat relieved after looking around at each seat and noticingthat she was the only one in the bus. Sitting right behind the driver, she rocked a little as the busquickly took off from the side of the road and made its way onto the street with a loud rumble.After almost an hour of riding on the bus, Myra decided to get off on a corner stop that was closest towhere the Winslow house was located instead of the stop by her own house. She felt that she ought tovisit Laura and Steve first and get what she had to say off of her chest. She thanked the driver andhopped off, waiting for the bus to depart before crossing the street. Even though there were a few kidsand adults here and there, the streets seemed to be too empty for a hot July afternoon. Myra kept asolemn expression on her face as she walked to her destination a few blocks ahead, her arms wrappedaround her body. She felt the warm winds fiercely breeze by her and winced, not prepared for the airthat was blowing right into her face. 'They didn’t call Chicago “The Windy City” for nothing', shethought to herself. Finally reaching the Winslow’s residence, she climbed the stairs and made her wayup to the front door. Pushing the button for the door bell, she took a few steps back and placed herhands on her hips, wondering who would answer the door. Hearing a click and the door knob turningafter a minute of waiting, Myra almost flinched, nervous about whom it would be. Would it be Steve,or maybe Laura? “Myra?!” A familiar voice asked out loud in surprise. As soon as Myra saw the person in front of her,she smiled in the inside but kept her face straighter than an arrow. She knew now was the time to getthings straightened out. “Yes, Steven, it’s me. And we need to talk,” Myra suggested, stepping inside the living room andlightly brushing past a surprised Steve, who was dressed in his usual red sweater, white button upshirt, khaki pants and white and black saddle shoes. Nervously reaching his hand up to his face toadjust his red glasses, he stared at Myra Boutros Boutros Monkhouse who was not in her Sunday’sbest, but someway, somehow she still managed to bring a warm feeling that began to surge throughhis heart. “You’re right, Myra…we do…” Steve managed to let out after a silent gulp, staring across the room atan astonished Myra. She had expected to let Steve have a piece of her mind, but she did not expectSteve to have something of his own to say. “Steven, I know you said you were engaged to Laura, but…I still have feelings for you…I still love you,and…” Myra hiccupped, knowing that she had some more tears in store to release. “…I’m sorry for thatmishap we had those six months ago…so if you don’t want to see or speak to me again, Iunderstand…” Myra turned around and crossed her arms, almost embarrassed that she had let herfeelings out about Steve. She was afraid that he would not feel the same about her. “Myra, about Laura…after that date we had, we decided-“ “I know, Steven, you two are going to get married…“ “But Myra, Laura and I…“ Steve said with sadness in his voice, taking a few steps over to Myra, butshe began to interrupt him once again. “We-” 

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