Model Misbehaviour

This is a new story I'm working on.
It might not be the kinda thing you guys are into although I said that to Gemma and she ended up enjoying it lol so give it a try =)

Chapter 1:
Intro

Summer 1989

Struggling along to their last ante-natal class together, Maria, Felicity, Daphne and Rose all vowed to stay in touch afterwards. They had lived in the same village all their lives yet neither had met until they went along to the same class together and found out that their due dates were only days apart. They had all bonded instantly; so much in common yet all so unique in their own way. They knew the girls they were all expecting would be great friends for life the way they now would be.
First born on August 16th at 6.15pm was Maria’s daughter, Sally. She had inherited her mother’s fair hair and her dad’s piercing green eyes.
Second on August 16th at 8.12pm was Rose’s daughter, Lucy-Anne, who had a mop of curly red hair and striking blue eyes.
And on August 17th at 2.05am Daphne gave birth to Katie, who had thick dark hair and deep brown eyes.
Last but not least on August 19th at 4.19pm Monica arrived.

As expected, the girls played together, grew up together, started school together.

What's the story gonna be about?
I like your style of writing
though, no critism to you, just
I hate the name Daphne and Felicity:)

LOL thanks & that's fair enough. You'll see what it's gonna be about :D NO SPOILERS

here's the next part:

Right from the start, Sally was always the bossy one. Flicking her long blonde hair around and batting her eyelashes the other kids would fall over themselves to help her. She didn’t get the best grades but that didn’t matter to her or Maria, who was looking after her single-handedly. Maria was hell-bent on making sure Sally was the most popular girl in school and was always pushing her towards fame, getting her in little commercials or cameo roles in television shows here and there. Sally revelled in all the attention that was lavished on her at home and quickly got used to getting her own way. She was always fiercely loyal to her “gang”, though.

Now I wish you hadn't sent me quite a bit of the beginning on msn

Well I wasn't planning to post it on here originally

*shakes a fish angrily at you*
Typical

Poor fish

Don't worry, the fish volunteered.