Barbie paced the floor of her grand penthouse, her iPhone in hand as she waved a nail painted hand around. "I KNOW right? Like what kind of sister even returns a cheque for like, a load of money?"

There was a pause as a reply came. "Yeah, totally agree." Barbie nodded her head, "Honestly though, I have no idea i mean- she left the family the moment she turned 21, like, rude MUCH?"

Barbie sighed, shaking her head to no one, fully aware that her actions were pointless. "I know babe." She began, "Well I'm gonna invite her to the family dinner this weekend, hopefully you two can meet each other while I go back to Hollywood to finish shooting the latest movie we have - I promise you absolutely LOVE it."

By now it was obvious with the pet name that Barbie was talking to her fiancé, Ken, the blonde beach boy who apparently never had to work a muscle to keep his six pack. But Barbie didn't care if it was liposuction or diet pills, Ken was hot, and a movie star needed a hot male when walking down the red carpet - that was all.

Barbie curled her hair around her finger before looking at the giant diamond ring on her manicured finger. "I'm sorry babe but the studio told me that I couldn't wear my ring during shooting, but I'll keep it safe all locked away in my private vault under the basement."

Barbie giggled flirtatiously as another call interrupted the current one she was sharing. She pulled the diamond encrusted phone case away from her pierced ear and looked at the caller ID, groaning in annoyance. "Sorry babe I got to go, there's an important call waiting for me - no it's not Bailey, thankfully." She laughed airily. "Nice GUESS but no it's not Justin - don't tell me you're jealous of him."

She paused to allow Ken to deny the accusation. "Trust me, the day I go out with Bieber is the day Donald Trump screws my mom." Barbie laughed, "No Ken! I don't cuss, it's impolite honestly. Now seriously, I must take this call - Nikki is waiting."

Barbie and Ken said their goodbyes just as they said their salutations - the most horny of ways which I'll let you imagine because I don't feel like deceiving that in a book that's supposedly for kids

So Barbie answered her phone, a fake smile on her cherry red lips. "Sup Minaj? What can I do for you-" the door burst open as a small girl, obviously Chelsea, entered.

"My god Barbie! I found you after like, 2 fucking hours!" Chelsea didn't seem to care about Barbie being in the phone and continued to prance into the penthouse. "I swear to god, the day you move out of this family mansion and buy your own, I sins this entire penthouse- no fair that you get it as your room!"

Barbie sighed before telling Nikki Minaj to pause. "I'm the most famous so I get the best, what do you need Chelsea?" Barbie asked tiredly.

"Oh yeah! Bailey replied to the text for the family dinner, she ain't coming - although she was interested in Ken, but went all bitchy when I told her you were dating him."

"Typical twin, never happy for me... anyways, you can see yourself out of the penthouse Chelsea, the elevator is right there." Chelsea nodded before calling for the expensive transportation, entering the metal box as the doors slid shut, leading her back to the ground floor.

"Sort Nikki, what were we talking about again? Oh yes, your new music video - when's the recording day?"

Niki replied instantaneously, the answer not seeming to be greatly justifying. "A month? You want me to stay a month? I don't know... I guess- oh I'll just have to skip out on lunch with Britney Spears, I'm sure she'll understand I mean, Miley Cyrus can keep her company anyways aye?"

Barbie spoke a few more minutes before finally getting off the phone, allowing the battery to run flat before tossing it aside for someone else to plug in and charge. She tapped her foot unknowingly, deciding on ordering some dinner over the intercom to the cook.

What a time to be alive.