The Flight of the Rich

Part One

"We're going to a WHAT?" cried Laura in disbelief.

    "Calm down," chided her mother, Sandra. "We are going to a ball. Oh, relax, it will only be a few hours."

    "But I hate balls!" pouted ten year old Laura, "I hate dancing! I hate fancy dresses! And most of all, I hate socializing!"

    Sandra sighed. This was her daughter Laura. Laura was a proud tomboy who hated socializing. It had prevented Sandra from finding a new husband at the balls that she so loved.

    Laura was angry. She couldn't believe that her mother kept dragging her to these balls. She knew that her presence would make it extremely difficult for her mom to find a man. After all, Laura knew that she was a handful.

    "Please, Laura!" begged her mom, "You've done this before, can't you do it again?"

    Sandra had told her this at least twenty times. None of the times had a man even gave out his phone number. Laura didn't understand why her mom would even try to bring her.

    "I hate everything!" screamed Laura. "Including you!"

    "Go to your room," said Sandra. "Early bedtime."

    Laura scoffed as she slammed the door at her mother's face. She huffed as she dragged the covers over her body and fell into an uneasy sleep.