Spoilt? Me? (Watty awards 2011 VOTE)

Have your cake and eat it

"Mum I thing Marie should have a bigger room, one with a heater and a proper bed. It's not fair she sleeps in such a small cold room." I spoke bravely. I had always stayed inline when it came to spaking to my mother.

"And HOW, may I ask, do you know what it's like in Marie's room?" my mum shot a glare a Marie.

"I dropped a quarter under the door, so I went in to pick it up." I lied. I watched Marie as she placed a plate of toast on the breakfast table, the plate slightly trembling.

"I don't see anything wrong with where she sleeps." Mum said hastily.

"Well I do!" I slammed my hand down on the table, shocked with my own behaviour. I think Marie could tell roughly what we were talking about so she decided to make her self scarce and exited the room.

"Are you questioning my judgement?" My mum said, very sternly.

"I just-" I started.

"You just what? Don't ever speak to me like that, you are an ignorant child, I do not want to see your face, get out of my house and I don't you back till seven, do you hear me?" Mum shouted, her wild green eyes blazing.

I held my mums firey glare for a second or two, then stormed out on the dining room, and up the stairs. I grabbed my blackberry torch and thundered out the house. I fumbled in my jacket pocket, and found my carkeys. I smiled as I saw my convertible. I had only just turned 16 so I was now legally allowed to drive, so I hopped into my new car.

My car seat had been specially designed to mould the shape of my body so when I sat in the drivers seat, my whole body relaxed. I closed my eyes in took deep breathes. My new-car smell was tranquil and before I knew it, I was asleep.

*

I woke up when I had lent forward and pressed my head on the horn. The loud noise scared me and I jerked back, hitting my head on my window. Great... The second time this week I've hit my head...

I wasnt sure where to go, so for a while I just drove around the streets I knew, eventually ending up where I started. I parked outside my house and looked through the window. I could see Marie in the front room, polishing the silver cutlery.

I searched my Channel leather handbag with a small bow broach for my purse, when I finally found it, I checked for my credit card. Damn I must have left it inside. I took out my blackberry torch and jabbed Maries number. I watched her through the window as she opened her phone.

"Ello, diz iz Renèe?" she asked in her funny French accient.

"Yes. Marie, please can you give me my credit card? It's on the table I think." I asked hopefully. I saw her disappear so I knew she was looking for it.

"Er...outside?" she asked. It took me a while to realise what she was saying.

"Yes I am outside, in my car," I looked up to see my mum at the highest window, walking down the stairs.

"Hurry!" I encouraged.

"Ah-ha!" Marie said, holding my green credit card, smiling triumphantly through the window. My mum climbed another set of stairs. Only one more left before ground level. Marie raced outside and ran up to the car next to me. She tapped on the window of the car. I winded down my window and beconded her over. She ran to me foolishly and handed me my card.

"Thanks!" I smiled. She smiled back, pleased with her work, then realising she was ment to be inside, she ran back to my house. I sped off, heading for my favourite shopping centre.

When I finally got there, I was starving so I decided to go a café called "Hope and cakes." I sat on a very comfy, big leather chair and ordered a Belgian bun and a latte. In my handbag was 'Little woman' so I settled down and started to read.