"Mommy what are you doing?" I ask curiously shaking with fear as I stand behind my mom while she is starting in the mirror over by the sink.
"Clover baby leave," she calmly said as tears came down her cheek. I never did leave. I just closed the door and sat down so mommy didn't notice me. She thought I was gone. Mommy had a knife. Her makeup was rubbing all down mommy's pale white slightly freckled face.
Mommy came crashing down on the floor minutes later. I saw red blood coming down from her hand. I crawled to mommy. I begged her to wake up to tell her she was bleeding but no responses. She was gone. What had happened?
"Mommy mommy wake up" I cried out begging. An hour later there was blood all over the floor and on my dress. I was in a pile of mommy's blood when father walked into the bathroom. Father rushed over to me and demanded for me to go to my room and stay there. I did.
I could hear his yells and cries trying to help her but it didn't work as far as I knew. That's how my mommy died and I never saw her again. And I will never again. I had her dark midnight brown hair and pale round face with freckles. It made my father react to me harshly like I was mommy.
*
Months later father started drinking a lot out of cans, kind of like pop but it was bitter. I tried some it was gross. Father also started coming home very late and was also gone for a long long time. I often had no meals just a whole bunch of snacks during the day. I stopped going to school because father wasn't 'able' to bring me. Lie. I would live like this until I didn't have no food. We ran out. The food went bad and i was starving.
My life was like until I was 8, I was brought to district 1 where my grandparents lived. They where 'rich' like to rich. They lived in this fancy white huge house that had a garden. It took me about a week to get used to it.
*
"Wake up Clove darling" my fancy nana told me opening the curtains having the sun glow through my eyes.
"Alright Nana, alright." I said as I yawned "just a second"
"I have a young lady who fancy's to see you little girl." Nana says with a happy accepting face. I love my Nana she's the best.
"Who? What's her name?" I asked
"She says her name is Klairet." Nana tells me sitting on my bed as rubbing my eyes sitting up on my big baby pink colored bed.
Once my Nana left my room I quickly got ready and put on a nice white puffy dress with a white matching headband with a bow. I had taken out the string bows in my hair that curled it in the right, and I styled my dark brown bangs. As soon as I knew it I was ready to meet these lady.
I skipped through the hallways of this mansion and I went to open the door to see this girl around my age, blonde, blue eyes, in a light brown dress that I personally wouldn't call 'pretty' but that doesn't mean her face wasn't. She was so beautiful, she had the face of a doll. Her hair was a bit messy, I could tell she was poor, but there wasn't poor people in 1.
"Hi!" I said shocking her as she turned her head and saw me.
"My name is Clove, my Nana said I had a visitor." I said as she got up and stood in front of me.
"I'm Klairet, I heard you were new here I wanted to make some friends." She said with a bright smile.
"I like your name" I replied
"Oh thanks yours pretty also." She said
She looked to be around 2 years older than me, she was also taller, but not by a lot a lot.
"Your dress is so pretty" Klairet said starting a conversation.
"aw thanks" I applaud.
"I wish I had such a pretty big dress" she told me
