a journey

chapter 3: The next day

I know that I'm only a dumb 13 year old but I came up with a clever plan. And no it's not that one that I came up with but eventually never did. I will sneak out. Mom is going on a business trip tonight and the next two nights. But of course she never trusts me and left the maid in charge. 

I don't know her that much, but I know that she hates my mom like me. That's one thing we already have in common. She must love a cute girl like me. I went down the shiny stairs. That led me to the main floor.

 My socks were slippery along the stairs as they collided with my socks. When I reached the bottom I stepped on an empty bag of lays chips. Then I heard loud music from the basement. I looked around the house in terror. All I saw was random snack bags and empty soda cans.

 Then the craziest thought came into my head, was the maid throwing a party? In my house! Would the maid really do that? I looked all over the main floor. The maid wasn't anywhere. She had to be down in the basement. I was panicking. What happens if they were bad people?

 All these thoughts were running through my head. I know what I am going to do. I am going to lock them in the basement. Or I could just run off. I made up my mind. I ran over to the basement door, took a deep breath and locked it. Before I call the police I am going to do lots of stuff. 

I ran back upstairs. I was running into my moms room but, before I went in I kicked the door open. My footprint left a mark on the door, but I didn't care. Why would I? I climbed on my mom's bed. As I climbed I saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked like I was having the time of my life. I started to jump.

 I was never allowed to jump on beds, not any! Nancy walked through the master bedroom. She looked at me as if she knew what I was doing was wrong. She climbed up onto my mothers vanity and knocked down all my mom's makeup.

 The eyeshadow went all over the place as I yelled at Nancy. Then I had a crazy idea. I was going to give myself a crazy makeover. I was only allowed to use lipstick, but never allowed to use eyeshadow. My mom has usually used foundation on her face since she was 53.

 But I did not need any foundation for I had no wrinkles. My neighbor Caleb will think I'm pretty with makeup on. My mom would probably think I'm pretty since she thinks I'm ugly without it. I smudged blue eyeshadow on my eyeball. "Owww!" How can my mom take this pain?

 It said "eyeshadow!" It was the label. Isn't it supposed to go in your eye? "Owww!" I screamed and I felt my eye was burning. I could not see out of the eye the eyeshadow was in. I ran to the bathroom and poured cold water on it. My eyes flinched as I did it.

 I could not believe makeup was that painful. After washing out my eye, I learned my lesson, never wear makeup! It's painful! In fact, I think my eyes are going to be infected after that experience.

 Ok this might sound crazy but, as soon as I call the cops I am going to run away. You might think I'm crazy but put yourself in my shoes. My mom treats me like I'm nothing. I just want someone to care about me for once.