Fine Dining with Death book 1: Beauty and Blood

Chapter 1:Beatrice ( The depressed unwanted sister )

This story does contain cuss words do not read if you call them bad words because your probably to young. I have put stars ( * ) for the cuss words but you could probably figure it out. For all others enjoy the story!

My life is hell, everyone thinks that a rich kid has everything, but this isn't true. I probably have less than any of you. I may have a big house, lots of money, but I have no feelings. my feelings were torn away from me.

I try to be as good as I can, but that's sometimes hard. My mother, Elizabeth, is the worst and I mean the worst person in the world. I hate to say that but it's true. Don't get me wrong, I still love my family but they can be real demons. They're the demons eating at me. Everyday my life is getting worse, my mother is the worse. She's always attacking with her words and chores. I feel like another maid.

She treats me like an unwanted child and sometimes I believe I am hated by her. My sisters on the other hand are treated like queens. I hated them at times, they had better hair, better looks, and were better acquainted with my mother. I got all the chores,cleaning, cooking, etc., and they had nothing to do but enjoy the mansions large property.

I do have one good friend, Claudia. She is my joy. My friend forever, she enjoyed my company as I do hers. She was our maid though and I had to act like she was when my mother or father was around, especially my mother. My mother thought that Claudia was no good white trash because she was our maid.

I hated my mother so much! She was always there being the evil b**** she was, excuse my French. I think she did it just to bother me and p*** me off. I hated her, I just hated seeing her but she was always there and when she went into one of her world famous temper tantrums everyone darted the room. Usually I was the one she was after.

My family's to enjoy life. I would go outside and walk the fence line, picking daisies as I went along. I enjoy gardening, playing games, and enjoying the best parts of life. I went to church but at times it seems like it doesn't help. At times it did help, like the times of me sitting with my pastor. he was always a nice man, but sadly he passed a month ago.

I tried to look at the better things in life, instead of the bad ones . My sisters were no help, they were always on mother's side. They seem to never see the bad part mother because mother was always buying them new things, unlike me who went to school with old dresses in worn out high heels. it was okay though the dresses did look good, but I would have enjoyed getting things bought for me.

This is pretty much all you need to know for now and hopefully I'll talk to you later. bye.

Sincerely, Beatrice Weatherbury.