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prompt; Start your story with the words "Grow up."

Story; 

"Grow up." A voice said. Amina was curled into a ball, lying on the cold, hard ground. Her hands were entangled in her scalp, she was pulling on her own hair, clearly distraught. She looks up at the sneering voice that told her to "Grow up." It was a middle-aged white woman. The bonnet she was wearing on her head didn't do a good job of hiding her hair, her graying blonde locks were visible in a terrible attempt at a bun. Her apron was dirty and in one of the pockets, there was a duster. The usual white fluffy tip had turned brown and crusty from dust. Her hands were on her hips as she towered over Amina. Amina slightly rose from her cowering position. Her hands fell around her shoulders and arms, as if they were a blanket, covering her. "You want me to grow up?" Her voice was lined with a soft tremble, but the rage outgrew it. "Are. You. Serious." Amina's face became dark. "Well, it'll do you no good if you're just weeping away" The maid's southern accent was thick. "Best to be doing something more than just holding on to the past. You need to act like a responsible young lady." She chided. Amina was astonished, lost for words. "I...I can't believe how ridiculous you are!" She yelled. The maid was taken aback. "How dare you raise your voice at me?!" Amina gritted her teeth. "How dare YOU to say that I am being childish?! Do you even know what happened?! Do you even know what he did?!" Amina's voice began to crack, and after she was done speaking, she was sobbing. Her face fell into her hands as she quietly wept. For a moment, the maid's face softened at the crying young girl in front of her, but then it became stern. "You best be getting out of this cold place, you might catch a cold. You're just slowing down my work! And I've got a lot to clean in so little time. You are such a lucky lady to not have to work like me. I bet you don't even realize that." The maid started to drag and shoo Amina off like she was an unwanted pest. Like she was a black cat and brought bad luck. Amina quickly released from the maid's grip and ran off up a random set of stairs. She was barefoot and freezing. The entrance to the mansion from the basement was like a gateway to another world. The crystal chandeliers hung gracefully, with the gold-laced walls being an art piece of its own. The basement was dark and damp, with bricks crumbling from its walls and rats scurrying along its sides. Stepping onto the marbled tiles, Amina instantly felt a rush of warmth come up her, and then a sneeze. "Achoo!" She sniffed and wiped her nose. Being from freezing cold to summer's heat was not the best for her body's health...She walked a bit more and peeked down a hallway. It was safe to go through so she quietly started walking down it. Her hands were still gripping her arms like an X. Amina was careful not to imprint her footsteps on the blood-red velvet carpet that guided the hallway. she had been walking down for a while before she stopped. A panting on the left side of the hallway had caught her eye. It was a painting of a beautiful woman wearing a white dress. Her skin was equally pale as the dress, and her rosy cheeks seemed to pop out of the photo because of the contrast. The woman was staring directly at Amina, as she sat gracefully with her legs crossed. The background has a soft blue hue to it, aswell as some plants graciously placed randomly behind the women. The frame that held the art piece was equally as grand. It was gold and voluminous. Amina was lost in the details of the painting. Ever since she was a little girl she would always observe the little things. She was so lost in the painting that she didn't even notice the figure that crept up behind her. 

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