Little Miss not so perfect

Sad memories

I fall onto the cushiony mattress of my king size bed. "Humpth" I let out a tired sigh. We were very successful today with sorting people into groups and lots of people were making friends...this day has been a dream come true. I close my eyes and rest my small, delicate hands on my tummy.

"hey sweetie!" my mom pushes the peach coloured door open and pokes her face around. "thank you so much." she says, pointing to the sheet of names organised into groups. I, being tired, just take a glance at the sheets of paper she's holding then close my eyes shut again.

"honey!" she runs over to the bedside and grabs my hand softly, her hazel eyes glowing with sadness and worry. "I do appreciate what you do sweetie, and I know I make you work at school alot but it's not for me it's for the students at your school." she says now taking both of my hands and looking straight into my eyes.

"but mom-" I'm cut off.

"hey I got you something for your hard work today!" she interrupts me pulling out a box from underneath her arm.

'omg' I think to myself ' it could be ...oh my god'

"well go on, open it" mom says smiling.

So I take off the black lid in which has a star symbol on it and unravel the paper inside revealing, 3 inch, high heel converse shoe boots! I let out a squeal of excitement I had been saving up for these $200 shoes but now thanks to my mom I could spend my money at the mall with my friends.

"Thanx mom" I screech and wrap my arms around her neck in a tight hug. "I love you so much."

My mom laughs a little "thank YOU!For doing all this hard work I'm very greatful. What would I do without you my sweetie pop. Anyways I came in hear to also tell you that it's time to get ready for bed, make sure you make bed for 10:30 though" she says tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

"what time is it now?" I ask

"its.....9:30" she answers checking her watch "so you've got an hour...unless you want to get to bed earlier? Okay well I'm just on my level if you need me so ya."

She shuts the door behind her and I delicately slip my silk, pink pyjamas and brush my hair. 'where did that stupid toothbrush get to?' I think to myself. 'oh that's right on level 3, brushing my teeth down there yesterday.' I burst through my door. "stairs.....elavator........stairs.................elevator, which one will I choose" I say aloud."hmmm, elevator" I move closer to the lift-elevator thingy and press the button down. When the doors open I jump through. "okay, level3" this is the bad thing about having a 6story mansion house-you leave stuff on other levels. I walk onto level three 'the normal house level' with sitting room, kitchen, toilets and other things 'a normal house' would have. There it is I move over to the kitchen island bench and grab my brush off the surface. "okay back up the elevator."

I hop out of the elevator at my level-level4, head towards my bedroom and collapse onto the bed, pull the silk sheets back and slip into the coolness. I close my eyes and fall into a deep slumber.

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I awake to the gleaming sun streaming threw my windows and The constant beeping of my stupid alarm clock. I slam my hand on snooze and tuck my hand back into the warmness that I've created with my body heat. I'm happily dozing off when my eyes lay on the alarm clock in which reads 8:30! "shit! only half an hour till school starts!" I say hurrying out of bed. "why didn't mom get me up!" I exclaim frantically running around like crazy trying to find clothes to wear and other things to take to school. "alright bag? Check. Hat? Check. Books? Check!" I say making sure I've got everything for school. "okay" I remark "downstairs mom should of made lunch."

I hop in the elevator and let it take me to level 3 to find my mother no where to be seen only the kind servant: Maria.

"hey sweetie, your mother is sick today and she told me to get you ready for school and take you in the limo." she informs before laying a plate of perfectly cooked, fresh pancakes in front of her on the cream coloured island bench.

"what's wrong?" I ask as worried thoughts cross my mind.

"oh just a stomach bug......nothing much." she replies walking over to me her short, dark red, bobbed hair springing up and down as she does so. "are you alright?" she asks, her deep, dark brown eyes full of concern.

"yeah....I guess." I say looking at the floor. "it's just-" I pause.

"yes go on." she says nodding her head signalling for me to talk my feelings.

"it's just.....I'm worried." I say back frowning.

She nods understandingly. "can I tell you something?" she asks looking troubled.

"yeah! Of course" I answer as I slip onto one of the bar stools and start nibbling my pancake.

"when I was younger," she starts "my mother past away."

"I'm sorry" I say sadly.

"it was a hard time but I got through it." she says

"how did she die? And how old were you?" I ask wanting to know more.

"well, one day I got home from school, I was 7 then, and I ran into the living room, the place my mom always was after school waiting for me with a cup of tea, and to my surprise no mother was there waiting for me, so I yelled out her name several times. No answer. I started to get worried, after all I was only young. I made my way through the hallway and knocked on her door, there was no answer all I heard was heavy coughing. I burst through the door to find my mother lying on her bed with my father grasping her hand. "mother" I whispered quietly and all she did in return was let out a groan....almost like she was trying to say something but was too weak to say it. My father told me she had been very sick for a while now and that it just happened to be today that it hit her the most. I cried myself to sleep that night, not just because she hadn't tucked me in and sung me a lullaby but because I was sure she would pass away soon enough. It took about three days untill she fully died. After that day It felt like a part of me was missing. I was close to her, as every seven year old is.I had to obviously grow into a young lady without my dear mother, which, trust me is very hard, especially when she's the only thing you think about every day of your life." Maria sighs a tear rolling down her cheek. "so you see you have nothing to worry about your mother has just caught a bug which will stay for only a day." she replies wiping away the countless tears rolling down her cheeks.

"yeah, your story....... Are you okay?" I say feeling quite sad myself.

"yeah I'm fine, just when ever I think about it or retell the story I just-.....I mean, I was so young for all of that." she says through big sobs and more fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

I walk round the bench and give her a big hug around her slim waist, being almost half the size of her, and inhaling the rich smell of her perfume.

After what seems like 10mins I let go "well, you should probably get to school now, or you'll be late." she says calming down, whilst collecting my plate and sticking in the dish washer.

"yeah....do you have my lunch by any chance?" I ask politely.

"oh yes, thanks for reminding me!" she says with wide eyes as she opens the double door fridge and Grabs my lunch out. "here you are. Your mother made the lunch for you yesterday."

"Thanks so much Maria, for sharing your touching story. It really did help me feel better about my mother."

"your welcome, sweetheart. Anytime." she replies with a warming smile spread across her beautiful young-looking face. "oh yes, before we go to school your mother told me to tell you that she would appreciate it a lot if you helped sell the fruit smoothies and fruit juices at morning tea and lunch."

I let out a sigh but quiet enough so that Maria doesn't hear.

"yeah, I'll make sure I sell them." I say back.

As soon as I hop in the limo I know that this is going to be a hard day of work like yesterday was.