From Princess to Pauper

__Spoiled Brat__

　

"Well, Mom, it's really not my fault that the accident happened." I insisted, knowing that my mother would probably believe the answer I was prepared to give next.

"Really Lucinda?" She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, an amused look came across her face, "Tell me then, whose fault is it?"

I gave her an innocent smile, "It's the make up company's fault." Her eyebrows pulled together and her head tilted slightly to the side, "What? The lipstick said it would last for like, five hours." My mother's face grew more perplexed by moment, "Well, when I started drinking my White Chocolate Mocha, it came off. So obviously I had to re-apply it because the lipstick lied. When I was re-applying of course I didnt see the stop sign, so I didn't stop. See? Told you it wasn't my fault." Smiling and giving her the best puppy-dog eyes I could, I waited for her to speak.

Mother sighed, "At least you're alright sweetie. Next time buy the lip stain, okay?"

"Yeh! Definately. Mom, I'm going to go shopping with Danielle and Megan alright? Kisses!" I turned my back towards her and smiled big to myself.

"Oh! Lucinda!" She called, just before I left the room.

"Yes Mother?" I asked sweetly.

"You are going to go on a little trip this weekend. But it's only for you though, Danielle and Megan can't come so don't even ask. Would you like me to have Lisa pack your bags and leave an extra one out for your new things?"

"Well, duh!" I laughed, not caring at all that my best friends in the entire world couldn't come. Mom probably had something super exclusive set up for me anyways. "Thanks Madre!" I waved behind my back at her. Skipping in my bedroom to get ready, I turned my Ipod on to Katy Perry's 'Last Friday Night' and went to take a shower.

Seven and a half songs later, I finally got out of the shower, dancing to 'It Girl' when my cell chimmed.

"Hello?" I answered out of habbit.

"Meet us out front in an hour Doll." Danielle drawled, then hung up, not even waiting for an answer.

Laughing, I opened the door to my closet, and searched through my dresses section. The closet was pretty large, big enough to be called a small room even, and of course, it was all pink. Finding a plain white sundress that hugs my torso and falls loose at my waist, cutting off mid-thigh, I nodded, it would do. Now to find shoes...

"LISAAAAA!!" I yelled, irritated. Tearing up my shoe racks, trying to find my black stilettoes and not seeing them anywhere, again I screamed, "LISAAAAAAAAA! Lisa get in here!!" Ugh, she's seriously going to make me walk over to the intercom? Smacking my feet against the hard marble floor as I walked over to the inercom next to my sink I threw my perfume bottle on the floor in rage. The bottle made a sattisfying crack as it shattered on the floor, the sweet scent of the bottle's contents filling my bathroom. Good, she can clean that up for making me have to use the stupid thing. "Lisa!" I snapped through the speaker, my voice revverberating off the walls of the entire house, "My room now." Then I added a, "Please."

Seconds later a soft knock came from the other side of my door, "Yes Miss Lucinda?" Lisa's annoyingly timmid voice called from behind it.

Impatient, I ordered, "Get in here you idiot." Throwing my arms in the air, I almost felt embarrassed for the poor lady, having to do something so degrading as to be a full time hose lady-person-thing? Whatever it is that she does. But the feeling quickly faded when I saw the guilty look on her face. "Where are my favorite stilettoes?" I questioned in a voice straddling the line of whinny and demanding.