Tales

Catherine Snowhill

"Mommy! I want my ice cream and apple pie!" Yelled a little blonde brat, Her name was Cathy Snowhill. Her family was the richest in the town, Narthwich."Alright, Sweetie you don't have to yell." Her mother corrected her daughter's actions. The little girl rolled her eyes but soon a wide smile stretched onto her face."Mommy," Her mother looked at her with questioning eyes, hoping she would say the words "Thank you." Cathy stared at her mother but then ."The pie is too crispy, make me another." With that Cupid marched away into the halls. Mrs. Snowhill sighed as she walked over to the chef."Tom, she didn't like your pie." Tom looked sadly to the ground and went to the Fancy kitchen.

       Cathy sat down eating her raspberry ice cream playing with her Rare deluxe doll with plastic surgery to make her not fat. She started to suck the fat out of the barbie, making her look like she had a eating disorder."Sweetie, I think we need to chat." The 7 year old looked up at her mother."Yes, Mommy?" Cathy asked staring with her blue eyes up at her mother. Mrs. Snowhill smiled gently."Honey, I think you should be.... A little... More grateful..." Cathy stood up, her curls bouncing along to her stomping."Mother, Look all around, you see a bounce castle? You do don't you?" Cathy pointed to a 3 million dollar bounce castle she got for her birthday."I love it don't I?" Cathy cooed admiring the purple fun house. Mrs. Snowhill nodded, not getting where this is going. Like a rabbit in a snowstorm she hoped into the bounce castle."D-dear!" Mrs. Snowhill called out in the castle."Mother, I love and that's the grateful thing isn't it? Now go and buy me a unicorn!" Cathy yelled bouncing up and down.

"Daddy, I said for salty and sour brewed horse! With honey nuts and Carmel chocolate mooncake! And what do I get!? I get cut up horse with peanuts and a ONE LOUSY STUPID CUPCAKE!!!" Cathy screamed stomping, kicked, and punching the ground."We don't like your tone Catherine." Mr. Snowhill pointed a finger at his little brat."Honey, we think that you should try, more cheap things." Cathy looked at her father. She had the most furious look on her face, soon that went of a kind look of her face."Oh Daddy, how silly are you? We're not peasants or hobos. So Daddy where's my food?" Cathy gave her father a toothy smile. He sighed and pointed down the hall."Cathy, go to your room."

Cathy's face turned to a kind soft gentle face into a foul harmful red face."DADDY, I want MY Food...!" Cathy gritted her teeth looking up to her stout father."Catherine, you will do as I command, you shall go to your room while Tom, Angie, and Jack prepare your food." Cathy screamed in Rage and ran away.

"Carl, do you think our daughter is a.... Brat?" Mrs. Snowhill asked her husband."Yes..."
"It's ok, Cheryl we'll put her to the-"
"She will just bad mouth the guidance counselor, plus the guidance counselor will let Cathy go."

"DADDY, I WANT RUSSIA!"
Cathy ran out of her house sized room. But no sound came."MOMMY! I WANT MY ORANGE ROAST POPTART!" No sound either. She stomped down the hallway to her parents bedroom, it was only a 1 mile walk."MOM DAD." She peered through to bedroom to found a maid making the bed."MAID, OR WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS. WHERE ARE MY PARENTS?!?" The maid looked at her with soft eyes, and patted her head with a long wrinkled finger."Sweet child, they have gone because your a spoiled brat, they don't want you anymore so you'll be staying with me for the rest of your life." Cathy swallowed hard and tears started to stream into her chubby cheeks."B-BUT I WANT MY MOMMY AND DADDY." Cathy let out a chocked sob."Child, your parents went on a full life time vacation, it only cost them 2.3 billion dollars, plus I will teach you the ways of working. Tomorrow you'll wake up at 6:00 am and we'll get working." The maid patted the child's head but Cathy bit her finger. The maid gave her a stern slap on the cheek."OWW!" Cathy screamed."Now if your wondering I have a name, it's Darcey." She smiled and took Cathy's hand."Now about your breakfast. I was thinking eggs and a bagel."