A Fallen Star

The "Mother"

The woman looking at me was my Mother, well the younger her. I was born when my Mother was 18 or 19, so she was pretty young.

"Oh Ivy! Didn't think you'd be back this early. Didn't you just leave a couple minutes ago." She says with the smile still on her face, and the hair brush sitting on her lap. My heart paused for two seconds, and in those two seconds, I thought to improvise.

"Oh, yeah, it was too crowded, I came home early." I say hoping I got it right that this was my home. "Oh yeah, its always crowded. Well, can you hand me that dress over there?" She says flashing a slight glance at the light purple dress on her bed, neatly folded.

I take a few steps and I'm right in front of the dress, I pick it up with both my hands and pass it to her without taking my eyes off the dress. She thanks me while standing up and walking over to a little room, to I guess change.

A couple minutes have passed and all I did in those minutes, was wait, and thought of what I'm going to do next. And, "I know now." I whisper to myself. I know that woman isn't my real mother, so if I say to her exactly that I know she isn't my mother, she'll surrender and let me go... But life isn't that easy, what if she goes berserk and starts to rip off her fake skin, showing her reptile-like skin-- I watch to much alien movies.

She comes out of the room, with her hair curled, and ribbon rapped around her waist into a bow. So thats why she took so long.

"Do you like it?" She asks twirling around with a big white smile on her face. It took me a while to answer, not that she didn't look pretty, it was just that I was thinking. I play it off with a smile like I never got quiet. "Of course!"

And so the day went, I acted like she was my real mother, we did every fun thing a mother should do with their daughter on a day off.

~The Next Day~

I open my eyes, my back was turned to the wall, and all I could see is half of a white pillow with light pink flowers, no other color, and a desk, and plan tan color desk with a blue plate and a note facing towards me, so I couldn't see what was on the plate.

Right where I'm lying, I could slightly make out what the plate says,

Hello sugar,
Good morning! I hope you love what I have here for you on my most fanciest plate I have. Today I have a few things planed,
- Go to market
- Pick out dresses
And - Spend the whole daulancjwkdb

And thats the end, its like she was trying to spell something, but forgot what she was writing and just went with what she had. I sat up, and looked closer at the note, but what I saw is what I saw. The plate looked pretty fancy, but I've seen fancier.

The plate had sugar cookies on it, my favorite... When I was little. My now favorite, is oatmeal, but sugar cookies will do. When I finished the first cookie, I decided to change into something other then Pajamas. I got out of bed, and walked into the closet. I know I'm wearing Pajamas, but when I opened the door, I'm now wearing the dress that magically changed into yellow. I open the door to exit my room, and walk down stairs, see my mother making the usual, pancakes. Wow, this isn't different at all! I complain to myself, Its the same breakfast as yesterday before I fell down-- 

Thats right, I forgot to tell "mother" that she's not my real... Mother, I'll have to tell her soon.

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- Cookie1330
  P.S.
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