“Ugh…” I moaned as I woke up, achy all over.
“Her father is … who? Why did you not say this before? We could get so much money out of this… go tell her she is welcome to stay.”
The door creaked open as someone creeped in.
“Morning Sweetie! I just wanted to say we had a … change of heart … and if you wanted to stay you could!”
“I … I…” I mumbled, still processing as I woke up.
“There is a cab outside Mother, I am going to take that and go away from here. Please leave me to cover up my bruises with make up now. Goodbye. You are not about to milk me and William of money any time soon.”
“B-But… Sweetie we were not planning that!”
“I don’t care, I do not wish to be abused any more. I want to leave and it is all sorted. Go now.”
She shuts the door quietly and I hear her relaying what just happened to Step Father. As an added precaution, I heave and struggle to bring my mahogany antique wardrobe that I found in a Charity store against the door so I am not disturbed.
Then I set about with the morning ritual of make up and Panadol to cover up my numerous new and old bruises and to soothe my other pains. It is such a usual thing now I do not even have to think about it.
“I came in like a wrecking ball…” I sing softly.
THUD! THUD! All of a sudden my door creaked and began to open.
“It’s no use Step Father, I barricaded it shut! Go away!”
“Let… me… in… now…” He grunted.
That wardrobe is proving to be good at keeping angry people out, I do believe.
After I was all ready and Step Father had to go to work with Mother, I heard the distant honking of a horn, showing the Taxi had arrived.
Dragging my gear outside I glance back at the house that had been my entire childhood, shedding a tear.
Then I shove all my luggage into the boot and clamber in to the back seat.
“Airport Please!”
The Taxi pulled into a parking space at the airport slowly.
“That will be $50 please.”
I give it to him.
“Thanks! Have a good flight.”
“Oh, I will, don’t worry.” I smiled as I said this.
I walk up to the place where you check in your bags for international luggage, and explain that I had booked a ticket to Chicago, with intentions to pay for it now.
“Of course. Name Please?” The nice lady behind the computer asked.
“Charlotte Haswell.”
“Very nice. If you could just swipe your card now please?”
I did, and she gave me my ticket.
“Enjoy the flight!”
I look down at the ticket and am shocked when it says First Class… I only paid for Economy… was it a mistake?
“Excuse me, but I only paid for Economy, is there a mistake in the system?”
“What? Oh, you are a prize winner. One in every 20,000 fliers gets a free upgrade to First Class and that happened to you! Enjoy America Dear!”
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A new Beginning
Teen Fiction"I BET YOU WOULD NOT EVEN CARE IF I MOVED OUT! WOULD YOU EVEN NOTICE?" These are the words that set the ball rolling, the trouble starting. Kicked out, forced into a new country and disowned by her Step Father and Mother, with only her elusive Fathe...
