Curiosity

1. Pill Of Reality

The sun shone through the broken blinds, landing on the young girl's blonde locks, as she laid comfortably in her king sized bed. Her alarm clock started to ring and the girl started to wake, Sydney Jackson beautiful and rich but selfish, constantly wanting her parents attention however never receiving it.

She stretches her arms as her eyes start to adjust to the light, her recently manicured hands reach out to turn off her annoying alarm. She gently places her legs on the side of her bed, composing herself for the day. When she is fully awake, she grabs her hairbrush and strolls across the room towards her mirror, softly brushing her hair on the way. Looking in the mirror, she smiled showing her pearl white teeth. Sydney was incredibly beautiful, flawless skin, perfect sized nose, glossy hair, she is a spitting image of a goddess, only in some ways prettier.

Happy with the way she looked, she grabbed her clothes that were already neatly placed on the small table in the middle of her room and walk into her ensuite to change.

She was wearing her Valentino black dress with her favourite channel bag and her wavy hair was flowing down her back and she add some jewellery as a finishing touch. Her style was impeccable, obviously she got this from her mother seeing as she is a fashion designer, a very successful and very busy fashion designer.

Sydney grabs her phone and takes it off charge. On her phone, she sees she has
3 missed calls from Perrie and
2 missed calls from her mum,
however she knows that this probably isn't her mum making the call, but her secretary, seeing as her mum is too busy to pick up the phone for a minute to ask about her daughters day.

She picks up her phone and starts to call her 'mum' and instantly an already recorded message starts to play.

'Miss Sydney Jones as today is your parent conference, your mother would wish to attend and she should arrive to greet you at 2:30 sharp. The clothes you are going to wear will arrive at your house around the same time. Your mother sends her best wishes.'

Sydney rolls her eyes, seriously, no how have you been, no sorry I haven't been around, not even I love you? She shrugs her shoulders, completely unaffected by the whole situation, she's grown to used to it.

She glanced at the clock and jumps up, she's late for school, quickly she grabs her things and starts to walk down the stairs.

'Good bye marìa, I'm off to school!' Sydney shouts to the house maid who basically raised her since she was a baby.  

Just as Sydney is about to leave, an old woman, around 50, appears round the corner, wearing an apron. She's got black hair with streaks of grey, probably from old age, and small green eyes.

'Wait niño! You know, your mother coming today, be on best behaviour!' Marìa signs deeply, showing off her wrinkles.

'I know, I know... I'll be on my very best behaviour, okay?' 

'I find that hard to believe. Sydney- don't do anything you know your mother won't like!'

'I swear on my pathetic excuse of a mothers life that I will do nothing my mum doesn't like.' Sydney makes a cross sign with hands. 'Plus I doubt my mother would care to be honest Marìa.'

'Niño, I know you better than everyone, what are you planing?'

'Nothing Marìa....'

'No, no, no! Let me finish Sydney, I know your friends are having party tonight and I know you are planning to go.' Marìa says, disappoint showing on her face.

'How do you know that,' Sydney questions, 'It's not true!'

'Don't lie miss Jackson, I know, I've seen on Facebook and Twitter.'