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by 5555599me

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I fixed the faucet to the right warmth but it wouldn't come on. I grabbed my beautiful red locks in frustration. After I was done I made sure I didn't break a nail. I didn't . That's great. I care about my image, maybe more than I should. I kick my shower walls close to the faucet and it turns on.

I wait for the warmth and relief to hit my body but nothing happens . I shiver as the cold water runs down my spine. I try to kick the walls and crank the faucet to turn on the warmth, in stead the faucet turns to high speed and the water raises higher in my see proof shower . I try to open the door it doesn't open. I'm drowning. Drowning.

Boom

Thousands of tiny cube shaped objects hit me. But what are they.

I jump up and realize that that was ice and water running down my cold spine from my mum.

"Get up you dumb ass time for school" she then walks away leaving me with the confusion to what just happened.

My mum was always a little hard on me to be pretty and femine like she was. Ha. She is a manly beast. I love my mum , I mean who doesn't ? She just is showing her love in not the most affectionate ways but in very rough ways that I was used to

Sine I could remember which is a long time , since I can't remember shit. Well yup I have a horrible memory .

I walk on my mums very invaluable carpet flooring in my room. I have my head down the entire way, even though mum says to always have your head up tall and proud, even when your wrong, and or proved wrong. Neither of them have happened to me so I guess I'm good , don't really need that advice. Haha I giggled quietly at my own thoughts.

On my way to the bathroom I spot some ice on the floor and realize it's not clear like regular ice should be. Is this even water? I pick it up and relize it's yellow. That could only mean it's her liquid waste. Wait is it? I sniff it and relize my assumptions were right. That's just gross. I drop the ice on my bed so it wouldn't make a noise that would disturbed my mum from her sober ness. My mum is almost never sober so when she is I make sure I'm on my best behavior. But this morning when I got frozen and liquid wate on me I knew I wasn't a so good start.

One I finally felt the cold tiles of my bathroom floor I silently scolded my self for taking so damn long to get to my bathroom . But in my defense it's a good 20 feet away from my bed . Yes, my mum is rich, she is a super model I really don't know where I fit into the whole super model thing so I usually keep to myself when she's here. I strip off my clothes and take a few seconds to remind myself that nothing going to happen when I turn on the faucet. I finally get the courage to turn on the faucet and the warmth that I was waiting to happen in my dream happens in reality.

I wash my hair and my every part off my flawless and slightly pale body. I take my mum own brand of Victoria secret shampoo and wash my mid-back length red hair. Yes I am a red head. But I don't burn easily in the sun. Weird? I know.i step out and wrap one white towel on to myself. I brush my hair to perfection and position my loose curls

the way I want them and dry off the rest of my body.

I go to my walk in closet and rank through each piece of clothing. I pick a black tank top that shows an even amount of cleavage that my mom wants. Yup, not want I want my mom wants which is almost my whole damn boobage . Weird . My mum is probably the exact opposite of your mom. I put on a red neclace that says Cutie and grab my red heels with red bottoms and put on red hoop earings with a red pencil

Skirt. I grab my matching designer bag from my dresser and take a look at my mirror and make sure my reflection is one that my mom allows. Oops.

I forgot make up . I hurry and put on natural pink lip gloss with eyeliner. I have really good healthy radiant slightly pale skin like my mom so I don't really need any concealer. I grab my bag and walked how my mom wants my to walk. Confident . Proud . And the just right amount of a feminine sway. My mum was watching my on her white couch that I'm not allowed to touch and nodded at my presence. I gave out a sigh of relief a walked to the kitchen to make my mom breakfast. I made and got the ingredients out to make an omelet.

If my mom has all this ingredients I wonder why she doesn't have a damn cook instead of me. I made the omelet and looked to see if I did the right things that my mum wants instead of what I want. My mum taught me every since I was little that family comes first. And in this case it's my mum that comes first. After I placed the omelet on the plate I never new who long I was taking.

Something in my mind is telling me to duck. Wait what? Why would I duck

Duck

I took it in to my own warnings and ducked I could feel warm metal slide against my hairless neck . I looked back and my moms tablet was behind me. That b-

"What the hell is taking so long" my mom yelled from her all white living room. I rushed over to her with the omelet in my hands.

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