Do You Believe In Fairy Tales?

2. Mother Knows Best

My eyes kept flickering from my computer screen to the clock hoping that my stare would speed those damn clock hands up.

It seemed like no use but the routine kept me from pulling the plug of the laptop in front of me single-handedly. Today (besides it being my birthday) was nothing different than any other day but something about it made me want to pull my hair out and scream until my lungs were bleeding, I felt trapped.

Even in the biggest room of the entire house, I felt utterly and entirely caged. Pascal was at my feet as I was following a lesson at Webmaster High Schools Math Program for Advanced Student, let's just say putting maths in my equation was pulling my spirits way below zero. 

I had the luck that my teacher wasn't as attentively as usual so he hadn't figured out that instead of solving my extra exercises I was doodling stick men in my notebook,

yet. 

Pascal yawned from beneath my feet and I bend down a little to pet him on his head, silently counting down until my required hours of school for today were over.  I still had 3 hours to go and today there weren't any other students logged on to the program so I had the teachers' undivided attention. Oh, happy day.

The sudden realisation that my math teacher was hobbling closer to my webcam popped my imaginary dream bubbles and scribbled something on my paper which seemed about right. The stout man, who now stood right in front of the camera and took up my whole screen, pushed his glasses up his nose and opened his mouth to ask me something. 

"How are those parabolas going, Mrs. Tale?" His nasal voice was clear through the computer and I could see he was standing on his toes in an inane attempt to see my sheet. "Any difficulties?" 

I smiled my a sweet smile and shook my head. "No sir, everything is alright I just need some more time." 

He nodded shortly and went back to his little desk continuing to repeatedly clean his glasses and order his pencils in order of size. 

I frowned slightly and decided to make sure this day at school would go by fast, starting to solve the problem. 

After three hours absent students and moody online teachers I closed the laptop with a sigh, grabbing my notebook and pens and standing up from my chair, groaning when the sleeping limbs and bones clicked with an unhealthy sound. 

Stumbling to my room a sudden smile spread over my lips, I wouldn't have to do anything today except for cooking dinner, today was my birthday. Even Mrs. Gothel had the decency to give me a couple of days off during my birthday and the holidays. 

I opened my bedroom door with a creak and greedily inhaled the familiar smell of vanilla before dropping myself in the sea of soft duvets that was my bed. 

I wrapped myself up in the blankets and giggled, a whole day all alone in the house. I could do whatever I wanted, I hadn't been able to do that for a long time. Most of the time I would have to do all the chores Mrs. Radley prescibed me and I would be busy until dinner. Even on the majority of my occasional days off some of the staff would be here. 

After changing in more comfortable clothes I picked the little black book laying on my night stand and opened the page with my list on it. It was a list with things I could do on a day like this, which didn't occur that often. It felt good checking the list of, choosing to watch my favorite disney movie as my first activity.

While the TV was  reading the DVD I ran downstairs making some hot chocolate with marshmallows and popcorn for later. Conveniently, I didn't spill anything on my way back up and came in right when the movie was ready to play.