"Suck it in!" My mom scolds me, pulling the ties on the dress tighter.
"I am!" I wheeze.
"Well, go on a diet or something."
"Well, damn."
Once my dress is tied, I turn around to face my mom.
"I think it's too tight." My voice comes out hoarse and I bet ten bucks my face is turning red.
"It's perfect." My mom takes in my appearance with a satisfied smile playing on her lip-stick covered lips. She rubs her hands together before clapping. "Well, we best be on our way."
"Why are you talking like that?"
Mom drags me, by the arm, down the stairs where dad is talking to the chauffeur. He turns to us before linking his arm through mom's as we all follow the man into the limousine. Outside the house there is many commoners with big ass camera's snapping away, along with a few just waving. I make sure I have a big smile on my face because I know if I don't mom's going to yell at me about it later. With my luck, I turn my artificial, unnaturally wide smile to the big camera right before a bright light flashes.
"Holy shit!" I yell clasping my hands over my eyes. With my eyes shut, I twirl around with my arms flailing out in front of me, trying to grasp my mom or my dad.
"Mom! I'm blind! I'm blind!" I yell. Then next thing you know my heel gets caught with the fabric of my dress and I plummet face-first onto the concrete floor. With my eyes burning, knee scraped, dress ripped, and face flustered I yell for my mom. Although, I sounded more like a whale giving birth.
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With my head down, I listen to the sound of Opera-like singing emanating from the radio in the limo. I nervously fiddle with my fingers, just waiting for my mom to scold me. I see her lips purse from corner of my eye. Three, two, one.
"I'm disappointed." My mom states, right on time.
"Yea, I know."
"Your 15, you should know better than to look straight into a paparazzi camera!"
"Yea, I know."
"No, you don't! Because you continue to embarrass me every time were in public."
"Not my fault I'm clumsy. Plus, I had to get the genes from someone..." I eye my mom and my suspiciously quiet dad.
"Don't embarres me at this dinner, it's my birthday and I want to enjoy it." Mom flattens out her dress.
"I'll try." I mumble. "But! I don't see why I have to go to this, why can't I hang out with the commoners my own age? I mean I've been to all your past ones, and that's a lot of dinners! I mean, how old are you, 50, 60, 80, 98-"
"Alexia!" Mom cuts me off, also slapping me on the leg. Hard.
"Sorry, sorry. Look were here!" I roll down the window and stick my head out. I look down at all the commoners and one older guy grabs a hold of my arm.
"Hey, let go!" I whine, trying to pull my arm back, but the man only tightens his grip. He doesn't have many teeth, but the ones he does have are mustard yellow.
"Let go! Mom, help me! Dad!" I yell for them.
"Nah, I think I'm fine." I could hear the smirk in mom's voice.
"Let go of me you pedophile! Pedo alert! Guards, there's a pedophile holding my arm!" No hope, Mr. Pedophile starts to pull on my arm.
I decide to sink my arm inside my dress sleeve, which he has a hold of, and yank one more time. The force causes my dress sleeve to fall off and I quickly stumble back into the limo, which made a sudden stop, causing me to fly into my parent's laps.
