Paper

age 12

Age 12 and Cosette's drawing has highly improved. So much so that cosette no longer had to resort to drawing herself 3 meals a day..not with all the money she's been getting from her pictures. But Alas she could not keep all.half went to buying groceries for her retched uncle and his useless girlfriend while the other half went to paying her school fees and a sou or two for the local Baptist Church. (when she was aloud out). But cosette didn't mind she didn't have many friends anyway only her drawings most of which were of a boy in her art class." Francois De ládeur ....ha! You stand a better chance kissing a frog and watching him turn into a prince" snarled a 7th grade girl who had purposely bumped into cosette and was now laughing along with half the school about her drawings.

Scribbling the final touches of her 49th Francois portrait Cosette decided on having a shower.standing in her uncles monotone shower, letting the cold water soak her pale skin cosette closed her eyes and began to reminisce about yesterdays art class in which Francois had gently brushed her upper arm with his back pack. To her dismay her daydreaming had come to a halt at the sound of her uncles girlfriends voice." Cosette you had better get your skinny arse out of that bathroom right now!"

Cosette walked into her room after locking the door and stepped in front of the mirror.she let go of her towel allowing it to fall on the floor. Her eyes began to sting as tears forced their way down her cheek bones,she had never felt more disgusted in her life.she didn't know what she hated most... The light blue veins sticking out of every single part of her body,the fresh cuts and bruises she had from last nights misunderstanding with her uncle or the fact that she was able to count almost every bone in her body. Cosette lifted her long white hair above her neck to revel the bruises from when her uncle had attempted to strangle her with chains and the terrible stitches that cosette had done to try and cover it up.

She hasn't noticed it before but she was now crouched on the floor and next to her was a picture of a paper princess and her prince  that she had drawn when she was 9.a smile instantly spread across Cosette's face as she wiped her tears away. she had just realized that with paper she could be whoever she wanted to...and in her paper world who wouldn't want to be Cosette.