Vanilla Rose

[4]-Gypsy Woman

I looked into the mirror; a girl looking back. Her face was makeup free, the contacts were replaced by black framed glasses, and brown eyes staring back. The girl's hair was placed in a messy bun. Sweatpants and a comfy sweater was her outfit of the day. This was Camilla Santiago Moretti in her natural state. No one had ever really saw me like this except for my family and Wakely. When I didn't have to be outside in the world I was at home in my library or sleeping. I yawned, rubbing my eyes of their blurriness. Today was going to be a good day. No hypocrisy. Just a day to sit and relax without a care in my home until Monday.

I walked downstairs, entering the kitchen to see my little sister texting at the table and my mother preparing breakfast. The traditional mexican food filled my nose as I took a seat. My mother was the type of person that wants her children to learn about their culture in everyday situations. At a young age she pushed bilingualism onto to me. She spoke Spanish around the house while my dad spoke English; she did the same for my sister. If she had the time she usually made breakfast announcing the meal in..."El desayuno de hoy es Chilaquiles y Huevos."...spanish. Mom put the plates on the table with a smile. Nowadays we barely got to see her because she was busy with her buisness so I liked to cherish the moments we had together; even if they were small like this. "Isabella Esmeralda Santiago Moretti! I swear to god if you don't put that phone down I will break it with my high heel!"

Izzy rolled her eyes and put the phone down. "Can you be any more dramatic?"

Mom scooped up her phone, holding it in here her hand. "You must be hanging around your little white friends for too long because that's not how we treat each other in this household. Especially not your mother. Now apologize!"

"Sorry, mom."

"In Espanol."

"Triste, madre."

She handed Izzy her phone back. "If I ever hear you talk to me like that again I'll take your phone away and no more computer for two weeks." It seems like in the nick of time Dad came into the kitchen. Usually, he would come downstairs in the middle of a dispute between Mom and Izzy but today it was quickly resolved.

Dad walked over to Mom, planting a big kiss on her lips, and whispering sweet nothings into her ear just so we couldn't hear. It made Izzy and I want to gag. The affections my parents showed for each other was very prominent when ever they were around one another.If we weren't in the picture I'm sure someone would think they were a young couple; they received a lot of compliments like that. He came around, kissing his daughters on the forehead, and taking a seat at the head of the table. "How have my girls been? It feels like I haven't seen you in forever." Dad asked, expectant eyes on Izzy.

Features wise, Isabella favored my father. Izzy had Dad's curly hair and hair color, while I had his nose and lips. My mother only gave us both her brown eyes. The other thhing is that they were so alike in demenor, sometimes it was annoying. If you noticed they were always around each other and even had the same movements. While I had my own independence and I certainly didn't inhert any traits from them except for my bitchy attitude. I could thank my mother for that. I wasn't jealous of the relationship Izzy and Dad had but seeing them together left me empty of companionship. "How about you, Cam? How have you been this week?"

I chewed my eggs more thoroughly. "Fine. Cheerleading tryouts were held, I got asked to prom, and Katy can't seem to find a date to prom."

Mom almost dropped the pan of eggs on the floor. "YOU GOT ASKED TO PROM! BY WHO?!"

"Hunter Rhodes." Izzy answered with her head down, a grin creeping upon her face.

"How did you know?"