Love Is A Beautiful Word

Ch 1: Morning routine

I open my eyes in my comfy queen-sized canopy bed as the rays of golden light shine through the gap between my curtains. I turn my head towards my ballerina alarm clock that is set on my bedside table and it says 4:59 am. Every day I wake up at the same time because of the pain I  have in my legs and feet. Sometimes I can't sleep properly because of it. every morning I have to wake up at 5:00 a.m to practice ballet and then go to school at 8:30 and later in the evening figure skate on the ice rink.

My alarm clock goes off as it is time for my annoying routine. Mariana who is my maid will come to wake me up any minutes now, in 3...2...1 .
" sweet Rose, its time to wake up" she knocks before she enters. I pull the covers over my head as she walks into my room. " Rose wake up!" she pulls the covers off of me." Nana ... I am soooooo tired! I do this every single day and I can't sleep properly at night because of this pain." I groan.   

" I know a way to wake you up and give you energy," she smirks.              "Really? How!" I ask with sleepy eyes   she brings her hands out towards me and says "tickle, tickle".                            "oh dear God! please no!" I try to escape but she's too fast and starts tickling me. 
"AHAHAHAAHAHAAH STOP PLEASE IT TICKLES" I scream and laugh. I push her hands and jump off my bed.

Mariana is my maid and has always been my maid since I was born. she is from Mexico and has a Mexican accent and is quite chubby. She's around her 50s and I get along with her very well and I love her so much. Usually, your maid would be so formal with you but our relationship is the opposite. We play with each other in her breaks and I visit her room sometimes to spend time with her as well. She is almost like a mother to me.

Both my parents come from prestigious and posh families. My father is British  and my mother is French. My father owns a very fancy magazine company and my mother is a world famous figure skater.

You see , my father is very strict and he hates hip-hop music and trendy modern fashion, he thinks it's inappropriate. I'm unpermitted to go out with my friends or myself. I don't have much friends anyways because I hate being around those super rich girls and people who are very snobbish.

My mother was different because she was loving and kind. However, she suddenly died from an illness which effects me alot and then after a few months my father married a new woman who is a total cow.

Time Skip

After changing into my figure skating shorts and top I put on my waterproof jacket and head to the dining room. There my father and his wife sit on the dinner table ready to have breakfast."Bonjour papa!" I say to my father as I kiss his cheek." good morning sweetheart ," he says eating his french toast. I walk around the table and passing my stepmother to my chair. " Rose" my father calls me. "Yes Papa", I say. "Say good morning to your mother" I glance at her and she glares at me . "Morning stepmother," I say as I turn my head to eat my food.

After I finish my breakfast I head to the ballet room for my dance practice with Madam Vasey. She is a very skinny tall woman and has lots of wrinkles on her face and super strict. I head to the dance studio in my mansion where she is waiting for me. I open the door to the room and enter.

"Rose you are late!" she screeches. "I am really sorry Madam I was having breakfast with my Father."  we start my dance practice.