The Forgotten Princess

Chapter 7: Sweet Sixteen?

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Chapter 7

                Waking up the next morning, I still felt as frustrated as I did the night before. I was sick of everything. The lies. The whispering. The hiding of things from me. I was done with all of this. Not knowing was hurting me and leaving my head in a mish mash of emotional turmoil and I really couldn’t take any of that again. Dragging myself out of bed, I realised that I had the day off school because my mum wouldn’t let me go to school today.

                I did my usual morning routine before changing into some black skinny jeans and a Marvel t-shirt which hugged my figure close. I placed my hair into a messy bun as just something to keep my hair out of my face. With some great reluctance, I left my room. I jogged downstairs lightly as I tried to remain quiet. I really didn’t feel like seeing my mum right now.

                Sighing in relief when I reached the kitchen without any more drama, I made myself a cup of tea and some toast. I sat at the dining room table as I ate it all quietly just enjoying the peace and quiet of there being no arguments. Frankly I was fed up with arguing with my mum. Why the hell was I moving? I hadn’t had prom yet. I have friends here and plans. I have A Levels to think about and she is just uprooting me again. It is sickening. She just refuses to listen to me.

                Silently, I finished off the rest of my breakfast before putting the dishes away into the dishwasher. I washed my hands at the sink which was in front of a window which looked out onto the back garden and the forest. Fortunately, there was a blue sky with delicate white clouds decorating it. It was nice to see this sky than an overcast sky which is what England usually treats me too.

                Deciding to do something with the day, I eventually decided to get practising my flute instead. If ever in doubt or annoyed, I always went to music because I could always lose myself in the melodies and chords. As I walked through the house, just taking my time and being quiet about it, I let my thoughts wander. I wanted my mum not to hear me and I wanted to avoid her if possible.

                Of course, I wasn’t that lucky.

                As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my mum came out of the corridor that usually led towards her office. I inwardly groaned. I couldn’t make it upstairs, could I? Oh no. Fate was against me. I looked away, trying to hide the annoyance on my face. I just wanted a day of peace. No arguments. No shouting. Nothing.

                “Anna?” My mum asked questioningly.

                “Yes?” I replied, trying to find the urge not to snap at her.

                “Happy birthday,” She spoke delicately.

                I froze. Woah! Well damn, I forgot it was my own birthday. That tells you how bad of a week it had been. It was my Sweet 16th.  I sighed. Great, some birthday this was going to be. I turned to look at my mum with a weak smile.

                “Oh, thanks,” was all I managed to speak.

                Well done brain. That was a brilliant response, I thought sarcastically. My mum frowned lightly and looked at me inquisitively. I raised my eyebrows as if to question what she was looking at me like that for.