the connection

Hope that everything will turn out okay: Chapter 1.

'Elle, make sure Charlotte gets breakfast and get her to daycare by 10. I have work and Dad won't be home until late tonight. Make sure you do the dishes and tidy your room!

                                                                                   -xx, Mum'

I read the note left on the kitchen table and rubbed my temples, I had a massive head ache and woke up in a bad mood because I stayed up until 4am reading my book. My name is Elle Harrington, and I have lived in Mayfair London ever since I was born. I am incredibly sick of this place to say the least. "Charlotte, what do you want for breakfast?" I loved my sister very much, we were always joking around and I never fight with her. Through thick and thin, she'll always be there. Even if she is only 5, I can always count on her to listen to me even though she has no idea what i'm taking about. "I'll have rice krispies and some orange juice" She called out while she was watching re runs of 'Hannah Montana'. I made her breakfast and set it down at the kitchen table. "Come eat!" I yelled while doing the dishes quickly. My parents raised my sister and I prim and proper, I guess you could say. 'No elbows on the table' and 'wash your hands before coming to dinner' rules were always in effect. I was now 18, and was planning to attend Manchester university in the fall. I work at Top Shop, and I really love it. It's fashionable clothes and it's fun. I also get a good hand at meeting famous people who come and go, which isn't bad. 'No slurping your orange juice, Char! Just because mum isn't around doesn't mean i'll let it slide' I said while bopping her nose. "Sorry Elle" She said and gobbled up her rice krispie cereal. I don't dislike the way our parents raised us, it's not a bad thing we have manners, but I wish we got a little more leisure. But hey, they feed me, give me clothes, and give me a roof over my head, so I'm not complaining. "Go clean your dishes you dirtied and go upstairs and get ready! Don't want to be late to day care!" I said while kissing her cheek. "I'm going upstairs to shower and get ready for work." I yelled down to her.

I was blow drying my hair down straight when my phone buzzed. My boss, Maggie had texted me 'Can you open? Spilt coffee all over my blouse and had to run home to change. Will be 10 minutes late to work.'  She sent with a frusterated emoji.  'yes, and you're a klutz! xx' I replied. I looked at my phone background, a photo of my aunt Millie and I last christmas. My aunt and I were practically best freinds. I would stay at her house all the time, I never thought of her as my aunt. We were so close, and we could always make each other laugh. She was always there for me, because there was just certain things I couldn't tell my mom. She would always give me hand me down jewelry and clothes because we were the same size. Sometimes I question if she was meant to be my sister, we're so alike. She had very long straight chocolate brown hair, and was short as I am as well. She was so independent and so self assured. Of knowing her for all 18 years of my life, I never once saw her with a 'boyfriend', simpy because she didn't like being tied down to anybody. She was such a free spirit and could light up any room she walked into. I was truly blessed to know her. I got my first tattoo with her; a small opened bird cage with a bird flying out with the quote 'free spirit' under it, right on my ribcage. It was quite the contradiction now, seeing as I feel anything but 'free' or 'spirited'. We found out she was diagnosed with breast cancer about 2 years ago and from the day she was diagnosed to the day god gained an angel, I was with her as much as I could have. She taught me how to play the piano and read music. She passed away 3 months ago, and things just haven't been the same. I became severly depressed. I wouldn't eat, I self harmed, I looked at life as cruel and unforgiving. I didn't communicate with anybody. I'm still recovering. I don't go to therapy anymore, but I have my weak nights where I feel useless. I felt so guilty for feeling this way, because my aunt would not want me to feel this way but I couldn't help it. Back to my aunt Millie, She had a very high job working for the queen doing god knows what, and made very good pay. She always put others before herself. She would always give us money because she 'didn't need it all for herself'. I'm not saying we completely depended on my aunt, but she made things a lot easier with this recession in the UK. My mum and dad had to double up on work schedules and get extra jobs. It's not like we had problems with money, my parents both worked very hard for their money. They didn't want what we have now to be different, they wanted us to keep having money so they just worked harder. It's definitely been affecting my parents relationship, they haven't been seeing much of each other. I felt a tear fall down my cheek and it landed on my phone screen. I wiped my eyes and looked into the mirror. I had brown/green eyes and blonde hair, that was getting long. I was petit, and I was 5'3. I didn't hate the way I looked, but I was never confident with my appearance. I applied under eye concealer to the bags under my eyes, making them dissapear. I put on a champange eye shadow and mascara and chap stick. I then put on a coral collared shirt and black top shop jeans and brown flats. I then knocked on Charlottes door, indicating I was ready to leave. She popped out of her room in a shirt with color stars on it and a cute pink frilly skirt and her light up sneakers. She always reminds me of our aunt. Charlottes smile and happy attitude always gave me hope. Hope that everything will turn out okay.