Isabelle or not - The story of a teenage orphan

9

We run down the stairs with our silly thrills frocks with fiddly buttons and oversized pink ribbons. I hate this outfit. Ina and Luna don't seem to mind. Well, probably because they're 10 and most 10 year old girls love this stuff. If I was 10 year old me right now I would be delighted to wear this.
'What are you doing wrong!' Mrs Oliver shouts. We all look up in unison.
'I said what are you doing wrong!' She snaps.
We all look at each other for help.
'You are all running! Ina your top button is undone! Luna your hair is not turned up! Clementine your ribbon isn't in a bow!' She screams. Wait. Clementine? Who is Clementine?
'Oh yes I forgot you are now called Clementine.' She says pointing at me. Wow she really is bossy. I just nod because there's no point suggesting a compromisation because she will win the argument.
'Ina do up your button!' She snaps.
'But it hurts my throat ,Miss.' Ina says innocently.
'Firstly my name isn't Miss and secondly I don't care if it hurts your throat do what I say!'
Ina sighs and does up her button.
'Don't sigh at me how rude!' Mrs Oliver screams. I see a tear fall down Ina's cheek.
'Please don't shout at her Mrs-'
'Don't interrupt me!'
I can't protect my sister. Great.
I reach into my dress pocket and run my finger across my charm.
'Luna! Turn up your hair this instant!'
'I don't like my hair up.'
'Do it now!'
Luna ties up her hair with the elastic band from Mrs Oliver.
'Clementine!' She is now looking at me. Oh I do hate her. And the name Clementine.
'Yes.' I say.
'Don't answer back!' She snaps.
Wow she is stern.
'Tie your ribbon into a bow!' She yells.
'I don't know how Mrs Oliver.' I say, ashamed.
'You are obviously not the brightest bunch. Your last place did terrible at educating you!'
I feel defensive.
'Lamp head oh was great!' I yell.
She narrows her eyes.
'Camp meadow!'She snaps.
I hang my head as I my cheeks flush with rage and embarrassment.
'Dear me!' She shouts. 'What will Mr Oliver think when he sees this uneducated bunch!'
Mr Oliver? Another one of her. Oh no.