Rivals

001

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"MOTHER! WHERE ARE MY SHOES?!?" I yelled out in despair.

It's one thing I couldn't find something proper to wear, but loosing my shoes the day after I bought it.

Great. That's Y/F/N summed up in less than five seconds.

"Y/n! I don't know. Come borrow mine! We're already late!"

Omg. No. No way I'm borrowing a 43 year old woman's shoes.

I'll admit she has class though. But on the level of women over fourty years old, while I'm only 18. That'll never work. Nah ah--

I scramble through my room, searching for my newly bought shoes to go with the classy gown I'm currently wearing.

It's one of my dad's stupid functions I'm once again being dragged to.

I duck under my bed and sighed of relief.

The beautiful sparkling shoes were there, lying underneath it.

I smile at the shoes like a psycho before grabbing them and fitting my feet perfectly inside it.

Quikly I run, grab my purse and stuff in some refreshment gum, lip gloss, a brush and some perfume.

My mother always taught me to be prepared.

While fixing my hair quikly, I heard my mother calling again.

"Y/N! Where are you!! The driver is waiting and so is your father!"

"Oh my soul. Relax! I'm coming!" I yell out in frustration.

They always hurry me. I even started finishing up like half an hour earlier than usual today.

I put my watch on my wrist and grabbed both my phone and purse before rushing down the stairs of our huge mansion.

"Finally." I hear my mother sigh.

She IS overdramatic.

Always has been.

I check my watch not surprised at all that we still had ten minutes to get to the ward where the function would take place.

It's only a five minute drive anyways.

"Mother. Why did you hurry me? I did not even properly brush my teeth. Now I'm going to smell like a stray cat only living off of the corpses of dead fish." I snorted, getting into the luxurious limo.

Many people would freak out about it but once they actually get to ride in it, they realise it is just like any other car. Just a different shape.

"Darling Y/n. You need to learn to work around time. It never waits for anyone. And as your mother it is my civil duty to teach you all about these things."

Oh god. Now I regret asking her. She always preaches for me. She is like royalty.

Always perfect, neat and very elegant.

Hell she even sits like a damn queen would.

She used to even wack me when I was little only because I slouched.

I learned it off though...

Soon we reached the ward. It was huge!

Decorated with flowers and sparkling stuff.