The Secret Life Of A Teen's Dreams

My Life In the Real World

 

It was some time in the fall and I had just woken up from an awesome dream when I got up and I noticed how Cassandra, Minerva, and Guinevere were not at school. It wasn’t like I cared it was like every other day. Mum and Dad were gone. Minerva being the perfect cook she is, made a perfectly cut omelette with tomatoes in it with little leaves of rosemary or some herb on top, she was quite the perfectionist.. God it looked so good and I thought about food for a minute until I saw Cassandra making out with her boyfriend as he was groping her, (slut). Cassandra was so elegant and was clearly the prettiest and oldest of all. She was so talented with making herself look pretty on the outside but on the inside she was more cruel than my mother and she whips me and hasn’t made me a birthday gift yet. Guinevere was eating cereal and the maid was cleaning as she spilled everything she ate in her chair. Sometimes I felt like she was dumber than me when it came to manners and social skills. I was outside as the heat started getting to me so I moved inside my dog house and went back to sleep. As soon as I was starting to get consciences of Vivian I was woken by Cassandra. She had given me my daily plate of food and said yer welcome in her stupid perky high voice, and I struggled to say thankyou so it came out fuck you. Then she glared at me and threw dirt at me. After that I tried to just fall asleep but couldn’t. My mind was just racing about Vivian. I decided to look at my house and count the windows. After about four hours I counted the usual 5,’726. It was almost noon and I was watching Rosa, Liejo, and Guerna clean the house. Rosa was like the leader maid, she was the oldest about 65, she had long gray-brown hair and it was always in a bun. She had been our maid for 50 years. My mother kidnapped her from her family and sort of made her a slave. Since my dad was like the president or whatever, they got away with literally murder. They killed one of our maids. I had always wondered why I was so ugly. I mean my mom was the “fairest” of them all. She was really pretty. She never liked me though. My baby sister Guinevere was very spoiled, like all the Baxters’ she was preppy, even for a 15 year old. Vivian sort of taught me to never lose hope that when I turn 18, I may be able to leave. As I was thinking, my other sister, Minerva who had always been the goody two shoes because she literally knew everything. She knew how to cook and skipped all of elementary, middle, and High school before she was 8. In a way she was kind of like Matilda, if Matilda wasn’t an orphan, adopted by mean parents, was spoiled beyond compare, and pretty much took everything for granted, then maybe. Then I heard a scream and I ran inside. My mother had then walked in with her skin tight rose red dress with giant shimmering diamond earrings stabbed in her ear. She looked at me with disgust and kicked me with her giant purple high heels in the lip. It didn’t hurt that much, until I actually saw the blood dripping from my lip. My face was full of blisters and scars and boils from my mother and father beating me to a bloody pulp many times. She then screamed for the three of the witches to come down. She asked them why I was in the house. they simply looked at me and looked back at mother with guilt. Minerva, being the know it all she is, moronically spoke,

“ It was Cassandra! I saw her letting her boyfriend finger and he accidentally unlocked the door.” Then Cassandra blurted

“ No, I did not! It was you, ya scum sucking road horse!” Guinevere just stared, blushing, obviously she left the door unlocked for me to get in. Then my mother started yelling and then Cassandra, Minerva, and Guinevere started screaming at each other while I snuck out hoping no one would notice me. As I ran back to the dog house, I started going into sleep mode and decided to picture a new story in my head for Vivian and her friends to follow. Then I went inside, shut the door, and fell asleep...