Glitz

Meet Catherine💙

I know this story can be boring at first but I promise it will get intereseting as you read. Just hang in there be a bit patient because I promise it's worth it. This story sends a clear message to everyone and most of us can relate especially teenagers. I hope you enjoy it🍭🌈

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Catherine pov

I was awakened by a disturbing knock. I knew it was Susan. Susan is one of the maids who wakes me up and help prepare me for school. There is nothing I hate more than her disturbing knock and her screechy voice that seems like the only thing that I hear first thing in the morning everyday. I tried to ignore it but it got worse. I wasn't a morning person, I needed to have my beauty sleep uninterrupted.

"Susan go away please" I cried. I can't deny it ok, I am such a cry baby, I think I took that from my mother though she cries like a dying goat.(note the joke😂🤣)

"Madam you will be late for school." Said Susan with her annoying squicky voice. I groaned and got off my bed falling in the process, and opened the door.

"Happy now?" I asked her with a big fake smile. She looked a little bit disappointed and hurt. She was helping me everday and yet I was ungrateful. But I had to be strict to earn respect.

"Sorry Madam I just dont want you to be late for school." She said looking down.

"Oh thank you, but guess what? Now I am 15 minutes freaking late because of you!!!" I yelled at her.

"Honey what's wrong?" I saw my mother approaching us.

"Susan made me mad just early in the morning." I pouted stupidly, hearing Susan snicker from the act.

"Oh sorry honey, but you need to hurry up you haven't even showered" my mother said embracing me into a hug.

My mood lightened again. Moms hugs were the best. I quickly ran to take a shower.

"Now that's my girl." I heard my mother say.

I bathed with flowery soaps and washed my hair with rose shampoo. It smelled really nice. I am popular after all so my looks and smell really matter. After bathing I went to my bedroom and applied face products on my face so that I dont get pimples and acne like other girls at school. Zits are so gross they are like bubbles filled with germs, no offense to Zit teens out there. I also applied make up that took about 30 minutes, I mean it had to be perfect since I am the new face of Glimson high obviously being on every coverpage of Hannah's weekly gossip magazines.

I would rather be late to school than go early with an ugly plain face unlike all those naturally beautiful girl's who didn't need make-up to look pretty I really needed it. Staring at my reflection in the mirror bought a frown on my face. My black eyes weren't interesting nor fun, they were dull and boring. My once pale skin suntanned, my once blonde wavy hair dyed in pink. I was a true definition of fake. All those people who complimented me saying how pretty I am are definetly blind. I sighed walking to my wadrobe and grabbing a cute yellow dress pairing it with my brown Gucci leather belt.

With a gold necklace and earrings to match. I also had about 10 bracelets that I wore everyday. Take me as Fancy Nancy from Disney Junior but my fan's think its hot.

"Honey hurry up you are going to be late!"I heard my mother shouting from downstairs.

I quickly slipped into my yellow pencil heals. Unwrapping my hair from the towel and blow drying it. Then straightening it afterwards since my original hair is wavy and curly which I hate especially when the locks fall in my face. I took a final glance at my reflection in the mirror and smiled, a great replica of Catharine, the girl I always wanted to become stared right at me. I left my room grabbing a smoothie my mother made for breakfast.

That's what I liked about private schools, we get to wear what we want not like those, so unstylish baggy uniforms. I would never wear that.

In the passage, maids were going up and down. Already starting their work for the day. Everyone passing me a genuine smile though I only nod in acknowledgement, smiling is not going to earn me the respect I deserve. Smiling is like the key to another person's personal space, mine doesn't need to be invaded thank you very much.

"Good morning madam." chef Frank flashed me a charming smile still tossing the pancakes.

"Morning Chef, how are you?" Chef Frank is the only person I respect since he is like a brother to me. He is working for my family to raise enough money to enter the cooking competition that is held in LA
After every two years. He told me that it is an opportunity of a lifetime for all chef's, but to him it would be a breakthrough from his poor background.

Frank is still in his early 20s yet he is a true inspiration to me though I never dared to mention. He always had hope, he was always positive even when life was tough. My parents treated him like family, he is a great chef with an amazing personality, who we never want to lose.

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