Her Pretty Little Smile

She was a good girl and her smile was so bright. She smiled everyday, and everyday she was told it was beautiful. She was small and often teased. At school they said she was underweight. She was tought all he manners like the forks go on the left, no elbows on the table. She always used polite words like “Pardon me”, “may I”, and “ Thank you”. She had beautiful strawberry blonde hair, and bright yellow eyes.

The small girl didn’t really know her name, everyone just called her “Little”. She lived in a mansion and always wore fancy cloths. Not to be rude, her nanny would always tell her to eat her green vegitables and do her stretches every morning. “Always practice your pretty smile, little girl” He nanny would say to her every morning when she looked at herself in the mirror. He nanny’s name was Merda Grief and she had wrinkly skin. Her mother was never around, so Merda was her best friend. Until school, that is.

“Always practice your pretty smile, little girl.” “Oh, I do Merda.”

Time passed by and Little always practiced her pretty smile. 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd. She was a 4th grader, and mother was still rarely seen. She learned how to read herself to sleep at nights, so Merda could get up and have breakfast ready in the early mornings, Little’s favourite time. Oh how Little loved the mornings. She loved to watch the sun rise, and hear the pretty songs the birds sang to her, as if they knew that was the very thing that brought her joy.

At her school, there were few teachers and many students. She enjoyed helping the teacher and watching her fellow students learn. She often stayed a bit after class to help her teacher clean up. Mrs. Andrews was recently married and was expecting a baby. A precious baby, filled with joy, love, and laughter. How precious life can be.

The days grew colder, and her teacher’s belly grew. The kids became more rowdy, and Merda stopped kissing her head at nights. She did, however, tell her the thing Little knew by heart and herd every morning. “Always practice you pretty smile, little girl”.

“What’s this?” The little girl thought. “It’s Tuesday morning and Mrs. Andrew’s not here?” The children took their seats and listened at the principal told them a story. “Now children, I’m going to tell you a story. Everyone gather around, now.” He said adjusting his circle glasses.

“Once upon a time,” He started “there was a young woman, her name was Cathleene. She had long, pretty brown hair, and the perfect smile to match.” “Oh, how pretty this woman must be. Oh, how beautiful her smile must seem” “SHe had just recently took a handsome young man’s hand in holy matrimony. And soon, she gained a second heartmeat, beating inside her tummy. Thump thump, thump thump.” He patted his leg to his words. “She hated to be away from her class, but she knew she was needed elsewhere. This thing, a new person was growing rapidly inside her, but not quick enough. She was very excited, for this was her first child. As she kissed her husband goodnight, every night at, oh say, about 9 o’clock, every night he would put his hand on his wife’s tummy and whisper into her ear, “I hope this babd has a smile as pretty as yours.” And soon they would find out. A few months later, Cathleene let the heartbeat beat on its own. A new baby girl was born early on a Tuesday morning.”

“But, today’s Tuesday morning.” A pudgy boy, called Billy, asked with a raised hand.

“Yes, Billy, today is Tuesday morning. Do you know what that means?”

“Mrs. Andrews has given birth to a baby girl.” Little said under her breath.