Some people think that they know everything about me. I’m one of those girls at school who will become the centre of attention, when I enter the room; it’s called unwanted attention, if you ask me.
Chapter 1
“MUM, where the hell are my trackies!”
“I put them in the wash, you’ve been wearing them all week, please just for tonight, could you maybe make a little effort with what your wearing?”
Sometimes my mother just don’t get the fact that dressing up is one of the things I like to call chores, maybe in another house hold its considered one of the highlights of a girls week, but for me, not so much.
Tonight also happens to be one of the biggest parties of the year, for my family that is. Practically half the town turns up, trying to look towards the future by getting Utley drunk in front of all the kids, not that half of them mind, seeing they end up sleeping the night.
“That’s not the point mother!”
Steps crawling up to my bedroom signify that mum hasn’t seen the end of this argument, and would rather yell at my face instead of across the house, great.
“Darling, while I was in New York for work, I found the most elegant little gold number” (and no you didn’t just make up the fact that, yes my mother doesn’t mind me wearing short dresses, ew if I don’t say so myself) “and well of choice I brought it for my sweet pea, I think you will like it, Marc said that it would make you the star of the night.” (Marc Jacobs is an old family friend which my mum grew up with, way before he was known as one of the best fashion designers in the world.)
“Mum, I don’t really care what you brought me in New York while you were there for work, I’m sticking with the jeans.”
“You most certainly are not stepping out of your bedroom into the house, which I have worked on for the last 3 days nonstop, which will be full of more than 500 people trying to make an impression in the cities elite”
Oh and by the way, mum always gets the final say in everything I do in my life.
