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Betty was lying peacefully in her bed dreaming of her future. In her dream she lived in a small white and cobblestone cottage that she had built herself with her husband who didn't really have a face. She was wearing her white floral dress like usual and her two little girls were too and her little boy, like his father, was wearing grey shorts with a white button up. All of their blonde hair flowing and her sons and her husbands raven hair flowing and of course they were barefoot running around the field at some point they were catching fish in the water. However her favourite part was when the couple put the children to bed and they laid on a checkered picnic blanket watching the sunset in each other's arms. Betty had always dreamt to fall in love and she couldn't wait for her future.
     Soon she was woken up by her step-father,Chris, shaking her.
C-Get up now you've got school!
He shouted making Betty jump and properly wake up. Betty was to scared to even fake sleep like any child would, he didn't hurt Betty at least not physically he was just a very scary man.
B-Sorry sir.
Betty said, shaking, she just called him sir as it was 'professional' according to Chris. He was a very traditional man, he believed woman belong in the kitchen and are for cleaning and looking after the children. He even made Alice quit her job as a doctor, and that made Betty angry, her mother loved her job but he insisted. Betty always wanted to be a midwife and bring new lives into the world, she thinks little babies are miracles including her then 6 month old sister,Millie. Chris doesn't like Millie and hates the fact that Alice got pregnant with her, but Alice absolutely insisted on keeping her.Millie started to cry.
C-Elizabeth go see what the brat needs.
Chris said.
He had always said that Betty and Millie were brats when in fact they were absolute dreams compared to other children.
     Betty ran out of the room and went to tend to Millie.
B-Hey you're okay baby.
She said picking her up and rocking her from side to side. Causing the little one to calm down and nuzzle her face into Betty's breast meaning she wanted milk. Of course though Betty being not her mother didn't have any breast milk so she put her down and made some formula and fed it to her. As soon as she was finished Betty got dressed into some tanned sandales and a dress. One of Betty's rules is she always wears open toed shoes unless she absolutely can't. She also left her curly hair natural taking two small strands of hair and tying them up with a pink satin bow.
Betty's dress

She was well aware her style was more quirky than others and much more bright, she always looked like she was going to a party

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She was well aware her style was more quirky than others and much more bright, she always looked like she was going to a party. After she finished getting ready she headed downstairs for breakfast. Seeing her mother cooking bacon on the stove but Betty didn't eat bacon as she was a vegetarian and didn't like animals to be killed.
A-Go and get some eggs from the chicken house please.
Alice said, Betty nodded. Since her mother lost her job she'd been into breeding chickens and selling them. Betty ate the eggs everyday for breakfast and they are fresh so they are even more delicious. She went out with her wooden basket and collected 10 eggs of course she wasn't going to eat all of them though only two of them. Betty's preference was fried egg sunny side up. When she got back in she saw Chris and her mother sharing a kiss she rolled her eyes and cooked the egg herself. She ate them and then wiped her mouth afterwards. She realised it was 8:10 and school started at 8:30 so she best head out. So she hugged her mom good bye and gave Millie a kiss on the head as the baby was holding her feet and giggling. Betty smiled at her and started walking to school observing the scenery around her.

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