Yesterday I was forced to make my own tea from some unfamiliar herbs for my stepmum and the prats she calls her friends. All of their stupid, "superior" daughters were putting on shows and trying to be funny while I sat in a corner taking in evil glares from the malicious and small beady eyes of numerous mums with bad, tall hair and puffed-out dresses....
To put my story in line, I'm really 13 going on 14. I know it's a damper and a bit of a downer, but that's the thing. I have to stepsisters who are 13 and 14 and 3/4. I'm smaller for my age, and quite obsolete in the term "daughter." I don't think I qualify as a daughter seeing as my father's remarried and my mum's off somewhere in North America with her beaux.
Now I'm just a pale, thin little lass who gets in the way all of the time and should be sold off to the Dog Pound if I were able to be sold there....Which I'm not Shawn checked already (Shawn as in my stepmum...). She's some stupid bleach blonde with an annoying habit of speaking in the third person to her daughters and making me serve them like I'm an actual servant I mean it's pathetic in the whole social class of the Feudal Society this house is in, the dog ranks higher than me. And that's not the stepsister dog, that's the all-fours all bark no bite stupid eunichy dog with problems of walking into anything at the immediate area and soiling his small little knickers Shawn places on him for some god-forsaken reason... confused
By-the-by I think that my father's found out I'm hiding out in the computer room he's standing in. I know this because he's standing over me angrily, staring at me with an evil glowering glare, and pointing at me trying to speak words in between his rounds of hyperventilation.... neutral
I'm just an abnormal girl trying to survive through the life of a prissy prattish English slave bound until the age of sixteen when she can drive off with her new car she would buy with her imaginary million pounds (for those yanks or non-metric mates out there pounds are another word for..."dollars," and pence is another word for..."cents"....I think....Do I have that right?). That's after I get more than my pocket money which is currently sixty pence and some pocket lint..
 Tilly_Witch · Mon May 21, 2007 @ 08:52pm · 0 Comments |
