Cassie Young's Story

June 23rd, 2012; 5:35am

I heard my alarm go off at five thirty am just like it did every morning. I felt Rascal, my baby pet fennec fox, nuzzle my cheek. He was given to me by my parents just a month ago because they wanted me to pestering them about needing to talk to them. I never got to tell them...its not everyday that this kinda thing came up, and I desperately wanted their attention but no they gotbme a pet and waved me off.

I looked over to see that Vidia was still sleeping, so I climbed out of bed and started my morning routine. Make my bed was the first thing I did, then I went to my closet to pick out what I was going to wear that day. I decided on some baggy cargo pants and a sweatshirt, all my clothes were getting too big fornme but I take that as a good sign.

I make my way to the bathroom and get undressed then I weigh myself, 102lbs, only twelve pounds to go. I have to be perfect, if my parents ever pay attention to me I want them to see that I am doing everything I can to make them happy. I take a fifteen minute shower then get dressed and brush out my hair.

As I am bringing my things to my room I find Cassie heading to her own room " 'mornin Cassie, want to go for a ride later?"

I frown slightly when Cassie denys my request to go riding, may I can get Vidia to go.
I was taken back when Cassie mentioned her eating, how did Cassie know, I havent told anyone about it and really tried to not bring attention onto myself "I already ate, no need to worry about me. And you know Vidia and I are always here if you need to talk".
After Cassie heads to her room I head into my own and pick up Rascal then go sit on Vidia's bed.
"Vi wake up I would like to talk with you" I gently shake Vidia's shoulder then lay down beside my twin "Vidia wake up please".

Edit: To match Echo's post.

June 23rd, 2012; 5:35am

When Alexis's alarm went off, it sent her into a long bout of groans and grumbles in argument. She even grabbed one of my endless amount of pillows and threw it at her, causing Jinx and Mistique to mew in annoyance and burrow deeper under the covers of her bed sheets.

When she finally summoned the courage to crawl out of bed and the warmth that came with it, it was slowly and almost like a caterpillar escaping its cocoon to reveal what a beautiful butterfly it had turned into.

"Do you always have to get up so early?" she whined as Alexis made her way back into the room several minutes later. "I can't, I have to drop everyone off at their practices, Kimmy has summer preschool, and then I have to run errands, remember?" she asked as she slowly went about getting ready for her day, taking a shower in the side of the bathroom that was connected to her sister's. The opposites sides of the bathroom were identical in design, only Vidia's belongings were differently shaped, colored, designed, and anything else someone could imagine. She blow dried her hair and added a small amount of make up to her features, giving herself a smoky eyed look, then tugged on a pair of jeans shorts and a form-fitting white tank top. She pulled her hair back then let it fall back into placed, fluffed it a little, then smiled at her reflection and practically skipped from the bedroom.

She made her way down the halls and finally the stairs, Jinx and Mistique following her. She made her way into the living room and lifted the blanket from over the cage that housed her two birds. She moved her finger against the bars. "Hello Tonio, hello Danela. How'd you two lovebirds sleep?" she smiled, opening the cage and slipping her hands inside to let them wrap their claws around her fingers and she placed them on top of the cage. She opened the feeder inside the cage and filled it with fresh seeds, then opened the water tank and filled it with fresh water. She then lifted the two sleepy birds and placed them back inside the cage, stroking their heads before shutting the door of the cage. She smiled at them, waved, then bid them a goodbye and left the room. Her two white baby tigers trailed after her, almost like puppies, into the kitchen, where she pulled out several pots and pans to cook the normal food she would make for her siblings that woke up later then she did.

She prepared bacon, eggs, omelettes, pancakes, muffins, sausages and one of Kimmy's favorites, pancakes with berries on top. "Breakfast is ready!" she shouted through the house, casting a glance at the clock. It was six-fifteen and they would have another hour before they needed to leave to drop Kimberly off at her summer-preschool and get everyone to practices for the sports they were in, and so she could run errands, so she began to set out plates and place food on them. She moved to the front door and leaned out into the cool, spring morning air. "Whoever wants food had better come and get it!" she shouted, her voice carrying across the acres of farm that they owned. She finally leaned back inside after several moments then returned to the kitchen and went about filling the many animal bowls that were set in what everyone now called the Animal Room, which was basically where the animals ate and played and sometimes slept, along with where the animals were all kept, including her birds. It took a long time since she was the only one that ever did it, but it had to get done by someone, somehow.

Vidia had almost finished in the animal room when she heard Alexis’s voice. She straightened from filling one of the endless amount of food bowls in the room and offered her a smile. “I’ll make sure that I talk to her and see what she needs,” she said, filling the last bowl then leaving the room and shutting the see-through glass door with various small holes in it. She had let the birds and other animals out of their cages and she really didn’t want them getting out in the house, because it would be a pain in the butt to try and find them in the mansion of a country house that they lived in.

She moved into the kitchen. “Hang on, Alexis,” she ordered, snatching up a muffin and moving over to her. She thrust the muffin into her hands and gave her stern look. “You had better eat that or I’m going to start shoving food down your throat, understand?” she asked, crossing her arms. She had begun to notice changes in her sister; she was losing weight, her clothes weren’t fitting her as well, and she hadn’t been eating very often. “Now you can go, but you had better eat that,” she said as the distant sound of Kimmy’s feet were heard. Vidia turned and smiled at her littlest sister. “Hey honey, I made your favorite,” she said, lifting her up at the waist and into her arms. “Pancakes and your favorite fruit of all time,” she said, walking over to the counter to show her the food. “I’ll make you a plate if you go ahead and sit down at the table,” she said, putting the little girl down again. She then turned and began to fill a plate for before making her way over to the long table in the connected dining room. She set the plate on the table and poured a glass of juice for Kimmy from the pitcher that sat on the table, and then set the glass beside the plate. “Eat up honey,” she said, ruffling her little sister’s hair as she turned back to finish her morning chores in the kitchen, which were to clean the dishes, wash the counters, organize the fridge and cupboards, finish a list for food to buy when she went grocery shopping that day, and wash the floors. First, though, she set the food on the counters and a stack of plates beside them, knowing very well that a lot of her siblings would choose to eat alone in their rooms instead of in the kitchen, but not caring in the least.

I walk into the barn, Cecil walking out and Alexis down by Sage. What was Cecil doing here? He owns Tempest, a chestnut morgan mare. If it weren't for me that horse would be neglected. I feed her, groom her, ride her, and turn her out in the pasture as needed. It was probably a consolation gift for some crappy thing my parents did.

Alexis is becoming so skinny and her clothes are getting baggy. I don't know why she won't eat. Being malnourished won't make her perfect. I became perfect and skinny by watching what I eat and exercising. But why does she care more about being skinny than her life? You know what? To hell with her. I have my own problems. But, it's still kinda scary. The whole idea of her starving to death to be perfect.

The first door has a plaque that reads, "Queen of Hearts" Penny Owned and Loved by Cassie Young. I talk softly to her and stroke her neck. She has a direct view of the house. It must be like watching cable. I slip her halter on and attach my purple lead rope. I walk her down past Rage and Tempest and over to the wash stalls. When she's on the cross ties I put her Blue Ecole Cresant Roma Saddle Pad, white sheepskin half pad, and Saddle on. I slip the martingale over her head and loop the girth through it. I take her off the cross ties and put on her bridle. I lead her out and get on from the mounting block.

I trot past the jumping field, and two-point up the hill. I walk through a tree line and emerge into the field.

How the hell am I gonna fix things? I screwed up so badly. I really need to talk to someone. But Alexis and Vidia. Will they make fun of me? Laugh? I just really need one or both of them.

I feel like I'm about to cry and I can't have that so I pick up the canter. I go over some of the cross country jumps, which Penny glides over like an angel. After I'm done I walk her out and start heading back for home.
I check the clock in the barn. Almost 7. I don't even bother putting her on the cross ties. I get her tack off and put it in the tack room. She stands there, obediently. I brush her then take off her bridle. She follows me back to her stall and goes in.
I whisper a goodbye and walk back towards the house

I watch as Cecil walks off, I shake my head. "No one in this family cares except for themselves Sage, I guess we got that from our parents" I continue to brush Sage, I see Cassie come in but I say nothing to her as she walks to her own horse. I go out of the stall and grab Sage's english tack then I go and saddle her up. After Sage was all set I decide to send Elodie see if I could talk with her later, it might be a suprise to the older lady because I usually didn't talk much but I had no one else I could go to.

My fingers fly over the keyboard as I write and send the text:
To:Elodie
From: Lexi
Hi. This is Alexis. I was wondering if there is a chance I could speak to you at some point today. It would be greatly appreciated.

I finish the text then slide hook my headphones on and find a song to listen to, I decide on Fully Alive by Fly leaf and then I take a hold of Sage's bridle and walk her out to the outside ring where there was a jump course set up from the days before when I practiced. I bring Sage over to the fence, where I climb up and get onto the saddle.

With music blaring in my ears and the feeling of Sage under me I try to let everything else on my mind go. I walk around the ring a few times to warm up Sage's legs, then I bring her to a trot and go over some of the lower jumps. I planned on doing some horse shows this summer and I wanted Sage to be ready for the jumping course.

After about fifteen minutes of warmup I stop Sage in the middle of the course, taking out a stopwatch from my pocket I click start and then click Sage into a trot then a canter. I keep myself focused on the course, and fly through it the best I can but at the eigth jump Sage knicks jher foot on one of the poles, so I stop doing the course and walk Sage around the ring before I try again.

((OOC: There was a bit of God-modding there, so just be careful next time))

7:00am

Vidia had just finished her chores and was only then readying a plate of now-cold food to stick in the microwave - a usual occurrence for her - when she was interrupted by the sound of Cassie's voice as she entered through the kitchen door. When she asked her to go upstairs with her for a moment, she cast a curious look in the directions of the animals, as if to ask, 'Do you guys know what's up?', before she shrugged and set her plate down.

She followed after her and walked into the parlor, grabbing stray papers and books that had been left out by her siblings, straightening them. When Cassie spoke, the newspapers she had been gathering together slipped from her fingers and fluttered to the floor. For a moment, she didn't speak and she remained still. Finally, she reached down and gathered the papers, straightened them, then set them on the desk that sat in the room. She turned and faced her sister, stared at her for several moments, then took three long strides to reach her, before pulling her into her arms. "Shh, hush now ... It's all going to be okay. I'll handle it, Cassie. I'll take care of it, just like I always have," she murmured soothingly.

She leaned back and grasped her sister's upper arms. "No matter what, don't say anything to mother and father. I'll take care of them, too. I won't let anything happen. I know Ryan; if you talk to him about it, he'll accept the responsibility and he'll take care of you, too. Don't mention this to anyone else other than Ryan and me, at least until I say so," she said, looking into the eyes of her sister sternly. "Now take a few deep breaths, wipe your eyes, blow your nose, and once you feel better, go downstairs and get some more food to eat," she ordered, releasing the younger girl. She turned back to grab a coloring book Kimmy had left out, closed and set it down, then turned back to Cassie. "Cassie ... I'll take care of it, don't worry. Nothing's going to happen to you, the baby, or Ryan," she said gently, moving over to gently rub her arm for a moment. "You'll be okay," she reassured her, starting out of the door. "Now let's go get something to eat, alright?"

I get to my room without running into anyone. I shut the door and lock it. I curl up in my bed and bury my head in a pillow. I start crying and the pillow mutes out what would have been loud sobs.
When I'm done I sit up. Grabbing a tissue from my bedside table I dab my face. I pull off my belt and unlace my boots. I pull off my breeches and Polo. After they're all put away and organized I pick out a new outfit. Dark blue north side crop top and white shorts with white braided belt.

I pick up my phone and text Vidia: Hey I need to talk to you soon.

I put on some make-up to hide the fact that I had been crying. A little mascara, a little foundation, a little blush, not too much. I brush out my hair so it's silky soft.

You are strong, I say to my reflection in the mirror. You can get through this.

I put I Want To Hold Your Hand on the record player.

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand

Oh please say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please say to me
You'll let me hold your hand

You'll let me hold your hand
I want to hold your hand

And when I touch you I feel happy inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide

Yeah, you got that something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand

And when I touch you I feel happy inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide

Yeah, you got that something
I think you'll understand
When I feel that something
I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand

I finished up my breakfast, and looked around my room. There wasn't really much to do. Sighing, I got up to take my dish to the kitchen, knowing someone later would bother me about it. As I walked through the halls, I heard something. Stopping, I listened closer. Is that crying?
Following the sound, I found Cassie's room and frowned. After a moment of thought, I started to hear music. Letting out another tired sigh, I knocked lightly on the door.
"Hey, sis! You okay in there?" I called from behind the door. I really did care for my siblings, but I hoped someone else was helping her. I wasn't good with people, and I wanted a nap. As I waited for her to respond, I tapped at the plate in my hands.

Vidia

Vidia made her way down after Cassie, and into the kitchen to clean up after breakfast. A quick glance at the clock told her she had no time to eat and would have to pick up something while she ran errands - again. She stifled a sigh as she packed away the leftovers for later, slid them into the large fridge, and grabbed her jacket. She pulled it on and slipped a muffin into her mouth, checking her pockets for her wallet. Nothing. "Damn," she muttered, but it was muffled and incomprehensible due to the muffin between her lips.

She took off out of the kitchen and up the stairs, straightening stray papers, grabbing loose clothes along the way, and darted into her and Alexis's room. She had ten minutes before they had to leave. Straightening stray things in her room, along with Alexis's side, and chewing on the muffin along the way, she searched for her wallet. When she finally found it, she stuffed it in her pocket and took off downstairs, key jingling around on her finger. "I'm leaving! If anyone needs a ride, they'd better book it outside! You all have five minutes!" she shouted through the house. When she was outside, she yelled the same thing to whoever was out there, then made her way over to the van she had bought herself along with a BMW M5. She slipped into the van and turned it on, before making her way back inside.

She smiled at Kimmy as she lifted a napkin and helped wipe off her face. "Alright, honey, it's time to go to preschool," she said, lifting her out of her booster seat. She walked upstairs and set the little girl on the floor of her room, did away with her pajamas and replaced them with a sundress with shorts underneath. She quickly braided her hair, having done this ritual so many times that by the time she was done, she had two minutes to spare. With that down, she led Kimmy downstairs and out the front door, then helped her into the van. She strapped her into her her booster seat then moved to the front of the van, slipped on her sunglasses, and waited for the rest of her siblings to file out and into the car.

Janai

Janai awoke to the sound of Vidia's shouting. She groaned a little, rubbing at her head as a major hangover started to assault her. Her eyes were red from lack of sleep and the drug use from the night before, and when she made her way out of her bed and into her bathroom, she took one look at herself and mutter, "I look like shit."

Making quick work of taming her wild, black and white hair, she pulled on a black tank top, black shorts, black sandals and her black choker. She grabbed her fencing bag and launched from her room, easily taking off down the stairs and tossing back a few pills for her depression and her hangover. She searched through the fridge for a moment before removing a still-warm muffin and some cool orange juice, then took off out the door and tossed her bag into the trunk of the van. She climbed into the van and settled into her normal seat in the back corner, sunglasses in place.

Diane Young

My daughter, Vidia, called for her other siblings so she could take them to wherever they needed to be taken to.
I shook my head, it was as if she didnt understand that we had people for that!
Why did she insist on doing unnecassary work?
Crazy child...

I ran through the hallways of my house, but stopped everytime I passed one of my childrens bedrooms to make sure they were all awake and didnt look like they were raised by animals.
I opened Cecils bedroom door -hopefully it was Cecils room- and rolled my eyes when I saw that my son was still in his pajamas, and was talking to his dog, Matthias, or whatever the mutts name was.
Why couldnt he have real friends? Dogs were so... well, blah. Furry little annoying pests, thats what they were.
I told him to take the dog outside, then ordered him to change into actual clothing, and then after he complained I ignored him and told him that he'd have to change into something more formal in a few hours because guests were coming over.
When Cecil made a rather rude remark, I walked over to his closet and picked out two outfits,
"One for right now so you're not wearing... that." I explained, pointing at what he was currently wearing, "And one for later, so you'll look like you actually care about your appearance. Now, get changed." I said, then left the room.

After that I came to Cassie's room.. or, I think it was her room... I dont know, and I was surprised to see David standing outside the door.
"Dont bother your sister." I snapped, then noticed the plate in his hands, "And for goodness sake, David! You could atleast put that in the kitchen instead of carrying it around!"
Were all my children like this?
I was going to say more, but the sound of crying behind the bedroom door stopped me.
What on earth was wrong now?
I banged my fist on the door, "Stop with the crying!" I shouted, then turned back to David.
"Can you deal with this?" I asked, but didnt wait for an answer, "Actually I dont care if you do or not. People will be coming over in a few hours, and I want everyone in this household to look their best, can you tell your sister that?"
Just as I was about to walk away, I remembered one more thing, "Oh! And once your done, your other sister, Vidia, is running a few errands. If you need to be anywhere.. I dont think you do... but if you do, then I suggest you hurry."

There... now hopefully all of my other kids would be outside with Vidia.

Diane Young

"Mom? Where are you?"
Cassie's voice echoed throughout the house.
I frowned, not really wanted to see what she wanted, but headed in the direction where her voice had come from anyway... thats what mothers were for, right? To listen to their children... though in my case I suppose it would be to sometimes listen to my children whine and complain, or yell at me for no good reasons.
Mostly I just block them out, if they have something to say that I dont want to hear, then I dont listen. Why should I?
They were ungrateful and had no respect for me! Im their mother! Its hard to believe that they treat me the way they do, even after all i've done for them!
Ungrateful was a perfect word that described them.

"What do you want, Cassie? Im busy." I growled when I finally saw my daughter.
I had to finish decorating! I had to get the maids to take the wine out and set the tables, and I had to get the chef (assuming there is one ..?) to prepare the rest of the meals!
What Cassie has to say better be important, or else im just wasting my time.

Elodie

I didnt answer the first question.
Of course Mrs. Young wouldnt be okay when/if she found out, she'd be a bit more than just angry, I knew that much.

"We need to go back inside the house, i'll get some ice for your hand, and then i'll try and set the fingers, okay?"

"Hey, mom, I have something really important to say. I, uh, well I."
Damn it! I thought this was going to be easier. Sure she's my mom but I doubt she'll care. All I have to say is two words.
"I'm just really glad you're back. It's nice to have you here. I've really missed you, but I do appreciate you and dad working so hard to support us. I have a really nice strapless blue dress I can pair with strappy silver platforms and diamond earrings." I say with the sweetest smile a 15 year old girl hiding a pregnancy from her mom can pull off. To top it off I give her a hug.

Diane Young

I'll admit that hearing my daughter say that she had missed me warmed my heart a little bit, but hearing her appreciate all my hard work made my day!
Finally one of my children had some sense!
I mean... obviously I dont do anything for them, that the nannies jobs, but I do work for my family's popularity! That must count for something.
If it werent for me, no one, and I mean no one would know who we were!
Well... there as always my husband, of course, making fabulous business deals around the country, but I was the one who had to make sure that my family never earned a bad name, and to my count im doing an outstanding job!

"Thats wonderful, dear. Make sure you're ready by the time the guests start arriving... oh, and be nice and polite to all of them, alright? Act if you have to, I want everyone to say how well behaved my children are!"

Elodie

Once I was back inside the house, I did my best to set Alexis's fingers back, and for me not being a docter, I think I did a fairly good job.
"... I dont want you dancing on a bad foot." I said suddely, after apologizing countless times because I knew that Alexis's hand must of hurt like hell, and her foot, too... since she hurt that as well.
"I mean... you can go to dance if you want, but try to take it easy, okay? And I hope you dont mind if I take you to the clinic tomorrow, just to make sure you didnt cause any major damage."
The clinic wasnt anything fancy like the Young kids were used to, just a simple building that had a few docter offices and a dentist area on the second floor... plus, it was cheap, and something I could afford to go to.

"Ok. I will be as polite, kind, and respectful as possible." I smile and walk upstairs.
Walking up the stairs I begin to feel nauseous and I make it to the toilet in my bathroom just in time. I'll have to hide this from mom while she's here. I flush the toilet and grab a Febreze. I spray around the toilet but not too much.
I make a mental note to do some pregnancy research. See how long the morning sickness lasts. And I need to find out when I'm gonna start showing. I'm only 5 weeks so it should be after mom leaves. Then, I'll only have to deal with my siblings.
It's a shame my size 3 wardrobe is going to be untouched for 8 months.
I walk back downstairs and outside. I go up to my studio, I'm in the mood for painting.

Up in the art section I put on a smock and get some clay. I turn on the pottery wheel and begin to sculpt a vase. I end with a tall thin vase. I move it to the table and carve little swirls moving up the vase up to the top. I put it in the oven and set the time for 30 minutes. While that starts I get some more clay and go to my table. I begin sculpting lots of little rose petals. From there I mold them together to make a rose. Then I make a stem and attach it to the rose. I put it in my other oven and set the timer for 25 minutes. There's 15 minutes left on the vase. I decide to paint. I get out my acrylic paints and a canvas. I start by painting white on the canvas, then I put some different shades of gray, and some black on it. I use my hands to mix it and get the right shadowing. Then I use black to outline the rose and fill it with red. On the inside of the rose I paint tiny barely visible cracks. The timer goes off, so I wash my hands and get out my vase. I paint it with a white glaze and put it back in the oven to cook. I get back to my rose painting and add shades of red. It adds tone to the rose and the rose pops out against the white, black, and gray background. I put it up to dry. When I get my rose out I paint it with the same glaze, but I use red for the petals, green for the stem. Once it's all done I put the rose in the vase and look at it.
Not bad Cassie

I leave the painting but take the sculpture with me back to the house. Up in my room I place it on my dresser and look at the clock.
Wow, I was there for close to two hours. I should probably get a shower. Mom would kill me if I showed up smelling like paint and clay.

As I'm stepping out of the shower, 'I'm not here for your entertainment, You don't really wanna mess with me tonight' from U + Ur Hand blasts from my phone. In my opinion P!nk is pretty awesome. She lets loose, doesn't care what other people think, and just plain rocks out. Something my mom probably wouldn't allow me to do.
I wrap up my hair in a towel and begin to dry off my body. I spritz some Chanel N°5 on and bring my hair down. I spray a leave-in protector and brush my hair.

Walking out of my bathroom into my room I look at the clock and walk to my closet. Victoria's Secret white lace, strapless blue dress, and silver Vita Jimmy Choo slingbacks. The shoes were a $750 gift from my parents, I forget the occasion.
I get a pair of Chanel Fontaine earrings and matching necklace. I put on red lipstick, like a cherry topping the sundae.
I look in the full-length mirror. My blonde hair is sightly curly and the dress looks amazing with these shoes. I smooth it out and take a deep breath. Beautiful.

You can do this. Just go down and talk to and socialize with mom's "friends" for a couple hours. Not that hard.

Is that crying downstairs?

I walk down and see Kim crying on the rug. Before mom can say anything I get over to Kim and pick her up.
"Sorry 'bout that mom. She must have just been excited to be home and wasn't looking where she was going." I smile and carry Kimmy out and over to the TV room.
I place her on the couch and squat down so I'm eye level with her, which by the way is painful in 4 inch high heels.
"Kimmy be more careful next time. Mom doesn't like it when we cry and complain. She especially hates it when we get in her way." I whisper and kiss her on the forehead. I turn on Curious George on the TV and sit on the couch with her.

Vidia

Vidia sighed and stepped from the car. "I'll be right back," she said to her siblings inside of it. She then made her way back into the house and into the living room, where she heard the sounds of Curious George. Without a word, she made her way over to the TV and flicked it off, crossing her arms and standing in front of it. "Kimmy, you're going to school and that's final. I'm not going to fight with you today. I'm really not in the mood to do the same thing I do every morning with you. So, in conclusion, you. Are. Going. To. School," she snapped, moving over and grabbing her. She picked her up into her arm and started towards the car again, struggling against the squirming child.

Janai

Janai muttered something as Kimmy jumped out of the car. Spoiled brat ... She turned up the volume on her iPod, wishing that David were coming along to her fencing practice to help her spar. She had a match later on that day and really needed the practice, but she wasn't about to ask him to do that, not again, at least, not after he'd already helped her so much.

I watch silently as Vidia drags Kimmy off to daycare. I want to say something, but it's Vidia, so silence is best. Maybe I should stop getting up so early, I get done everything too early. I rode Penny, exhausted my artistic side.
It's only 11. I got dressed way too early, and mom's "friends" probably won't be here until like 4. I'd love to go to the mall, maybe Jess can drive me.

On the way up to my room I bump into Cecil. He's at Marrick's door listening to the stupid ass bird squawking. He makes a remark about Marrick and his imaginary friends; I chuckle.
"Marrick. Imaginary friends? Really? Grow up, you're turning fuckin ten in a couple months." I laugh, "Shoulda been done with this when you were like six."
I tell Cecil I'm going to the mall, then walk into my room.
I slip out of my heels and pull down my dress. I go to my closet-avoiding the full length mirror. I get out dark rinse jean shorts, a white Marlie cropped tee, and flip flops. At my vanity I wash off the red and apply a pale pink matte lipstick.

By the barn I find Jess, one of the nannies. She's not as involved as Elodie, but she drives me places and doesn't try to hang out with me.
"I wanna go to the mall." I demand and stand a little taller, while giving a stern look as if to say, 'You have to do what I say. You're basically my servant and saying no will get you fired from the job you need.'
"Ok. Well I have some stuff I need to finish up, but afterwards I will drive you there." She gives a tight smile.
"No. I want to go now."
"But I-"
"Do I look like I care? Drive me to the damn mall!"
"Ok." She rolls her eyes, which I'm willing to look past.
God do I love having "nannies". I used to listen to them until about 7 years old when I figured out they pretty much had to listen to me.

Out in the garage I find the keys for the red Maserati Granturismo Convertible Sport and toss them to Jess. She starts the engine and backs out the driveway. I turn the radio up and sing along toGives you Hell

I open my bedroom door after Cassie tells me to grow up.
"I don't have imaginary friends!" I insisted, "Those are for babies!"
I turned towards my brother Cecil and glared at him, "Thanks a lot." I growl, "Now she thinks I talk to imaginary people!"

Inside my room, I hear Phil,
"Does Breakfast want breakfast? Shut up! Too bad! Thanks a lot people, imaginary Breakfast!"
I sigh,
"Do pet shops sell muzzles for parrots?"