Wish Upon A Star
"Suck in more, Breeanne. Hold your breath." A sharp intake of air followed by a pained cry sounded from Breeanne Withers lips as she struggled to fit her mothers standards.
"Your never going to get anywhere in life being this size with such a negative attitude." Her mother lightly scolded, pulling the blue strings that laced up her daughters flowing blue sundress.
"This size?" Breeanne huffed angrily, "You make it sound like I'm fat. Couldn't you just think before you spoke, mother?" Shaking her head she gazed down at her perfectly slender mid-drift, breathing in a shaky sigh, would she ever be what her mother wanted her to be? She felt like such a failure, always being told to stop eating the skin on the chicken, to stop munching on pieces of bread. Weight was a large portion of what her mother considered perfection. She needed to be perfect.
"Heavens me, Breeanne, watch your words. I would have imagined I brought you up with better manners and discipline then what you seem to be showing your father and I lately. My dear, you have no right putting words in my mouth, let alone telling me how to speak. Look at yourself." Mrs. Withers cried out in fury, Breanne listened silently as her mother turned quickly on one heel and trotted down the stairs. Her high-heeled boots making a soft sound on the wooden floor. Once out of earshot Breeanne uttered a few words that had anyone heard she would be simply punished for. But she wouldn't let anything bring her spirits down tonight, not even her mother's fiery words that burned holes in her pride, no not tonight. Because tonight was the night that Breeanne would finally be able to see the cabaret that the whole city of Manhattan seemed to be busy gossiping about lately. With a final gawk and a roll of her eyes in the mirror, Breeanne grabbed her matching blue hat and dashed down the stairs, dancing her way through the front hall she noticed that her parents were nowhere to be found.
"They're out in the carriage, ma'am. Waiting your arrival I suppose." Breeanne's butler opened the back door leading to the driveway and bowed at her service.
"Thank you, Charles." She muttered in her most proper English and trotted down the front steps to the car, catching a hurried glance at the stars in the cloudless summer night. Picking out the first star her eyes landed upon, she made a simple wish. A wish that seemed as though with her luck would never come true. It was a wish to leave this hell that her parents dubbed her life.
[A/N: never fear, the Newsies will be in the next chapter, heh .. so R&R pleasee :P ]