Miranda ran into her room and slammed the door behind her. She locked it just incase. It wasn't fair anymore.
Miranda loved her parents but they could be really selfish sometimes, they had promised her. They promised her that they would all go out together to a meal. Miranda liked spending time with her parents even though she was coming 16 soon. She very rarely seen her parents so she had been looking forward to this for ages. But of course that would never happen, they are too busy. Funny that how they aren't busy when they go out to a meal together, but they're busy when Miranda wants to go.
She sat in the corner of her room, she could hear her nanny banging on the door, she wanted to yell GO AWAY! but the nanny wouldn't understand her. Her parents didn't actually seem to realize that she is a young woman capable of looking after herself. But it was typical, that they should go away by themselves without her and then she's stuck with a French nanny, one who couldn't speak English. But Miranda didn't find this too bad actually. Even though Miranda could speak French she never let on. She liked the silence sometimes that came with it.
She took a few deep breaths and walked out of the door. She looked at the nanny and looked straight ahead. She went into the kitchen and started to make something to eat. The nanny rushed in and made it for her. She sat it on the table. Miranda sat down and began to eat. Silence. Silence was something that Miranda found very useful. She could just think about things without being interuppted. She just sat and thought about how when she would be a grown woman and have a husband and children of her own she wouldn't do this. She wouldn't always think of herself and be so wrapped up her work to care about her family.
After Miranda had finished she got up and grabbed her coat. The nanny protested but Miranda told her that she wouldn't go far... just to a friend's house. There was one problem with that sentence. Miranda didn't have any friends. She seemed to be unlikeable to other people Miranda couldn't really understand why. She was always polite and well mannerd at the school she was going to... boarding school. A typical day at school Miranda would stay in focus with her work. She found it the only way to block out things that were bothering her. Because of this Miranda was very smart. She was smarter than most people acutally.
Not only was she book smart. But street smart as well. She didn't get out much, it was true but at the weekends, if she was permitted to go home, she would walk about just like this taking everything in. She had a wonderful sense to other people and could make out what they were feeling without really trying.
She understood other people. But unfortunately, they didn't seem to understand her. Maybe it was because she was so sensitive to other people, maybe it was just because people didn't like her. Miranda was still thinking about these things when she had gotten back home and went to her bed. She had dismissed the nanny, telling her that she was no longer needed in this household and that she was free to go home or wherever she needed to go.
Please tell me what you think of this should I keep going? I tried this after watching The Devil Wears Prada about 100 times. Thank you for reading! :)