Lullaby
"Char-o-lett is Daddy's li-ttle girl!" Frank taunted
childishly, though we were both in the seventh grade.
"And Fu-ra-ank Neal has his zip-per down!" I replied, then
Frank reddened, and pulled his zipper up as all of his friends laughed hysterically.
"If you weren't a girl I'd hit you ... " Frank said
through his teeth
"Try it, find out what happens!" I threatened. Frank
cowered, which just made his friends laugh even more.
I sat back in my seat tired of their stupid remarks; I was pretty,
no doubt, with spiraling copper hair, highlighted with honey blonde, huge dark
blue eyes, and ivory skin. I guess people just don't like me because I'm
different, that threatens them. I do have one friend, Jeannie Halloway, who is
ridiculed for her height, she looks more like an eight year old than a thirteen
year old, and I am the only one who ever defends her.
Friends are never allowed at my house, and have never been before,
because my mother thinks that children shouldn't have visitors, and my father
just agrees with everything she says anyway, so it doesn't matter.
My father is a well-known businessman, whom is respected and even
honored, despite his foolery. I've caught him taking more money than he ought
to from his clients, but every time he sees me later pulls me aside, and says
that it wasn't bad what he was doing, they would never miss the money.
Sometimes he would sing me an old lullaby that he had made for me when I was no
older that two years old;
Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte
I'll Sing You a Lullaby
Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte
Please Don't Cry
Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte
I Will Never Tell You a Lie
Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte
'Till the Day I Shall Die...
I hadn't realized that I had been softly singing the words until I
realized Jeannie was looking at me strangely.
"Charlotte, it's your stop."
"Oh ... sorry" I said groping for my books.
I then got off the bus, and sighed for I was returning to the
house of lies once again...