1 Oh Boo-hoo
2 Now I know what you're thinking, 'Oh no, poor little rich girl,' but its not like that. That was all a couple of years ago. I haven't tried to off myself since then. I've been a good little girl. My mom doesn't see it that way though. She only sees the bad stuff. I remember one time the cops brought me home for being intoxicated, and she just went psycho. The poised Constance Morlet was suddenly red with furry, (this was of course after the cops left) her nostrils actually flared. At first it was just the usual stuff, I'm a disgrace, I'm an evil child, but then she said something that made my blood run cold, she said that I was just as bad as my father. I remember that it was that comment that ruined my buzz. I looked at her and was about to scream all the mean words that I could think of, just to hurt her as she had so often hurt me, but the words never left my mouth because she had slapped me. Tears had sprung up to my eyes as I looked at her. My mother had never slapped me or intentionally hurt me, not in a physical way at least.
3 "I want you to go to your room and stay up there until I say you can come back down, I'll excuse you from school tomorrow. The last think I need is for everyone to see you stumble around with a hangover. Now go up to your room."
4 I had decided it would probably be a good idea to just do what she said. I had never seen my mom this mad before. I went upstairs to my room and fell asleep.
5 The next day I woke up with a terrible headache. After puking my brains out I went downstairs to get some tea. At first I thought Mom wasn't home but as I was making my tea I heard voices coming from the study. I crept towards the wall that separated the kitchen from the study. At first I didn't hear anything but then I suddenly heard the somewhat muffled, yet rather distinctive voice of my grandmother.
5.1 "Constance you need to stop being so hard on the child. The reason she acts this way is because she is hurting inside, she hasn't been well since the death of her father. The only thing your screaming will accomplish is to drive her farther away from you. Is that what you want Constance, is it?" Grandmother asked with a defeated tone in her voice.
"What I want, Mother, is a good child, a child who doesn't constantly try to embarrass me. But I don't know if I'll ever have that with Emaleth. She is sullen and spiteful, why else would she act so rebellious? Can't you see? She is doing this to get back at me for God knows what!" mother said in a desperate voice.
"Constance, have you ever stopped to think that maybe this isn't all about you? Emaleth suffered a great trauma when her father died. For God's sake, she tried to kill herself, she al--"
My mother immediately whispered something I couldn't quite make out. "You call it what you will Mother, but she is an ungrateful brat."
"For your own sake, and for your daughter's sake I hope you learn the error of your ways before they become too much for you to handle, and what of Vincent? He is coming today, have you even told Emaleth yet?" Grandmother said
"I didn't feel the need. I was going to tell her yesterday, but she came home too drunk to make out a clear sentence." Mother said. "Well then, I'd better go tell her the news, besides she has slept in long enough."
I could hear them getting up and panic ran through me. I dashed up the back stair way and just hoped I could make it to my room without them knowing I had already been out and about. I ran into my room and threw myself under the covers. I tried to slow my breathing as I heard them approaching my bedroom. My mother gave a brief knock then entered my room.
"Rise and shine, out of bed and down in the sitting room in five minutes," she said with a look of disapproval. She closed the door, and I waited till I could no longer hear the click of her heels on the floorboards till I got out of bed.
I got dressed as fast as I could, but decided to slow down a bit after falling over trying to get my jeans on. When I came downstairs my mother and Grandmother were waiting for me. I took a seat on the couch and looked expectantly at my mother then my grandmother.
"Emaleth, the reason I called you down here is to tell you about your uncle Harold. He died yesterday in a car accident. As you know he was married to your late Aunt Elizabeth. His son, Vincent, is going to come live with us. Now even though Vincent is not blood related, your grandmother and I are the only family he has, so please make him feel welcome," Mother said, then stood up having finished her little speech.
I just sat there in a state of shock. I knew very little of Vincent, and we had never meet. It was sort of sad, really. Mom and Aunt Elizabeth had had a falling out shortly after Aunt Elizabeth had married a divorced man with a son named Vincent. Aunt Elizabeth had died about two months after Father's death and it had been pretty hard on Mom. It always seemed strange to me that I had never met Vincent or Harold. I didn't go to Aunt Elizabeth's funeral due to my father's death and the depression that followed.
"Is anything wrong child? You look a little pale," my grandmother asked giving me worried look.
"Its nothing," I said rather curtly, and even though I didn't want to show it I was pretty curious about Vincent. "Grandma, what do you know about this Vincent guy?"
"Well," she said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, "You two are a lot alike. You're both moody, sullen, and a tad bit introverted. I think the two of you will be good for each other. You can't help but interact, and you both have suffered a terrible loss, you both lost a father, and the poor dear also lost his stepmother. God only knows where his real mother is!"
Grandma stood and gave me a reassuring smile before leaving the room. I sat alone for a while mulling everything over. It would be pretty cool to have someone around besides my mother and grandmother. I went upstairs and got ready for the day.
2 Now I know what you're thinking, 'Oh no, poor little rich girl,' but its not like that. That was all a couple of years ago. I haven't tried to off myself since then. I've been a good little girl. My mom doesn't see it that way though. She only sees the bad stuff. I remember one time the cops brought me home for being intoxicated, and she just went psycho. The poised Constance Morlet was suddenly red with furry, (this was of course after the cops left) her nostrils actually flared. At first it was just the usual stuff, I'm a disgrace, I'm an evil child, but then she said something that made my blood run cold, she said that I was just as bad as my father. I remember that it was that comment that ruined my buzz. I looked at her and was about to scream all the mean words that I could think of, just to hurt her as she had so often hurt me, but the words never left my mouth because she had slapped me. Tears had sprung up to my eyes as I looked at her. My mother had never slapped me or intentionally hurt me, not in a physical way at least.
3 "I want you to go to your room and stay up there until I say you can come back down, I'll excuse you from school tomorrow. The last think I need is for everyone to see you stumble around with a hangover. Now go up to your room."
4 I had decided it would probably be a good idea to just do what she said. I had never seen my mom this mad before. I went upstairs to my room and fell asleep.
5 The next day I woke up with a terrible headache. After puking my brains out I went downstairs to get some tea. At first I thought Mom wasn't home but as I was making my tea I heard voices coming from the study. I crept towards the wall that separated the kitchen from the study. At first I didn't hear anything but then I suddenly heard the somewhat muffled, yet rather distinctive voice of my grandmother.
5.1 "Constance you need to stop being so hard on the child. The reason she acts this way is because she is hurting inside, she hasn't been well since the death of her father. The only thing your screaming will accomplish is to drive her farther away from you. Is that what you want Constance, is it?" Grandmother asked with a defeated tone in her voice.
"What I want, Mother, is a good child, a child who doesn't constantly try to embarrass me. But I don't know if I'll ever have that with Emaleth. She is sullen and spiteful, why else would she act so rebellious? Can't you see? She is doing this to get back at me for God knows what!" mother said in a desperate voice.
"Constance, have you ever stopped to think that maybe this isn't all about you? Emaleth suffered a great trauma when her father died. For God's sake, she tried to kill herself, she al--"
My mother immediately whispered something I couldn't quite make out. "You call it what you will Mother, but she is an ungrateful brat."
"For your own sake, and for your daughter's sake I hope you learn the error of your ways before they become too much for you to handle, and what of Vincent? He is coming today, have you even told Emaleth yet?" Grandmother said
"I didn't feel the need. I was going to tell her yesterday, but she came home too drunk to make out a clear sentence." Mother said. "Well then, I'd better go tell her the news, besides she has slept in long enough."
I could hear them getting up and panic ran through me. I dashed up the back stair way and just hoped I could make it to my room without them knowing I had already been out and about. I ran into my room and threw myself under the covers. I tried to slow my breathing as I heard them approaching my bedroom. My mother gave a brief knock then entered my room.
"Rise and shine, out of bed and down in the sitting room in five minutes," she said with a look of disapproval. She closed the door, and I waited till I could no longer hear the click of her heels on the floorboards till I got out of bed.
I got dressed as fast as I could, but decided to slow down a bit after falling over trying to get my jeans on. When I came downstairs my mother and Grandmother were waiting for me. I took a seat on the couch and looked expectantly at my mother then my grandmother.
"Emaleth, the reason I called you down here is to tell you about your uncle Harold. He died yesterday in a car accident. As you know he was married to your late Aunt Elizabeth. His son, Vincent, is going to come live with us. Now even though Vincent is not blood related, your grandmother and I are the only family he has, so please make him feel welcome," Mother said, then stood up having finished her little speech.
I just sat there in a state of shock. I knew very little of Vincent, and we had never meet. It was sort of sad, really. Mom and Aunt Elizabeth had had a falling out shortly after Aunt Elizabeth had married a divorced man with a son named Vincent. Aunt Elizabeth had died about two months after Father's death and it had been pretty hard on Mom. It always seemed strange to me that I had never met Vincent or Harold. I didn't go to Aunt Elizabeth's funeral due to my father's death and the depression that followed.
"Is anything wrong child? You look a little pale," my grandmother asked giving me worried look.
"Its nothing," I said rather curtly, and even though I didn't want to show it I was pretty curious about Vincent. "Grandma, what do you know about this Vincent guy?"
"Well," she said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, "You two are a lot alike. You're both moody, sullen, and a tad bit introverted. I think the two of you will be good for each other. You can't help but interact, and you both have suffered a terrible loss, you both lost a father, and the poor dear also lost his stepmother. God only knows where his real mother is!"
Grandma stood and gave me a reassuring smile before leaving the room. I sat alone for a while mulling everything over. It would be pretty cool to have someone around besides my mother and grandmother. I went upstairs and got ready for the day.