Chapter 3 – SPOV

I've never really known how to describe myself. I'm not what I think is pretty, in fact if you walked past me on the street there's a good chance you wouldn't look at me twice. But according to Bella, I'm entirely too modest, so, I shall tell you her description which I personally think is too generous.

I will admit I'm tall for my age at 5"8; I was fourteen, with what Bella tells me are 'model looks'. I have blonde hair in natural honey hues, that waves down my back to my elbows and deep sapphire blue eyes. My description goes along the lines of: dirty blonde hair and murky blue eyes. However, if you try telling anyone that they start giving me a lecture about how it's not nice to lie; even if it's about yourself. One care worker once said: 'If you say you're ugly or plain; imagine how insecure the other children will feel, because they're less good looking than you.' She didn't stay around much longer.

Bella in my opinion is so much prettier than me. She's average height for our age, with dark brown hair that frames her pale face and stops just under her shoulders, and the most gorgeous deep chocolaty eyes I've ever seen. But that's enough with descriptions.

"Sana what do you want t be when you grow up?" Bella asked me as we walked back from school, using the nickname I'd been given by my friends.

"I don't know. I'd love to do something in fashion: a model or an editor, or even a fashion buyer," I replied glancing into space.

"What's a fashion buyer?" she questioned.

"Well, it's a person that works with a fashion line, and they're given a sum of money and are sent around the world with a specific clothing item say a skirt to find. Then they look and see if they can find any styles in other cultures that could be big next season and they use their given money to buy some to take back," I answered.

"Savannah, who told you that?"

"Oh, Miss Pooley. She said had she not had a baby she would have become one of those instead of a teacher. Anyway Bells, what do you want to be?" I turned the focus of attention onto her.

"I'm not sure. You see I would love to become an author or a journalist, but I don't really think I'm good enough," she said humbly.

"Isabella Marie, of course you can! I've been reading your stories since we were four and they're absolutely incredible!" I said astounded that she didn't know how good she actually was.

"Sana, I can't be incredible, because credible means believable, and if it's incredible it means it's basically unbelievable," she corrected me.

"Point proven," I said smugly and she gave me a small shove.

By the time we got back we were nearly crying with laughter.

Once we got inside we were thrown into the turmoil that is our life. There was homework to be done, dinner to be made and a table to be set. After we had completed our homework we were assigned the task of taking the babies out in their pushchairs to get them to sleep where they would hopefully stay.

I loved the babies and younger children, but this was not one of my favourite jobs. We took them out alone as we were deemed responsible enough, but the things that were shouted at us as we walked through the park with two prams were not something you wanted to hear often. If there were more children, then some of the boys came too; but considering at the moment we only had two in the house we went out alone.

I won't repeat what was said, but let me just say we cut our walk short. We returned to the smell of food cooking and the sound of plates being put on the table. Dinner was the usual affair, and Jack was slowly becoming used to our routine. He still tended to stick to me, but I wasn't that bothered: children tended to stay close to Bella and me as we were the oldest girls around.

Once we had all cleaned up and been left to go where we pleased I found Jack clinging to my hand and dragging me up the stairs. It was nearly time for his bed, as the youngest of us got put down first. When Bella and I had first heard that phrase we'd thought it had meant something else, but we got reassured that it just meant the same as put to bed.

I grabbed my best friends hand and she too got pulled up the stairs by Jack.

"Jack honey, where are we going?" I asked.

He didn't reply, and Bella and I shared a look as she shrugged her shoulders. We ended up in his bedroom, and he sat on the bed and looked at me expectantly.

"Tell me a story please Savannah," he said looking at me with his big green eyes.

"Bella's a better story teller I can assure you," I told him, but he shook his head.

"I want you please," he said giving me the puppy dog face so I gave in.

"Once upon a time there was a beautiful lady who had a handsome husband. She had long blonde hair and light blue eyes, the colour of the sky on a summer's day," I started.

"Like you then?" Jack interrupted.

"A bit. Now, her husband had curly black hair and dark blue eyes. They were perfectly matched and loved each other dearly. But, there was one thing they didn't have - a child. One marvellous day however, the woman became pregnant and the couple were happier than they'd ever been; they were going to have a baby. When, nine months later the baby came they were overjoyed and named their little girl after the woman's favourite flower: Lily. Sadly, there was an evil witch, and she didn't feel the coupled were allowed to be so happy so one night when they were asleep and baby Lily was in her cot, the witch came in the window and stole the baby, taking her far away and leaving her on a doorstep in another country. The man and woman were distraught and spent the rest of their lives searching for their lost daughter, but sadly she was never found."

I finished my story, and he had tears in his eyes.

"That was so sad," he whispered.

"Shh now, it's time to go to bed Jack, sweet dreams."

I kissed him lightly on the forehead and together Bella and I left. As soon as we were in our room Bella groaned.

"Savannah, it's a dream honey. It's never going to happen or if it does it'll be in the future with you and I know you'd never leave your baby. Your parents must have had a reason, but why would they ever give up the baby if they truly loved you?" she said, and I know she was being nice but I couldn't accept it.

"Bella let me believe it please. Then maybe I will forget one day, when there may be someone who will have us both," I pleaded and she nodded.

That was the one thing I wanted the most. Not a family, not my parents, but for Bella and I to be together if anyone ever did want us.

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