My Prince Charming NOT!

1.Hair in a Bun.

Check.

2.Denim Jacket.

Check.

3.Noisy Bracelets

Check.

I peeked out of the window and saw Dad waiting at our front door. He was early since Mom had left a few miss calls.

I screamed “DAD” in an over excited voice as I opened the door crushed him in a hug to let him know that it was me in fact who was opening the door.

The house staff weren’t leaving until the next half an hour,which meant I still had about that much of ‘me’ time.

“Where is your mother?” Dad asked.

“She’s gone shopping.” I lied.

All the house staff were almost gone; time to change character.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an empty shopping bag, put all the milk products and veggies from the fridge into the shopping bag.

After that I headed to the bathroom and changed into mom’s clothes, got rid of my stupid bracelets and put my hair in a low ponytail.

When I was done I looked at the mirror and mourned over how much I looked like mom. Big brown eyes, Chubby Cheeks and a body that somehow never became fat. The only difference between us was that I had raven black hair whereas she beautiful red locks.

With the grocery bag in hand I sneaked out of the back door and rang the doorbell of my house.

My life had become a complicated mess in the last five years and there was absolutely no one who could help me out of it.