by (In no particular order, might I add.)
"Mama! I want that one!" Lucelia insisted, tugging at her mother's arm and pointing towards a Golden Labrador.
"I know, but it's not just about you, dear," Safia said exasperatedly, rubbing her temples. Lucelia pouted and crossed her arms.
"Mama!" she begged, running over to where the little Lab was sitting. "She's pretty though!" How on earth Lucy had managed to figure out it was a she was anyone's guess. But she was right.
"Luce, please," Jasper asked, crouching down to their daughter's level. "We can't just get any dog, it has to please the whole family you know."
"But papa! Looksie!" she said excitedly, jumping up and down. "She's so pretty! We can call her Alicia, and she can be our little puppy! Please please please please pleeeeeease?!" Lucy begged.
Sharing a glance, Jasper and Safia knew their daughter's pleading wouldn't halt. Her mother turned to the woman and asked the question
"How much?"
Eyes stinging with tears, Lucelia ran from the room and slammed the door shut. She sprinted up stairs and into her bedroom, where she fell down onto her bed and threw her head onto her arms. She was sick of it all! Sick, sick, sick! Sick of her parents telling her what to do, and what not to do. Sick of people telling her that her sister was 'weird'. Sick of being told to give up on her dreams. SICK.
Poor little Lucy spent about an hour of sobbing her eyes out, getting mascara up her arms and on her pillow. She didn't even care, she wouldn't be the one washing it all. That would be her mother. Who always did everything for her, apparently, and who always only wanted the best for her.
Ugh.
After just having finished her first year of college, she'd thought maybe her parents might be even slightly proud of her. Apparently not... And maybe having landed a place in a musical in London, she thought they might have some support.
Not sit there are tell her to get a 'practical' career to stop her getting 'hurt'. Lucy had found that particularly offensive. What were they getting at!? Did they think she didn't take criticism well or something? Ha, that was funny. She always took it well. It was part of being a performer, learning to take things on board.
HOW DARE THEY SAY IT!?
Sobbing some more, she didn't notice the door opening, and her little sister step inside. It wasn't until she sniffled and felt a hand on her shoulder that she looked up, and smiled weakly.
The two girls didn't say a word to one another, but sat communicating through their eyes. Lucelia's red, puffy and tear-stained face fell onto her sister's shoulder. She tried to choke out something, but was silenced by a hand in her hair.
Lucy smiled weakly. Even if the rest of her family weren't there for her, she knew she had her sister.
12th May 2064
"Mama! I want that one!" Lucelia insisted, tugging at her mother's arm and pointing towards a Golden Labrador.
"I know, but it's not just about you, dear," Safia said exasperatedly, rubbing her temples. Lucelia pouted and crossed her arms.
"Mama!" she begged, running over to where the little Lab was sitting. "She's pretty though!" How on earth Lucy had managed to figure out it was a she was anyone's guess. But she was right.
"Luce, please," Jasper asked, crouching down to their daughter's level. "We can't just get any dog, it has to please the whole family you know."
"But papa! Looksie!" she said excitedly, jumping up and down. "She's so pretty! We can call her Alicia, and she can be our little puppy! Please please please please pleeeeeease?!" Lucy begged.
Sharing a glance, Jasper and Safia knew their daughter's pleading wouldn't halt. Her mother turned to the woman and asked the question
"How much?"
***
17th August 2057
Eyes stinging with tears, Lucelia ran from the room and slammed the door shut. She sprinted up stairs and into her bedroom, where she fell down onto her bed and threw her head onto her arms. She was sick of it all! Sick, sick, sick! Sick of her parents telling her what to do, and what not to do. Sick of people telling her that her sister was 'weird'. Sick of being told to give up on her dreams. SICK.
Poor little Lucy spent about an hour of sobbing her eyes out, getting mascara up her arms and on her pillow. She didn't even care, she wouldn't be the one washing it all. That would be her mother. Who always did everything for her, apparently, and who always only wanted the best for her.
Ugh.
After just having finished her first year of college, she'd thought maybe her parents might be even slightly proud of her. Apparently not... And maybe having landed a place in a musical in London, she thought they might have some support.
Not sit there are tell her to get a 'practical' career to stop her getting 'hurt'. Lucy had found that particularly offensive. What were they getting at!? Did they think she didn't take criticism well or something? Ha, that was funny. She always took it well. It was part of being a performer, learning to take things on board.
HOW DARE THEY SAY IT!?
Sobbing some more, she didn't notice the door opening, and her little sister step inside. It wasn't until she sniffled and felt a hand on her shoulder that she looked up, and smiled weakly.
The two girls didn't say a word to one another, but sat communicating through their eyes. Lucelia's red, puffy and tear-stained face fell onto her sister's shoulder. She tried to choke out something, but was silenced by a hand in her hair.
Lucy smiled weakly. Even if the rest of her family weren't there for her, she knew she had her sister.
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