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Sleeping Not So Beauitiful part 1
Sleeping Not So Beautiful
Okay. So my grandma always said I would be a sleeping beauty some day and all I would have do was fall asleep and my Prince Charming will come along and wake me up. I always said she was crazy, because I snore. She was also convinced that there were still princes, princesses and castles, but I was convinced she didn’t realize we were living in the 21st century. Sorry. I should introduce myself. I’m Alia. As I said my grandma has decided on my future. Grrrr!
All I wanted was a normal parent that didn’t make me want to throw a fit. It was always a hope of mine to run away or something, anything to get away from my lunatic grandma. One day I was listening to her talking about my future. I blurted out that I wanted a new parent. She was all:
“You will regret that. Your new parent will buy you a Smartphone and when you buy the hundredth app, you will fall into a deep sleep and will not wake until a young man comes and figures out your pass code. Be warned.”
And then she was all “sure” and brought me to a woman looking for a wonderful girl like me. It was almost scary how they had planned it out. I was so glad to get away from my grandma I didn’t think about that. And then, how could I? My new mother promised me everything I’ve always wanted. Well, almost everything. I had told her not to buy me a Smartphone. But that was all. Instead of a smart phone, she bought me an iPod touch and a regular flip phone. It was still tacky though, and I never showed it in front of my friends.
Not that I had any friends, though. My only friends were my Beanie Babies. My grandma insisted on me taking them. She was sure that my prince would like frogs and bears. Crazy old bat! I have to admit though, I love my Beanies. It took me a long time to settle in to my new home. Maybe not as long as you would think, I mean, I didn’t know anything about moving and stuff, but from the books I’ve read they are all “Oh it took me so long to get used to my new home. I kept remembering my old house sniffle, sniffle” and stuff like that.
Oh well. At least I got away from my grandma. My new mom doesn’t think that there are still princes, princesses and castles. That is a big improvement. A few months ago I would have given anything for this, but now that I have it I’m not sure I like it, however crazy that may sound.
“Alia honey, are you okay?” My foster mom asked, concerned. “You’re really quiet.” It was the tenth day in my new home. It was great.
“I’m fine mom.” I replied. “Moving just takes a while to get used to.”
“I know what you mean” she said wistfully. Oh no! Not her too! I couldn’t stand two parents that were dreamers. But then she snaps out of it. I heave a sigh of relief.
“Did you save room for dessert?” she asks.
“Of course”, I almost scream. I had just discovered chocolate, and didn’t want to forget it soon. My grandma had never let me eat chocolate. She says it was bad for the complexion and I would get too chubby. So what? I have never had a bad complexion or been chubby. In my life. Like ever. I pushed the thought out of my mind as my new mother Camilla brought me a huge Hershey’s chocolate bar and a jar of peanut butter.
“Happy eating” Camilla says with a smile.
Five minutes later, the chocolate is all gone and I have a stomach ache. I still needed to get used to proportions.
I go upstairs and lie down in my new bedroom, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars I put up the first day I arrived. It felt more like home than my other house had ever.
Look for part 2!
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My name is Rachel. I am ten yeas old and in fifth grade at Nettleton. I have four chickens as pets and love to play soccer.
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