Living the Dream

 

I was sitting in the living room again on an armchair with a bowl of cereal on my lap. I was still in my pyjamas but the rest of the girls were up and ready for all of their Saturday morning jobs.

"Sadie, we'll be back at around four!" called Jennie, who was putting on her jacket. "I hate to leave you on your own, but we all really have to go!"

"It's fine, I will...." and I was interrupted by an enormous sneeze from Leah,  then Bella yelling about having lost her handbag, and Vicky roaring with laughter at them both. I watched Charlie try to to drag Jaz out of bed, as well as applying some more black eye liner. I laughed. It was good to be back with the girls. My best friends.

They all eventually got out, and after Poppy shyly came and said goodbye to me, and Bella dashing back in to get her keys, it was all quiet. 

I sighed and closed my eyes. I thought about all of the teenagers in that flat. We had been friends since nursery, but it was in high school where we really bonded and formed our little gang. We all had our best friends, Charlie and Jaz, Leah and Bella, Vicky and Poppy, and Jennie and I. But we were all together and were insepreable throughout high school. We did everything together. But when we left school, it changed. They got this flat together. And I couldn't join them. Only Jennie knows why. I'm going to have to tell them though. Today.

That morning I tidied the whole flat up. I hoovered, dusted, washed, ironed, folded, polished, and . I had a nap too, and woke up refreshed. I was just finishing making vegetable lasagne for dinner, big enough for all eight of us, when all the girls came home from their work. They all trooped into the living room and grabbed a seat each. I took a deep breath.

"Ok, well you all know how we've been best friends for ages," I began, "and you all know that I've obviously not been living here. Well, now the time has come. I want to move in with you all."

The girls sitting around me cheered. I smiled at them all. Thank goodness they didn't hold any grudges. 

"I want you to come, but why do you want to give up your other life?" asked Vicky. "Because, if you do live with us from now on, you can't really do your modelling and all that as well!"

I sighed. She was right. But I wasn't happy anymore. I had loved being a model. My dad had been very high up in the modelling industry, and I was his favourite. He loved me to pieces and I was always getting the best photo shoots and catwalks. I had been in magazines and catalogues and posters since I was a baby. I was waxed and plucked and made up until I looked beautiful. And I wasn't one of those horribly skinny size zero models, I did have curves at size four. I mean, what girl wouldn't like that? Sure, I had to forfeit some things, like chocolate and cakes, and I was under constant surveillance from my mother and father, but I didn't mind. I hadn't known any other way of living. 

But when my dad had died of leukemia four years ago, I had been shoved to the side. He had made sure I would still have my fortune to inherit, the manor I shared with my mum, and I would still be a model. But even he couldn't make the guy that had took his place, like me. So I was forgotten, replaced by the new girl. I started to hate the fact I couldn't go anywhere without reporters and journalists following me. I hated that I couldn't eat like my friends. I hated that it wasn't like it used to be. 

My mum was always lovely, a make-up designer in my dad's company, but we weren't as close as my dad and I. The only thing about us was that we were absolutely identical. The same long, wavy natural blonde hair, the same blue and black eyes, the same curvy figure. And then she took up alcohol and smoking once her husband died. She spent hundreds of pounds to support her addiction, and gradually, me and her began to see each other less and less. In a huge house filled with maids and chefs and assistants, that wasn't hard. 

Once high school was over, I tried to get my life sorted. But my mum wouldn't give me the money to go to University, or get a driver's license. What girl of nineteen can't drive? Then my mum started to come up to my room at night, drunk and stinking of smoke, and would chatter on endessly. Each night I got terrified of her horrible gibbering, so I would hide. But each night she would find me, and slap me and hit me for "being a naughty girl that hides from her mummy".  So last night, I packed my bags and ran.

"Erm, Sadie?" Poppy's gentle voice snapped me out of my train of thoughts. "What about your modelling?" 

I looked at her. I looked round at all my best friends. And I couldn't tell them about Mum. No way.

"I'm going to stop it. I wasn't going to be a model all my life anyway. I need to get a job, and... well, my mum and I aren't really getting on. We agreed this is what we needed." I looked at Jennie. She was the only one that knew about the problems I've had with my mum, but being the great friend she was, she kept her mouth shut. 

"Ok, then that's great! I can't wait! We need to have a celebration! Let's make it last all night!" cried Jaz. I laughed, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was going to be all right, I thought to myself. It's going to be all right.

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