We were almost at my house when Veronica drove through the drive way.
“Shoot. I am literally screwed.”
“Don’t panic.” Said Jenny “I am going to distract her. Can you climb?”
I followed the line of her vision and saw that she was suggesting I climb through the open dining room window.
“God don’t let me break a leg or something vital.” I prayed silently.
Quietly I strode towards the back area of the house while Jenny approached Veronica who was closing her vehicle’s door.
I could hear Jenny chatting with Veronica but I could not hear what she was saying. Whatever it was it wouldn’t entertain Veronica long because her voice rang with annoyance.
Silently praying in my head I moved the beach chair that was in the yard closer to the wall and used it to help me reach the ledge so that I could boost myself up. On my own with my 5ft 3’’ I would not have been able to reach the window ledge because the window was high up. I climbed on the arm of the chair and tried to extend my leg. I was still too short. I stretch my hands and barely, just barely I grabbed the ledge. I was far from athletic and lacked a lot of upper body strength but apparently I didn’t lack too much because I was able to boost myself up on the ledge. As I was about to move closer to the window I missed a fall.
“Oh God, oh God.” “Oh God please help me. Don’t let me die or go into a coma from falling from this ledge.” “The dining room was on ground floor so why the hell was the window so damn high?”
Taking a deep breath I slowly moved closer to the window.
Panting I counted. “One step, two step, three step.”
Finally I reached and all but lower myself and took the jump down. I did it in time because I heard Veronica closing the front door.
“Alissssaa” She shouted.
“Oh shoot. I had to pass by her to get upstairs to my room. She cannot see this dress on me. Thinking fast I ran into the basement hoping there was some rag clothes there. I found a dusty torn robe and quickly removed my dress and rumpled my hair as best as I could and hid the dress and mask.
“ALISSA” she yelled from upstairs.
“I’m in the basement Veronica.”
She stumped down the stairs furious.
“Why the fuck didn’t you answer me? You had me walk all those stairs to just not find you in your room when you were downstairs the whole time?”
“I didn’t hear you veronica “
She looked at me suspicious.
“Why the hell are you wearing makeup and heels?”
“I well. I couldn’t attend the ball because I had to clean the basement so I decided to wear makeup and heels in an attempt to feel better.”
She laughed in enjoyment at my what she hadn’t realized was fake sadness.
“Did you feel better?”
“No” I said faking hurt.
She believed my tale and laughed without any sympathy.
“You look horrible with that torn and beat up dirty robe .You must have encountered a lot of dust and what not.” She said pleased. She was happy to see that I looked miserable in the robe and sad.
“And my dear you would look so much better with a dusty and sweaty face. Remove the makeup. Did you finish clean the basement?”
“Yes Veronica. Spotless” I said with a wave of my hand.
“Good. I expect dinner on the table in 10 minutes and also make something for the twins in case they return from the ball hungry.”
Continuing with my depressed act I went to do her bidding with my head hung low.
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My Life
Teen FictionMeet Alisa Donvan,the girl with the worst life ever. Her mother died in a car accident when she was fourteen. Her dad, five months later gets married to Veronica, the woman he cheated on his decessed wife with. Veronica is very unkind to Alisa and s...
