Sassy fiction

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Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General)

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two years ago, I creep towards the door hoping Father and his wife weren't paying enough attention and don't realize I'm coming to eavesdrop on them. Father won't mind. He doesn't keep secrets from me, but my stepmother is another story. She hates me, and I'm not sure why. Somewhere in the depths of our manor home, my step sisters are laughing. They're probably mocking one of the servants again. I wish I wouldn't do that. None of them deserve it. But nothing will convince Denise and Rebecca. It's wrong. No matter how hard I've tried, I think it's time to send her away. My stepmother says no father answers instantly. 16 is too young. She should be here with her family for longer. You're impossible, Richard. She's not a child anymore. If you want to make her a good marriage than she has to be educated, I don't want to send l away. He protests. I press myself against the wall after checking over my shoulder to make sure no one is coming down the corridor. I'm not sure what will happen if I'm found lurking here. You don't have to be the one to tell her. My stepmother replies. I can do that for you. She'll be better off with people her own age. I purse my lips, don't touch harming daughters, Countess people my own age. Not that I particularly want to spend any time with Um, in fact, if it didn't mean I'll have to leave my father that I may have gladly gone simply to be away from them, their cruel and spiteful and will do anything to keep other people down. Well, I'm certain it's mostly about them trying to impress their mother. Father is silent for longer than I want him to be, just like the other arguments they've had. I know she'll win. She knows exactly what buttons to press to get him to do what she wants, and there's nothing I can do about it. Hey, size fine, but I'll be the one to tell her. Can you call for her? I'll do it now. The rustle of skirts is the first indication she's coming this way. My eyes widen and I scamper off down the corridor. There's a reading room, a couple of doors down. I can pretend have been there the entire time I turn into the room. Grateful it's empty that I shouldn't be surprised. My step sister's don't understand the joy of reading a good book. I wish they did. I'd love to spend more time with people my age.