My new nanny squeezed my hand
tightly pulling me along behind her. My short four-year-old legs
couldn't keep up with her long sweeping strides, but she didn't
seem to care. My mother and father walked in front of us. Her
dark black hair was pulled harshly off her face without a single
strand out of place. Her long tan coat, lined with real fur was
just short of the ground thanks to her thin, high heels. His
blond hair was slicked back professionally and he wore an
expensive suit. I'd been forced into a mini version of his suit
and the hard, heavy shoes hurt my feet.
"Hurry up Stephen," growled my nanny
impatiently. She wore some rejects of my mothers that probably
cost more then her entire weeks wage.
"Yes miss," I mumbled starting to
jog to keep up. Finally the smooth footpath opened up into a
large car park that was in front of the cities biggest cathedral.
It looked tall enough to touch the sky and the colourful windows
shone in the morning light. The other churchgoers all wore
clothes that gave the appearance of wealth while still being
comfortable. They all gave my family sidelong glances and I heard
the usual wishful sighs as I was hurried past them.
All accept a young couple. They wore
jeans and comfortable tops. Her hair was pulled back into a loose
ponytail with a few stray strands framing her heart shaped face.
His was long and messy, falling into his dark green eyes. The
woman held a young girl in her arms. The girl's curly brown hair
was wild atop her head and her pink baby lips were parted as she
giggled. She wore a cute floral dress and small, soft looking
sandals. As I was rushed past them I sighed wishfully.
If only my mummy and daddy would
play with me and not always leave me with the nannies. If only
daddy didn't have to go on trips so much and mummy didn't go
shopping all the time. If only they ate a meal with me or asked
me about my day like all the parents on the T.V shows.
We were of cause early for mass and
got good seats the second row back from the front. Mummy and
daddy didn't really believe in what the man at the front said.
They said it was appearances that they dragged me along every
Sunday. That's why we never sat in the front row, in case someone
guessed. I sat at the end of the pew, swinging my legs because
they were too short to touch the ground. My nanny sat next to me
discreetly txting someone on her phone.
I watched with large hazel eyes as
the young family I'd seen outside walked in and sat in front of
us. I'd only started to see this family a couple of weeks back,
so I guessed they were new, but I wouldn't know. Mummy and daddy
refused to talk with them. I don't know why but they thought the
mummy was disgraceful and the daddy should no better. The little
girl sat in front of me. Her legs barely hung of the pew at
I leaned back into the wooden seat
as the mass started. I entertained myself by trying to find
patterns in the stone floor. I looked up when I heard a sweet
giggle coming from in front of me. The little girl was standing
on the pew looking at me with big green eyes. I smiled back at
her. She giggled again before crouching down behind the back of
the seat so that I couldn't see her. I frowned wondering what she
was doing. Then she popped back up again, smiling.
"Peep-ba-boo," she sang out. I
looked at her parents, expecting them to tell her off. But her
mummy just smiled down at her before turning her attention back
to the large man who was talking. I turned back to the girl who
then repeated her actions. I started to giggle along with her.
This whole thing of playing at church was unknown to me. I
decided to ignore the annoyed looks from my parents and enjoyed
After mass the family and little
girl left to go outside. My mummy and daddy stayed back to talk
to the other mean looking people. They did this every time and I
new all I had to do was stand they silently and smile when the
said my name.
"I mean do they have any control
over the wild girl," one woman commented in a high-pitched
"I know, she was distracting my
little Stephen." Cue smile. "And they did nothing," mummy replied
in an annoyed voice.
"That's what you get when teenagers
think they can be parents," huffed the high-pitched woman. "Those
poor parents, they're probably so ashamed."
"I know, I would just die if my
little Stephen got someone pregnant, even though he would never
do such a thing till marriage," mummy added.
"I know, I would be so ashamed if
some hooligan got my little Penelope pregnant," high-pitched
"That would be terrible," agreed
mummy. Both women then turned to look at the young three-year-old
standing by the high-pitched woman's leg. Her curly blonde hair
was held back neatly by a flower headband, she looked up at mummy
with big blue eyes smiling.
"Listen we must be off, we're going
to Hawaii for the week and don't want to miss our plane,"
informed the high-pitched woman.
"Oh really, well have a wonderful
trip," mummy said. They then pretended to kiss each other's
cheeks like they always did as they said goodbye. Once they
high-pitched woman, her husband and Penelope left my mummy turned
to my daddy eyebrows raised. "Hawaii, why don't they just shove
money in peoples faces. Don't they understand they subtleties of
being rich at all," mummy huffed.
"Not nearly as well as you darling,"
daddy replied smoothly.
"Well of cause,' answered mummy. "Oh
is that Michelle, I must talk to her about Danielle's party last
week, hurry." With that my nanny had a vice grip on my hand again
and was pulling me after my parents. Is tumbled after her down
"Listen sweetie," the nanny said
kneeling down in front of me and squeezing both my hands in her
own. "You just stay around here and out of trouble while nanny
goes and talks to that fine looking man over there." I just
nodded, used to being left along after church. I stood watching
the smiling couples and families walk to their cars. I looked
around at the tall steel and glass buildings that surrounded the
grey stoned church. It was really strange such different
buildings so close to each other. I was not looking forward to
the long car drive out of the city to my other house in the
country. It sucked being so close to open land, great climbing
trees and puddles of mud and forced to stay inside.
I sat down on the step and noticed
that the little girl from the pew in front was still here. She
was wandering off from where her mummy and daddy stood talking to
another man and lady. She had a thumb in her mouth as she walked
towards me. Her eyes wide and taking everything in. when she was
about a metre away from me she tripped over her own legs and fell
to the ground. She put her arms out and grazed her palms on the
She sat back and looked at her
bleeding hands. Her face screwed up and she opened her moth to
cry. I ran forward to help her up. She stopped crying when I took
her little hands in mine.
"Wou okay?" I asked. She shook her
head and pushed her hands closer to my face. On all the shows on
T.V when the little kid got hurt the mummy or daddy kissed it
better. No one had ever done it to me but it seemed to work. I
leaned forward and kissed both her palms making a 'mwah' sound
like the people from the shows.
"Tank-wou," she whispered giving me
a shy smile.
"Aww that is so cute." I heard
someone squeal. I looked up to see the little girls mummy
standing next to hours, her hands clasped in front of her face,
"What's your name little guy?" she
asked crouching down next to me. My gaze flickered to where my
parents stood pretending to laugh, then back to the kind
"Stephen," I answered.
"Well hello Stephen, I'm Amanda,"
Amanda replied putting her hand forward. I'd seen people do this
to daddy all the time so I put my hand in hers and shook it up
"That's a nice strong hand shake you
got their Stephen," she complimented. "Now Stephen this is my
daughter Riana," Amanda told me pointing to the little
"Riana," the little girl
"Stephen," I told her. She smiled.
Suddenly a cold hand clasped my shoulder tightly.
"I thought I told you to stay put
Stephen." I heard the nanny say behind me.
"Sorry nanny," I apologized.
"Nice to meet you Stephen but I
guess it's time for us both to go, uh?" Amanda said smiling at me
before giving my nanny a dirty glare. Amanda then scooped up
Riana and started to walk off.
"Bye, bye Stephen," Riana said
giving me a wave.
"Bye, bye Riana," I whispered waving
That's the moment that changed my
A/N: How quick was that! ^_^ I'd
already come up with the idea I only really needed to write the
first chapter down, so here it is! Enjoy!