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“Mom? Mom- Mom! Thank god you picked up- I have so much to tell you! Yesterday I got an award for English speaking and—“
‘the line on the other end has been disconnected, please try again!’
”—Highest achieving grade…”
The telephone looked like it was staring back at her in mockery. It’s fine, mom’s just busy. Rich people are always busy! But—They all have time for their kids. … Ah, whatever, it’s not like it’s the first time.
”Ja m’emmerde…” The telephone was turned off and unplugged from the router. Then she stood up, looking at her own reflection in the mirror.
’Victoria… Victoria Anne Alexandria, Victoria Diana Alexandria Howard..’
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Whatever you call it, the writer does not want to know. “I’m THE top achiever! Why should I be stuck on some Fucking- Mommy issues-? It’s not like she’s gonna leave…”
”…”
”Oh.” A forced smile appeared before dropping in half a millisecond. “Merdé, Why am I even talking to myself like i have an audience?” The black sleeping robe that was clearly her mom’s slipped off her shoulders like how her mom slipped away from her life (Who said that?)
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“How does it taste like?”
”It’s, good, dad..” She forced a smile, before putting the spoon to her mouth again.
Honestly, how do people even like this shit? Caviar tastes… Meh, it’s just straight… ass. Like something you’d expect to taste good but actually tastes like regret mixed with disappointment.
“I’ll be back, I have to go find my wallet.”
”Sure!”
The bathroom was an immediate response to her food.
Victoria doubled over the sink, quickly grabbing a few pieces of tissue and spitting everything into them—By the time the last single bit of caviar was spit out, a toothbrush with toothpaste was already in her hand.
“Comment est-ce possible que les gens prennent du plaisir à ça-?”
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“Miss, are you alright-“ The housekeepers poked their heads inside the bathroom.
”Fuck off.”
”I’m just ask-“
”I said fuck off! Do you people not know about privacy?!”
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