Brats and Bags

[Charlotte]

Sophia looked down at the blonde little bundle of not so much of a joy with a small scowl as she stood next to her with the thirteen year old going through a big basket of cloths inside her room. Sophia or rather Charlotte lived like a princess once but not even she bothered to have that many cloths at her disposal. For her, a shirt, a pair of jeans and converse would have done the trick. She definitely didn’t have to spend an hour picking the best outfit to wear and another couple of hours in front of the mirror to make her look like a Goddess either. Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose before looking around the room that vaguely felt similar to her previous one.

“I WANT NEW ONES!” the shrill cry from right beside her almost made the silver haired girl slide off the wall she was leaning on. Groaning, she looked at the glaring girl that stood in front of her with her arms crossed over her chest. “What?” Charlotte almost spat out, matching her glare with her own. “I want new cloths,” the little one states with a huff, turning on her heels, giving the high and mighty look. “So? Go get some,” she dismissed the whole thing, pushing herself off the wall before turning to walk out of the sickeningly pink room. “You have to go with me! You have no choice you low class woman!” Charlotte stopped on her tracks as a vain visibly popped on her head at the low class woman comment. How much of a brat can a girl be? She wondered before turning around with a glare, gesturing her to lead the way towards wherever she want to go.

She followed the girl out after about three hours with the little girl changing and applying makeup along with having others fetch things for her. Whenever she turned to Charlotte though, the silver haired girl gave a smirk and said “You have two legs…Get up and go get them”. After about a numerous times of shouting, complaining and threatening, the blonde girl gave up, turning her anger towards the other poor staff that had the misfortune of working under her.


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[Charlotte]

Unbelievable….absolutely unbelievable….a tired Charlotte stared at the blonde haired girl that was storming around the whole mall picking up cloths from here and there. Where did all the shopping bags get disposed towards? On Charlotte! Standing a few feet behind her in the formal wears section, Charlotte eyed the red, black and pink dresses with disgust. For a thirteen year old girl, the cloths she chose for herself was that of an adult’s. If it wasn’t for the tiny little fact that Charlotte was getting paid for tolerating this, she would have shown the little devil her place already. Sadly, she had to take care of her for two more days. Suddenly the five thousand jewels didn’t seem so appealing to her at all. She wanted to drop all the bags and leave.

“Oy! Low class woman! Don’t you dare drop the bags,” the high pitched voice violently pulled her out of her thoughts as she came face to face with a painted puppet wearing a frown. “What?” she asked, raising an eyebrow before looking down to see that she had dropped a couple of many bags to the floor in her trance. “Ah…I get it…” she trailed off and picked them up before walking the behind the blonde that had already taken off to the other direction.

Eight hours…eight complete hours went by like a snail for the silver haired woman that was dying to find a warm mattress to rest her eyes. Pink, blue, black and red…the colors spun like a parasol inside her head, giving her a headache as it took them eight hours to get back to the mansion. Once they got back, the princess ordered a full course meal before bouncing back to her room leaving Charlotte with the dishes and paper bags that were scattered all over the ground.

The clock sung 2 O’ clock when Charlotte finally found her small room to rest on. Next day, Charlotte didn’t even get to eat the breakfast as she was literally dragged towards a spa that the blonde little devil had taken an appointment on last week. While she went inside to get her face sparkling and body massaged, the unlucky babysitter sat outside her head dropping now and then from the sleep she was denied last night due to Cecelia’s insignificant demands.

Even that day she was carrying all of the girl’s belongings and following after her. When she gave her the ‘stop it and let’s go back home’ look, Cecelia simply turned her back on her and sashayed towards somewhere else where she would spend another hour at. Sighing, Charlotte would have no other choice but to follow.

At the end of the second day, Charlotte was thankful that she got something to eat before she was sent to bed. However, the irrelevant demands of the ojyou-san continued with no notice of stopping anytime soon. In the end, Charlotte stayed with her till she fell asleep before getting some sleep for herself.
On the third and much to Charlotte’s good fortune, the final day came and all she had to do was accompany the brat to one more trip to the mall for more shopping. Apparently, everything she had bought two days ago were already old and worn out for her. However, unlike the other two days, Charlotte was happy…content of the fact that she was finally gonna be free from the clutches of a blonde thirteen year old witch.

Her happy mood didn’t last long as she came face to face with a few thugs that were trying to steal from Cecelia. As much as she wanted to see the little girl suffer, Charlotte had to do her duty. Plus, they dared to rob in front of her! It didn’t take her much time or effort before she already had one of them pinned to the ground with her right thigh on his stomach and another one with his head trapped in a headlock. When they tried to use magic, Charlotte jumped back a few feet before taking them down with her lightning balls. When she had three of them on the ground, the others had already escaped. While she returned the bag to Cecelia, Charlotte was starting to get upset at how there was no council members to take care of the crime in the cities anymore. When she left Cecelia that evening after receiving her payment, it was very small but Charlotte saw a sort of admiration in Cecelia’s eyes for the silver haired woman.

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