From poverty to royalty

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2 “Scarlett.” I listened asleep. "Daughter, wake up”

Little by little I woke up and noticed that someone was shaking my shoulders, I cut my eyes with my hands making fists with them, when my eyesight could clear up a little better, I looked at my mother in front of me.

"What are you doing here, Charlotte?" I called her by name, I stopped telling her mom from the day I found her having s*x with a man in our house for the second time, I had already told her not to do that in the house, but she never cared that I witnessed such an act, for me a mother does not do that, so since that day she stopped being one.

"I have been looking for you, we have to go to the shelter to protect ourselves from these temperatures," he said and buffet, of course he would not go to that place. I looked at my mother, her brown eyes very different from my grayish-green eyes, they did not show me that I wanted to protect myself, she did not notice that I was safer on the street.

I kept looking at her and hoping she could read in my mind that I didn't want to go to the GrapeVille shelter.

My mother was not ugly, in fact, she was a rather beautiful woman with her red hair very abundant and curly, she was small, she measured if much 1,60; for me it was like a little porcelain doll and I hated that being so beautiful so many men used it as a toy.

I was the opposite, my light brown hair almost blonde and wavy, I always liked to wear it long, it measured 1.75, but I was not as pretty as my mother, she had a porcelain skin, puberty had hit me very hard and acne was always present, I was thin, very thin, mom had a rather stuffed body. I lacked many things to be a beautiful princess.

"Come on, Scarlett, get up, we have to arrive early if we want a bed” I sighed, he didn't notice that he didn't want to go to the shelter.

"I don't want to go, I don't feel good being there, I would rather become an ice cup than be there.” She looked at me ugly when she heard my answer.

"Don't be exaggerated, we will be fine there, they will feed us better and we will have a mattress. "I knew that, it was better to have a mattress than to sleep in a wooden chair.

"Okay, just because of that, I'm very tired, and I haven't been like more than once a day for days, we go there. "I got up promising that at the first humiliation I would leave the shelter and return to my chair that never treated me badly, well, behind my back yes.

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Upon arrival at the shelter, we were accommodated in the same room as the women and children, shown our beds and given a change of clothes, a pajama of a grayish blue color, we all had the same in it, it was a kind of uniform there. I took a bath, put on my pajamas and lay down for a while. I was very tired.

When lunch time came, they called us to the dining room, there were about 120 more people, some refugee women were in charge of serving the food on plastic plates, there were not many, a few of us had to eat on cardboard plates. That didn't matter to me, the important thing was to eat.

I looked at each of the people analyzing them, I could not trust anyone, many were thieves who stole what little we had, I had already had several ugly experiences of this place that had made me run away many times.

In the middle of my analysis of the shelter and each of its inhabitants, I saw a girl of about 15 or 16 years old, you could tell that she was short, even if she was sitting and her hair was so black that it contrasted greatly with her white skin.

The girl must have felt my gaze because our eyes connected, we looked at each other for several seconds until the sorry one was me and I looked away.

I concentrated on eating, it was rice with chicken and vegetables, it did not taste good, it must have something already expired, but none of us who were here cared, really food was food already expired or not; someone sat next to me, I raised my head to look and I realized it was that girl with black hair.

"Hello! " She greeted. “My name is Lucy, what about you?”

"Hi, I'm Scarlett. "I smiled at her.

"Much pleasure, did you just arrive today right?" she asked curiously.

"That's right, the truth is that I don't like to come here, but with these climates there is no other option," I admitted with a grimace.

"I understand you, it's the same for me, I come from somewhere else, trains at this time are very scarce so I had to stay here," Lucy told me.

"Did you come alone?" —I asked with interest.

"Yes, since I was 8 years old I walk alone, my mother died when I was four years old and my father never took responsibility for me, so he abandoned me in an orphanage, but I didn't like being there, I hated him, they did horrible things to those of us who were younger, so I escaped”

I was surprised that Lucy told me something as personal as if we were lifelong friends, I had never become so trusting with a person, I hoped that for the first time I could have a friend in my life, I liked the idea.

Lucy grimaced sadly at the end of her story.

"And you, are you with anyone else?"

"Yes,” with... I didn't want to say it was my mother, but even though I had just met Lucy, I knew I could trust her, “my mother.”

"Oh! Great, it must be good to have one, I almost don't remember mine, it's a bit sad. "Her eyes watered and he sighed not to shed any tears.

"My mom is...prostitutee," I admitted. Lucy widened her eyes, really surprised to hear me confess that. “I don't like to call her mom and that's why I always walk on the street, one day I hope to study and earn a lot of money to be able to get my mother out of that world, it hurts me a lot to see her like that. "My voice broke in the last sentence.

Lucy got up from her seat, came to me and hugged me, she felt that hug very good, she hadn't received one for a long time. What's more, I was sure that  I had never been hugged, so I returned the gesture effusively.

I knew that a great friendship would come from there.