Fancy

Part 1

A howling wind sends my long wavy black hair whipping across my face. Even my soft white flannel pyjamas aren't warm enough to withstand the freezing cold of the air tonight. I absolutely love it.

"Ada! Get off that roof now!"

I gasp and look down. My maid Halle is poking her head out of my bedroom window below me and waving a hair brush wildly.

I quickly scamper down the steep roof and slide in through the window. Halle scowls at me. "I told you never to leave this room! And what were you exactly doing on that roof, may I ask?"

I hang my head. "I'm sorry Halle. I was just admiring the night sky."

The old maid sighs. She runs a hand through her now slightly greying hair and sadly smiles at me. "It's alright missy. Sit down. We just won't tell your mother, now will we?"

I smile and sit down on the stool by my dresser. "Thanks Halle, you're the best."

"Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be sacked. I'm too soft." she mumbles as she runs a brush through my wild messy hair.

I laugh. "Never. Not on my watch." I tell her.

"I'm not sure you're in charge my dear." she replies and then leaves the room. I look around and clamber into bed, pulling the sheets up right tony chin and flicking the heater on.

Halle had closed the window when she left, so the room is filled with an eerie silence. I roll over and try to sleep, but I can't. So I fumble around in the dark for my phone on the bedside table and check the time. 10:02. It's only been half and hour since I went to bed. Sometimes I wish I could just be a normal girl, brought up normally. But with a world-famous model for a mother, I don't have a chance.