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The sounds of grownups talking and clinking of silverware filled the air as Charlotte tried to get to the kitchen to get some more food without drawing attention to herself. Her father had decided to throw a dinner party at their mansion, causing her mother to stay in the kitchen since the afternoon, making food. Charlotte walks into the kitchen and tries grabbing a plate on the counter, having to quickly get her step stool since her mother told her to get out of the way as she moves to grab more utensils from the drawer.
Charlotte moves away as her mother harshly opens the drawer, mumbling to herself.
"What's wrong Mom?"
Charlotte asked, wanting to figure out why her mother is so stressed.
"Nothing, I'm talking to myself!"
Charlotte's mother says harshly before she slams the drawer closed, causing Charlotte to flinch back. Charlotte stays near the refrigerator away from the sink and stove where her mother is running around making food and cleaning.
Charlotte decides to look in the refrigerator for something to eat since the food her mother makes for these dinner parties makes her gag.
"Nothing moved since the last time you checked."
Her mother said harshly when she saw Charlotte open the fridge.
Charlotte then quickly grabs some leftover pizza from last night and scurries out of the kitchen.
Charlotte throws the box on her bed and climbs up, turning on her bedside lamp as she settles in her bed. Cold pizza isn't the most ideal dinner but Charlotte doesn't mind as she eats the last two slices in the box.
Charlotte decides to read one of the new books she got from the store and she lays back on her pillow as she sets her book up so it'll catch the lamp light.
An hour passes before Charlotte's door opens, revealing her mother standing in the doorway.
"Do you want any food?"
"No Mom."
"Why?"
"I already ate."
Charlotte said a bit quieter, knowing how her mother can get sometimes, especially when it comes to her eating habits.
"I wish you'd tell me before I wasted my time making extra food for you."
"I didn't want the food you were making..."
"Why"
"I don't know..."
"You know how much I hate when you say that, of course you know now tell me."
Charlotte's mother said sternly, making tears well in her eye as she tries to stop from crying.
"This little act you're putting on stop it, I've had enough to deal with and I don't need your little attitude to add to it. I could have easily not cared about you, you think your father would care what you do? I'm the only one who actually cares, I do this because I love you, so stop it now. You can hate me all you want I don't care, you think anyone other than me would care about you?"
"N-no.."
"You may think I'm mean but you should've seen how your grandparents treated me, you get off easy with how me and your father treat you."
Charlotte's mother says before she closes the door, leaving Charlotte to cry quietly as she tries to wipe away the tears from here eye. She tugs at her bedsheets as she lays down. Quiet sobs fill her room as she tries to sleep, hoping she'll wake up tomorrow to a nicer mom, a mom who won't poke at her stomach, a mom who doesn't get angry at her, a mom who doesn't get mad at her for not liking certain foods, a mom who'll rub her back to help her sleep like when she was younger.