Trust The Promise

Ruby's pov

Isn't he gorgeous?' Cam said for the 6th time.  

'What? Yes he may be gorgeous, but what happened to you, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover?’ I said. 

We were talking about 3 new boys who came to Cam's class. She was talking about someone called Rick. All who are hot and all who are mean.

‘Ruby, I am not talking about books, I'm talking about Rick, Matt and Conor! Aren't they gorgeous boys' She squealed. We were in my room.

We were supposed to be doing homework but Cam had other plans. I love Cam. Her name is short for Cammie. And calling her Cam isn't just obvious but it suits her. She is really beautiful. She has black short hair whereas I have light red hair. She has blue eyes whereas I have green eyes. And she tries different kind of fashion every week while I stick with a shirt and jeans. I rolled my eyes and got up from the bed. 

'Wanna drink something?' I said.

These boys were really rich. Cam's dad worked in the company of Mr Riches, the father of the 3 boys. And Mr Child got a really big salary.

‘Yeah, juice. Talking about boys is exhausting.' She said while rubbing her forehead. 

'Yeah, theres too much words to describe how much of an idiot they are.' I said. Cam got up and tickled me on my right shoulder. My weak spot.

'Okay Okay, Sorry!' I screamed feeling ticklish all over. After she stopped tickling me, she said she had to leave. 

'Yeah, my mum gets worried when I just go out to put the rubbish away. And if I am 3 seconds late she will call the police and cry her eyes out.' She said while mocking her mum. I laughed. It's true. Cam's mum - Mrs Child is always getting worried for no apparent reason.  When she went, I went downstairs.

'Hey, Mum what's for lunch?' I said, hungrier than ever. Its was lasange. Let me tell you something about lasagna, It is the most amazing food, I have ever ate. No, it's not food, Its gold!

'Thanks Mum, This is awesome!' I said while squealing.  Mum put her hands on her ear. 

'What did I say about you and screeching?'

'That I shouldn't do it?'

'YES! Please, I have a massive migraine'. Thats mum-talk for SHUT THE HELL UP!

'Ok, I'm going to eat this gold in my room.'

Before she could stop me and give me a lecture of the 'no food out of the kitchen' policy, I zoomed upstairs quicker than you could say lasagna.  I loved my mum. She was the only person who understood how I felt when dad left.

This is because she felt the same way. Angry.My dad isn't dead. My dad isn't sick. My dad is a bastard. He left my mum. How? Well my mum and dad were doing fine until my dad became famous. He was signed up into businesses and enterprises and was very rich.

We were so happy for him until one day he thought that we were holding him back. I was only 12 when this happened. He came into the living room and told me to go to bed. It was only 6pm but even from a young age, I didn't want to test his mood. I went up and I heard shouting and some furniture crashing. 

After 10 mins I heard the door bang shoot. I went to my mum and asked her what happened. She was crying and had some bruises. I couldn't hear a word she was saying.

After a while, she started to hold back her tears and told me about my dad wanting to move to Florida...Alone. My mum already caught him cheating a lot of times but my dad always made it up to her and stupidly, she let it go. So Florida was the worst thing. When my mum was done, she took me to my room and told me to go to sleep. I didn't know how to after all this was happening, but I don't think it was an option. She tucked me even though she never did that. And she told me something. 

Never trust the rich people. I didn't ask what or why. I just smiled weakly and fell asleep. This reminded me of the new boys in school. They were called the Riches. Weird that their surname is Riches and they are rich. And they reminded me of my dad even though I haven't met them. Just when I thought about this, I was put off from my lasagna.

By: Shiza Fatima