• Chapter 5

    I’m shattered all I want to do now is sleep. I look at the time on my phone I realize it’s nearly 2:00am! No wonder why I’m so tiered, God I need to sleep. I’m starting to think about what happened to me all over again knowing that I will feel even more miserable then I already am when a voice from behind goes to me,
    “You can come in and sleep if you like,” I turn around startled and see a very kind looking girl about my age with long brown straight hair up to her hips. She’s wearing a nicely purple silky top and trousers, which I know is her Pj’s. Her eyes look very weary as though she’s been crying just like me, but even worse. Then she says again, “You can come in and sleep if you want,” she says this she is pointing at the big white rich looking building. My eyes widen, she lives in a mansion!! Then I look up at her feeling warm and welcomed and say,
    “Wow! You live in a mansion!” She smiles and me then she walk’s over and sits beside me on the bench.
    “Well a lot of people think it’s a hotel, I think you’re the only one who actually think of it as a mansion.” She’s all smiley, no weariness, and no depression. She’s transformed into a new and beautiful girl, “This was my grandfathers’ house, he owned the whole lot, of course my grandmother did as well but she mostly thought of it as grandfathers then hers. My grandfather said, ‘when my dear Helen turns 18 she’ll have this house just you wait.” So that’s her name and she’s a year older than me as well,
    “Oh so your name is Helen, I’m Tanika Begum, I’m 17.” She looks so apologetic and says,
    “I am so sorry didn’t introduce myself properly, my name is Helen White,” she gives me a welcoming smile and says, “it’s nice to meet you Tanika.”
    “It’s nice to meet you too, Helen.” I say this with a smile on my face, then I say, “so how do you like living in a mansion? Luxury as hell, I wish I could live in a mansion, it will be so luxury, not forever though just for a little while, jut to get that experience.” She looks down at the tiny stony floor and she’s all depressed again. s**t! I must have said something to upset her. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that.” As I say this Helen looks up and her disappointment seems to have gone a bit,
    “No it’s not what you said that I’m upset about it’s just the fact that I have to live the luxury while I’m going to the expensive shops in Central London or something1” she says this with a scream. I don’t know what to do, should I just take my arms around her? Or that might scare her away by her thinking that I’m a lesbian or something, or should I sit there and say something to make her feel better? Oh God think Tanika think. In the end I decided to put my hand on her shoulder and say with a warm comforting smile,
    “Hey don’t worry about it, if I were you I would enjoy it not be miserable about it! You could take your friends out and spoil them to death, have a party and stuff it will be great!”
    “But I just want to be like any other ordinary girl, just like other people,” I can tell that she has been trying her best to be like other girls. She looks at the floor again and then starts to cry, oh my god it can’t be that bad being filthy rich, can it? “But all the girls are so jealous and they think that I’m such a show off.”
    “Hey, shhh don’t worry about what others think, to be honest with you if you go out and do what you want then that is being an ordinary girl. If you shop, hang out with friends, joke around, have a sleep over, party, then you are ordinary. The only thing that’s different about you is that you just have more money then others.” She looks at me with a lot of kindness, her tears are all gone. She looks a lot better know – phew! And I thought I’m the one’s with problems. Then she looks at me and says,
    “Thank you so much for making me feel better, I really do appreciate that Tanika. You’re the only one who actually made me feel a lot better.” I give her a nice grin, and say,
    “You’re very welcome,” she’s back to the way she was when I say this.
    “Oh god it’s freezing out here, come on lets get inside.” I look at her with a surprise,
    “You want me to come in your house?” She laughs and says,
    “Yes silly who else would I be talking to?” Then I look around and point at this cement grey colour statue behind me,
    “Well I thought you were talking to that statue,” and we both laugh, she seems really nice. She’s all open arms and smiley, very warm and comforting, and I really think we could be good friends.