The mansion she stays in looks like a castle. Such a snob! They do not understand that Emma is painfully shy. Homeschooled by her mother, up till now, going to school is a strange notion to her. Words jostle to come out of her mouth, but she ends up swallowing them, hating herself each time.
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She gets lost in books, letting herself be transported to a different time and place, before she is eventually plunged back into reality. Emma can sense that her parents are unhappy. She feels it in the cold, sharp edge of the keys that sliced across her left ear when her grandfather threw them towards her father and missed. Her father tried to leave many times, but her grandfather attempted suicide each time. Her grandfather suffers from a plethora of health problems.
Paranoid and distrusting the help, he insists on staying with his only son.
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He already mentioned in his will that when he passes away, the house will be sold, and the proceeds will go anonymously to the Foundation for the Physically Disabled. The old man refused to buy health insurance until his first heart attack struck so now he cannot buy it. Now most of his savings are spent on hospital bills. He is bad at managing money and flies into a rage when anyone mentions selling the old mansion. Walking down the hollow hallway of an art gallery ten minutes before it closed, she laid her eyes on a painting that expressed a feeling she could not find words for.
She closed her eyes and felt a blend of melancholy, rage, and hope, portrayed by bold yet elegant strokes of colour. When she opened her eyes, a man with black-rimmed glasses was at a distance, looking at her. They got married two years later. He just wants to paint, because he cannot live without painting.
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She never goes to the grocery store without coupons stuffed into her handbag which has thread fraying at the edges. Roughly once a year, she buys a new dress. It is usually a tasteful off-brand piece, marked down on sale. Emma likes to watch her mother try it on and twirl around in front of the mirror. Her reflection in the mirror is of a fleeting happiness. At their first parent-teacher meeting, Emma and her mother fill in a survey form. Funding is one of our concerns these days.
You know, we appreciate every bit we can get from the more privileged families. Are you kidding? She hastily pockets the refund, thanking the staff.
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When they leave the store, Emma catches her mother looking back, taking a last wistful glance at the dress. The first time Emma feels swept away by the waves of loneliness is at a school party for junior students. At the party, sweat-slicked bodies pulsate to music blaring from speakers. No one talks to her. She almost catches the eye of Catherine, her History quiz buddy but Catherine averts her eyes and grabs the arm of another girl. As Emma makes her way to the counter to get a drink, someone bumps into her roughly. She recognises her as one of the girls always gossiping in the bathroom.
Emma wheezes and weaves through crowds trying to find a less crowded spot to take a breather. She has never felt so alone. Melancholy envelops her like a damp, sticky cloak, leaving her invisible to the world of velvety laughter and clinking glasses. Cocooned in it, she slips away into the walls of the luridly lit dance floor and fades. On a cool autumn day, Emma sees her parents beaming as she walks down the stairs. They begin talking in unison and stop abruptly, laughing.
They have good news. He was slumped below a tree, painting a piece inspired by the dusty gold tinge of the pond under the faltering rays of the evening sun.
The artwork, once completed, will be carefully wrapped and delivered in advance of the exhibition. From where she is sitting at the dining table, Emma can see her father perched on a stool in his studio, and her grandfather hovering at the doorway. Their raged-filled words echo all over the house. You have never tried to appreciate art! She tries to shove down her dinner as quickly as possible.
Chew, swallow. Suddenly, her grandfather dashes into the studio and lunges at the artwork. He strikes at the artwork with his walking stick. Canvases rip apart and easels clatter to the ground.
Gwen Stefani - Rich Girl Lyrics
B I rock the fetish people you know who I am. Yes ma'am, we got the style that's wicked I hope you can all keep up We climbed all the way from the bottom to the top Now we ain't getting nothing but love. Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. What does this song mean to you?
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na If I was rich girl na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na See, I'd have all the money in the world If I was a wealthy girl No man could test me, impress me My cash flow would never ever end Cause I'd have all the money in the world If I was a wealthy girl Think what that money could bring I'd buy everything Clean out Vivienne Westwood In my Galliano gown No, wouldn't just have one hood A Hollywood mansion if I could Please book me first class To my fancy house in London town Related.
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