A Cupcake Fairytale

"Things were changing for us... and this time for good.”

Abandoned by her father before she was even born, Madison had to make do with whatever life handed out to her. She sweetened her own life by loosing herself in the imaginary world of fairytales. She was forever stuck on princesses and the sweet bakery treats her mother constantly creates.

When the opportunity of a lifetime presented itself to her, Madison realises that her life wasn't all that it seemed to be....


7. Stupidity




I felt like I had been running forever. In no particular direction. I eventually found a wall at least a mile away and sat down against it. I’d seen beggars sit with a mug and shake it till people put their spare change in it. I started shaking my mug. Some people scowled at me. My face was sodden with tears and my clothes were wet and dirty from stepping in too many muddy puddles. A few women took one look at me and tucked £10 notes into my hands. I made far more than enough for breakfast the next day.

“Where’s your mum darling?” one woman said.

She was a complete stranger but I knew I had to confide in somebody. Even a slightly wrinkled woman wearing a suit with black high heels!

“She’s busy wallowing in the rejection of a guy she just met!”

She sighed and sat down next to me.

“How old was your mother when you were born?”


“Gosh, that’s young!” she exclaimed.

“I kind of came as a surprise.”

She sighed and wrapped an arm around me. I didn’t hesitate.

“You do realise your mother is still young. She still wants to look for that special someone.”

“She promised me we would be together. Just the two of us! She broke that promise without a second thought. That’s unforgivable”

The woman sighed and handed me £50 pounds.

“This should get you enough food for tomorrow. You seem to have a sleeping bag but this sidewalk is filthy and cold. Why don’t you come to my home and sleep there for the night?”

Mum always told me to never go home with strangers. I was freezing cold but I knew that if I went home with her she would tell the police she found me before I had a chance to protest.

“I’m fine!”

“Are you sure?”


So I stayed there the entire night. I was dirty from the floor and sick from the smell of cigarettes. It felt like nobody cared about me which was a lie because that sweet lady was willing to let me kip on the edge of her sofa regardless of how her proper family would react.

In the morning I was woken by distant sirens. I was sitting up straight because I thought it was the police trying to get me but I relaxed when I saw the car lights move behind a tall building.

I took my mind away from being taken back home and went to McDonalds for breakfast. I’d made an amazing £487.84 from begging and £50 from when that lady gave me money. I enjoyed two breakfast burgers and six hash browns with a large bottle of orange juice. It only cost £13.75 so I decided to have a Waterstones blowout.

I bought all the JW books I didn’t already have and the two new ones, ‘Four Children and It’ and ‘The Worst Thing about My Sister’. I also bought Cathy Cassidy’s newest book ‘Summer’s Dream’.

“You seem to have a lot of money!” The woman at the till said as she scanned all the books.

“My mum wants what’s best for me,” I lied.

“I think what’s really best for you is to find some cleaner clothes.”

I stared at my shirt. It was plastered in dirt and stains.

“That was the next shop I was going to!” I fibbed, handing her the money and dashing out of the shop before she could say anything else.

I walked to Primark and bought myself the most amazing shirts and designer jeans and shoes ever. I never knew how much fun it could be to have a shopping spree and I didn’t have to worry about spending too much money because I could always beg for more!

It was the second I walked out of Primark that the police found me.

A muscular police man suddenly came running towards me. I tried to run away from him but he grabbed me by the arm and charged me into a waiting police car. Everyone on the shopping centre had stopped and stared at me. Some started whispering and some were murmuring about kids these days and how we find shoplifting fun. They should hear my side of the story!

“Do you know how long we’ve been looking for you Missy?” the man grumbled.

“No!” I whispered in a miniscule voice.

“Your mother called us the minute you left. She was in black and blue over some man but she worried about you more. She said if she lost you she’d never forgive herself. You’re lucky she cares about you so much!”

I said nothing. Mum had never yelled at me. Never told me off when I was bad. I cried and raged at any old thing but she would just hold me close and tell me not to worry so much. She knows how I feel. How could I have been so stupid!

The police man parked the car outside the flat. Mum was standing in front of the door biting her nails with a look of dread in her eyes. She ran straight towards me and hugged me tight before I had even stepped onto the pavement.

“Oh Maddie, you shocked the life out of me!” she sobbed.

“I’m so sorry mum. I never thought you would care that I left.”

“It’s okay sweetie. It will all be okay now!”

We went into the house and I washed and dressed myself in my new clothes. Mum raised her eyebrows when she saw what I was wearing but I explained to her how I got them and she smiled and gave me a hug. She didn’t miss out either because I gave her the remaining £413 so she could buy her own stuff.

We were going to be us again. No more family damage. At least not until two days later.

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