"Excuse me miss, will you be entering?"
Suddenly snapping back to the cruel reality I mentally sighed and took a deep breath as I slowly lowered my head to face the owner of the voice. In front of me behind the table sat a beautiful middle aged lady with perfect curves, or what one might call a hourglass shaped body. She had an obvious plastered smile that barely reached the eyes, her face was slightly twitching as if facing a vermin she couldn't catch.
I could feel my stomach relapsing as I unconsciously clenched my hands into fists, narrowly avoiding planting my fists into her beautiful yet revolting face. " ...don't shame the family..."
The phrase my step mother recited in numerous occasions suddenly invaded, her icy gaze nauseatingly sweet smile assaulted and polluted my thoughts stopping me in my tracks. Slowly forcing the corner of my lips up I replied with the sweetest most innocent voice I could muster
" Yes, thank you madam."
As I mentally thought of 101 ways to escape and criticise her I reluctantly picked up the pen and signed my name adding to the already overly large list of participants . My fingers were clenched so tightly around the pen I felt if I exerted even the tiniest more amount of pressure the fragile object with shatter and snap into irreparable pieces.
"Thank you." Was all I could spit out after clenching my jaw and returning her smile with an equally sweet (disgusting) and bright (fake) one.
When the transparent glass door open the overwhelming stench of alcohol,gourmet food, cologne and perfume hit me stinging my eyes and burning me nose.