Writing Prompt: Cow And Cheese

Writing Prompt: Cow And Cheese

Josephine stomped and fumed as she made her way out to the barn. She was so tired of doing all the stupid chores. Didn’t they realize that she was going to be important one day? How was she supposed to hone her acting skills if she kept having to do chores every free moment. Madeline didn’t have to do any chores.

Of course when Josephine pointed this out, she was reminded that Madeline was barely six years old. Josephine had just celebrated her sixteenth birthday. She had other brothers and sisters, but her and Madeline were the only ones allowed to stay home. The boys were required to attend boarding school when they turned five. 

All boys were mandated by the government to leave the home and attend boarding school. She heard gossip around town about how the boys were being groomed to do something major. She never really cared. As long as she had access to the best cheeses in town, what did it matter what the boys did? She also planned to become a major actress as soon as she was discovered!

Josephine opened the barn door and stepped slowly in. She hated the smell of the place. If they were going to force her to come out and milk the cows, they could at least keep the place in better condition. She huffed again. They would all be sorry. Once she became famous, she would make them regret their horrible treatment of her.

After Josephine finished with her chores, she went inside to rest. She was tired and grumpy. She didn’t want to do anything but curl into a corner and read a book. Of course that would have been too easy. Madeline met her at the door. The look of pure excitement on her face told Josephine that she was in for pure torture.

“Josey, guess what? Mommy says I can go with you to the play tonight!”

“She said what???” 

“She said I can go with you to the play tonight! She said you would be happy to take me.”

“I don’t want to go to the stupid play! I had plans with Brad tonight. I told her this last week.”

“Can’t Brad go with us? Pretty please? I never get to see him.”

“Ugh! Why are you people trying to ruin my life? Can’t I be allowed to do what I want to when I want to?”

“When you’re paying your own bills in your own house, you can do whatever you wish, my child.”

Josephine froze. She didn’t hear her father come into the room. She slowly turned around to find her father standing in the door scowling at her. She did her best not to show her temper in front of her father. He was the only person who listened to her when she was upset. The only one that compromised with her.

“Father. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be cross. I’ve just seen the play every night for the past two weeks. I’m bored of it.”

“I get that, Jo. I really do. I am so thankful of you for taking the initiative to take your sister all these nights despite that. Miss Mads here seems to love that play so much. Perhaps she’s sweet on somebody.”

He leaned down to muss up Madeline’s hair. She giggled and blushed at the contact. He knew just how to talk to both of his girls.

“Tonight is the last night, Daddy! They say it’s going to be really special!”

“You’re right. I remember them saying that when you drug us all there yesterday.” He turned and looked at Josephine. “Look, Brad can go with you tonight if you will just go with her. Please. I promise to make it up to you. Whatever you want.”

“Anything, Daddy?

“Within reason.”

“There’s an acting school in Graceland that I would love to attend.”

“I’ll look into it.”

“Oh really, Daddy?”

“That’s not a yes, yet! Let me find out more about it and make my decision from there.”

“Thank you, Daddy! You’re the best.”

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