He-Nanny

Girls are said to be made up of sugar, flowers, and rainbows and a lil' bit of spice. Lies. Full of lies. I think this is what everyone who have met me said. My childhood is anything but sweets and rainbows. Oh,my parents tried to give me those. Even spoon-feed those on my cute little bratty self. They dress me up on princesses' clothes. I think I tore most of them when battling against the guard-dog of hell, Cerberus. "Ruby! My baby Ruby! The damned dog is trying to bite our daughter! Leo! Your daughter! Leo!" Some I think I made as a parachute when I free fall from the space. "Miss Ruby, please don't jump off. Please wait fo---No, no... Please don't. The master and the lady would kill me. Please don't smile. Not another step. Not another---NO!" The few, I created a circus tent out of those where I trained a lion to jump in the circle of fire. "Your mother will be mad again if she saw you ripping those dresses. Huh? Okay? Seems to be fairly safe. I'll bring cakes and tea later." Later. "What the hell is this, Ruby Rowena Cameron!?" "What are you doing speaking such words in front of my darli---s**t! Damn! Why the f**k is that teddy bear on fire?! And those dresses!" Well, you get the gist. I am far from being a sweet little girl who spreads rainbows, flowers and fresh air and the whole damn nature wherever she goes. I am more of the typhoon, really. I did like one girl thing. The Crown. But not just any crown.Not those common princess crowns What i liked and wanted ever since my bratty kiddie days is THE QUEEN CROWN. A crown fitting for a queen like I. Mischievous days after another. That is how I have lived when these naughtiness can be blamed on the innocence of a little child. My parents really love me since I am their only child. Both are working but they find time to supervise me since "she is an imaginative, spirited child" who welcomes the danger with open arms, if I may add. Nanny after nanny. They were hired and fired or resigned. The maids never tried to intervene and discipline me. They are experienced enough. Or rather, I made them never ever to forget those experiences. I do not know when it started but I made it a goal to make each nanny quit faster than the one before. It made my peaceful kingdom to be more exciting. "Why do you want to quit?" "I-I'm really s-sorry Mrs. Cameron. I just cannot stand...that....t-that she-devil!" "You! What she-devil!? You are fired!" "How can you not know that my baby is on the roof?! You should have look more carefully! I'm sorry but I must fire you." "Ruby is throwing tantrums. Again. If she wants the animal, let her have it." "B-But Sir---" "Stop her to throw up her vocal chords!" "Why is there a freaking fro---g!?" "FIRED!" "You quit!?" FIRED. Fired. FIRED. I quit. Yup. So far, I am successful. But on the day of my 8th birthday, I did not know I will personally get someone that can stop this small success I have. My family reserved the whole hotel for a day for my birthday party. Children of my age and not came. Their sparkling dresses seem to beckon me to make a planetarium out of them. But Mama stares at me hard. Her eyes are the flashing red lights warning me. So I quietly put down my reaching hand to my friend Liesel's glittering princess gown. Out of my friends, she is my favorite. She is already 12 years old but she spoils me dear! "Happy birthday Miss." "Wow. You are now such fine lady, Miss." "Quite a charming young lady, eh? Nice heiress you have Lady Cameron." "I'm sure she would be another one of your success, Sir Cameron." "No. She is our greatest success ever. There are magic shows where I took a good deal of interest. "Liesel, look how I magic my hand into disappearing like he did." "No! Ruby, my dear child, only he can do it." Papa said eyeing my hand on the magic apparatus. "But why can't I do it? I'm better, right? I want to do it!" "Quite a feisty one your girl is. How about a playdate with my son?" A sour-looking man took my father away from me so I put my hand on the magical apparatus and pull the lever. Blood. There is blood on the magic apparatus. What supposed to be a five-hour party ended abruptly. Everyone is crying, shouting, and shrieking. My mother did all of them. Papa is at work, Mama said then. My bandaged arm did not help my growing irritation to appease. I sulk and sulk on my room. All of my friends in the party are gone home. Liesel said she is starting to train for work. Work and work. Everyone around me is an adult. And I,treated as a kid. When some time passed after Mama left to follow Papa on work, I explored the room we have. There are lights below. There are many red lights trying to race each other. But they are lovely. "Like the ruby Papa gave me." I went out to see the ruby on the place below my room. IT IS cold outside. My night dress barely warms me. I cannot go back to the room. I can barely escape the notice of the guards of the room. And I need to find the ruby. So I walked and walked. I followed the loud sounds. The horns bellowing, the honks of the cars, and the shouts of some people. There, in the large crowd waling in the middle of the road, I saw not the ruby with the beauty of red,not of rainbows. But a firework with the noise and different lights. It is very beautiful. I, too, want to walk on the road of those lights. I copy what the other people did earlier. The noise gets louder. Everyone stares at me. They noticed me! So I toss chin up and walk further. There is a light glaring at my direction. A spotlight! I smiled broadly. This is the best birthday! A place where they all notice me, where I am the center. The light seems to be getting brighter so I turn towards it to wave but someone grabs the hand that supposed to wave and drags me away from the spotlight, from the road under the fireworks. "Kid, are you crazy!?" I stared at him. I think he is the mad one. His clothes are soiled, full of holes, and in tatters. He is so thin that I think he can fly through the help of the wind. He is full of dirt and awful smell. "Why are you smelly and dirty? Are you playing?" He stared back at me. Er, he stared down at me. He is really tall. Almost as tall as Mama. "You are thin but really tall. Like my Mama. Do you know where the room we have? Mama is there. Let's see who is taller!" I beamed at him. "I wonder if you can reach Papa soon. Papa said we grow up, you know?" He is still staring at me that I thought he freeze because of cold. I hold his hand even though it is really dirty and he is smelly. "You are cold too? Are you escaping from the guards of the room? But you know you should at least wash yourself." I warm our hands with my breath. Somehow, it is really effective,more than when I do it alone. I heard him sigh. He hold my hand tightly. His hands are really big that it covers my whole hand. "I will get you home. Where do you live princess?" I don't know but him saying princess seems to make him laugh. His teeth are perfect and white. His smile is like the painting I saw on the room. Mama said that that smile is a happy one. "Why are you happy? And I'm not princess." We walked away from the crowd and the road. "I live in that big box, on the top room. It says Lair of Rose. I asked Liesel. She is my favorite friend. She gives me anything I want." "I see. But why are you not a princess? You have a princess dress, and you live in the big place. You have what you want." "I am not a princess. I don't like them. I am a queen." He glanced at me but never said anything. "How about you? What are you? Are you a prince or a king?" "I don't know. What do you think I am?" "You are not a prince. Not a king too. You are too smelly." He laughed at my answer. Then,he fall silent again. "But you can be mine. Then, I'll have you fat and not smelly. Then you can be a king!"