"I don't want to do this."said a child with blonde pigtails in a lovely pink gown as she stood in front of her huge mirror.

One could say she was a princess. She had all the requirements to be one.

She had lovely blue eyes the colour of the sea and her room was decorated fully in pink. The house was like a castle and her bedroom a drawing room where she could meet with guests but there was just one problem she wasnt meeting with guests. She was just having a conversation with someone.

"Mrs. Johnson is the reason we need to do this. Just kill her cat and leave it on her car. We're just teaching her a lesson." the person replied.

"What about the police? i don't want to do anything to make mama angry."she said sadly.

"You need to become stronger. Nobody is going to look at us like trash again. Mrs. Johnson always treats us like we're nobodies we need to stand up for ourselves. Even mama doesn't like us. Do you want to be pushed around like gabage forever?" The other child asked.

The girl pondered on this for some time. It was true. Most people in their town saw her as a sweetheart but Mrs. Johnson always spat whenever she saw her. It wasn't even like Mrs. Johnson was a beautiful woman, her husband had left her for a stripper some years back because of her attitude or so the people of the town said.

Amador creek was a small town with just a little over a hundred perons. The buildings were all alike and it was a quiet place to be.There were some celebrities who came to their town just for some peace and quiet during their vacation. As it was with small towns, everybody knew everbody. Everybody in town knew who Mrs. Johnson was and while the little girl would love to believe that Mrs. Johnson was the way she was with her with every other person in the town, the girl knew differently. Mrs. Johnson was particularly rude to her.

"If we're going to do this we must do it perfectly."the girl said. 

Her mother had ttrained her to be perfect. Although she was still a bit far from being the perfect child for her mother, she was getting there. She would do anything to show her mother what a perfect seven year old she was.

"Of course it would be perfect. Thats why im with you isn't it?" the other child said with a grin.

The next day, Mrs. Johnson had woken up as usual and was about to go to her bakeery when she saw her pet cat moose dead on her car.

She knew moose loved sneaking out of the house so she had not bothered when she could not find him the previous day. Maybe he had gone to her bestfriend's place like always she thought as she had gone to sleep the previous night. 

She could not believe someone had done this to moose. He was a very sweet little thing. 

By noon, everyone in the town had heard what had happened to moose. The sheriff in town had been called but he sent a deputy whom he trusted to handle the case.

Sterling was a former detective but he moved down to Amador Creek with his infant daughter after the death of his wife. he just wanted some peace and quiet. It was because he needed a job he started working at the only station in town. He would have rather avoided it though.

After inspection, he noticed that the cat had not been killed. It had walked into a trap and unable to get out, had bled to death. The only issue bothering him now was who had found the dead cat and decided to put it on Mrs. Johnson's car.

'There was no mouse trap or anything. Someone had killed my cat and i know it."Mrs. Johnson had cried out.

"It was you wasn't it? You devilish little brat pretending like youre all good but i see you. I know you're a filthy bastard. No wonder your papa didn't want you." Mrs. Johnson spat as she saw the mayor's child.

Mrs. Johnson lived directly opposite the mayor. The mayor's house was the biggest in Amador Creek. It was more like a mansion than a house. The child just continued on her way pretending not to hear Mrs. Johnson. If mama heard of this she would be beaten.

After some minutes of trying to appease Mrs. Johnson, Sterling had finally been able to return to the office. Most people felt it was good for Mrs. Johnson as she was a bit of a nuisance in the town.

The only thing good about her was her pie and cupcakes. Everbody in town could agree that she made the best. For a woman over seventy who looked like she could drop dead at any moment, she had enough energy to get under everyone's skin. Sterling wondered what had made Mrs. Johnson insult the mayor's kid like that.

He could care less about the mayor. He did not particularly like her but they were cordial with each other. Normally, he would have investigated more but he did not want to put his child at risk. There was a reason he had come to a small town. 

A woman wearing a grey suit with her hair in a neat bun made her way into the mayor's house. Each step she took was dignified and full of elegance. They also had a purpose. She made her way to the sitting room as she waited for her child. 

The blonde girl came running down the stairs in another pink gown. She had on a tiara this time. There was a smile attached to her lips but it never quite reached her eyes. One look from the woman in the suit and the girl stopped running. With her head down, she made it down the stairs gracefully.

"Good afternoon mama."The girl said.

The lady ignored it and looked at the little girl with so much hatred.

"As mayor of this town, i expect everthing about me to be perfect. If I can be perfect why can't my child be perfect?"she asked the girl with raised eyebrows.

The girl had her head down and brced herself for what was coming next. She knew her mother had heard of the issue. It wasn't about the fact that she may have been the one to kill Mrs. Johnson's cat but the fact that Mrs. Johnson had accused her of doing so.

"I expect an answer."THe mayor said.

The girl could only reply with an "I'm sorry." but this only irritated the mayor as she slapped the little girl hard on the cheek. She fell down immediately to her knees bruising it in the process. It hurt her but she had to bear with it. Mama hated seeing her tears.

The mayor used her hands and anything she could hold unto to hit the girl. The girl could not scream. She had been taught not to do that. She could also not shed tears for they would make her mother angry.

Satisfied, the mayor arranged her suit as she looked at the girl "now, who are you?"she asked.

It was always like this. Anytime her mother had finished dealing with her, she would ask her this question. A wrong answer could make her experience the pain all over again.

"i am your perfect daughter."

Satisfied with the answer, her mother moved upstairs to change not forgetting to instruct her to clean the blood.

The other child who had been observing this looked at the mayor with disdain. She was going to pay for the abuse one day. The child swore that anybody who neglected the girl or treated her like trash was going to pay back in tenfold.