♫ heaven knows i'm miserable now | the smiths
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name: Erin Bosmer
school: Manhattan College
hometown: Milwaukee, Wisconsin
style: pastels, soft colors and sometimes more of a hippy vibe
bio: Erin is the mother of the group of girls. She’s first and foremost one of the best nannies in NYC and every parent wants her to take care of their kids. Luckily, she’s been with her family for four glorious and happy years of getting to know the kids as well as all the girls she works with. She’s going to graduate in the Spring at the top of her class and have many people around the block wanting her to work for them and if not she’s always got a lot of rich families with money willing to give her a job. So what’s wrong with Erin’s oh so perfect life? Well Erin’s got some boy problems, her boyfriend who she’s been with for four years has gotten a little physical with her and the bruises she’s covering up, honey they aren’t out of love.
model: Auguste Abeliunaite, changed into Amanda Seyfried
'bridget, hurry up or we'll be late' i stated resolutely to the blond, little girl still playing with some expensive dolls on the living room carpet even though he was supposed to be at school in an hours. i was standing in the middle of a giant and clearly expensive penthouse in the upper east side, rocking gently a tiny body in my arms and simultaneously trying to convince the stubborn girl to listen to me.
'come on, darling. your mommy won't be happy if we arrive late at school' i repeated gently approaching her and tapping my feet on the floor in waiting. she groaned as she always did when something didn't go as she planned, 'i don't want to go' she moaned, moving absentmindedly one of her barbies inside a dreamy, white doll-house. i hushed her with a cautionary glance at her brother, peacefully dowing in my arms.
i rocked philippe lightly, 'i brought you something' i whispered, with a conspirator glance at my huge bag, left on a leather sofa. she suddenly turned to look at me and i smirked, i finally had caught her attention. 'what?' she asked, in the tiny, sweet voice she used to obtain what she desired. 'you won't know if you don't raise from the floor, go wash your teeth and grab your backpack' she pouted but i wasn't her dad and she couldn't play that silly game with me. she was only 7 but she already knew how to manipulate people.
bridget finally decided to listen to me and went back to her room. i sighed, in relief, now giving my attention to the baby i was holding: his body was small and warm and he smelt incredibly good, like any other child though. 'i'm done' i heard the girl's voice as she stepped in, ready for a new school day.
'you look very pretty today' bridget blushed, shaking her blond ringlets left and right: it was very easy to make her happy. 'mommy said i look like a princess with this' she stated proudly, observing her own frilly dress. i nodded, 'you do but even princesses must go to school' i placed carefully philippe inside the blue buggy, being careful to not wake him up. when he finally was safe and sound in the warmth of his handmade blankets, bridget jumped on me, climbing my leg like the little monkey she was.
i moaned when she, unconsciously, hit my right hipbone. she stopped to look at me with wide eyes, 'i'm sorry, erin.' she whispered with little voice, seeing my face twisted in pain; 'are you hurt?' i shook my head, smiling, tasting lightly my side and aching again 'just a bruise but it's not your fault, baby. now let's go to school, uh?' she nodded, slipping her little hand in mine and smiling widely to me, 'are you coming to class with me, erin? miss flegmon is teaching us how to do addiction today' she asked after few seconds, when we were already in the elevator, ready to leave their house. 'how can i, birdie? what about your brother? should i leave him alone during your whole day?' she placed her hand back just under her chin, assuming a thoughtful expression. 'surely not. when he'll grow old maybe.......' she stated, sideglancing at phil, sleeping soundly in her comfy carriage. i knew how jelous she was about the newborn and somehow, even though her parents loved her as much as him, i felt sorry for that little terror who pattered swiftly next to me.
a small smile played on my lips suddenly remembering something. we finally were out of the building, directed to bridget's school, few block away. i sunk the hands in my huge, full bag searching for the stupid thing i had bought for her yesterday. 'what do you think about this?' i asked as soon as i found the little paper packet and i handed it to her. she opened her eyes wide glaring at the sparkling hairband inside of it. 'is it for me?' i laughed at her happy face, 'are you a princess or not?' she nodded vigorously. i took it from her hands to place it carefully in his hair, 'how do i look, erin?' she asked, touching lightly the top of her head as to check that it was there. 'you are super pretty' i stated and she glowed in satisfaction, luckily we were already in front of the building: a gorgeous, old crazy-expensive school for young privileged kids whose parents could afford to pay thousands dollars a month.
bridget jumped away from my side, directly in her teacher's arms whose body was poking out of the gate. 'goodmorning, miss flegmon' i addressed to the woman before turning to wave goodbye to bridget who cheerfully hopped around her, 'have fun with maths!'
when they finally enter the building i pushed away the carriage, walking down the street 'till a little coffee bar in the corner. i entered the sunny room, taking a seat and drawing the buggy near me; my hip ached again and i curiously lowered the hem of my skirt to expose it to the light. my whole hipbone was covered with a dark, large-sized bruise and it seemed pretty sirious now that i looked at it. a sudden image flashed in my mind: a strong push against the counter of my kitchen, my tears, the stills of pain radiating from my hips, daniel's angry face at first and then his usual sorry pout, the apology........ i shrugged away those thoughts, concentrating on the tiny body next to me: after all it had been nothing to worry about. i knew my boyfriend wouldn' t ever want to hurt me, not on purpose at least. it wasn't his fault.....he was so stressed all the time and tired that he got crossed easily for the slightest thing. it wasn't the first bruise i found on my body in the past months, after meeting him, but i didn't care unless he kept loving me.
i tossed my hair back and i leaned to breath in the baby's sweet smell and a huge smile played on my lips when his eyes opened slowly to look at me. i took him in my arms before he could claim me, 'hello gorgeous' i whispered before waving at the waiter, to make my order. the little boy glared at me with his umbelievably blue eyes, 'so, what are we doing today?' i asked him, feeling silly for my nonsense talk to a toddler and simultaneously at peace, holding him in my arms. i loved those few moments of peace with him. i loved bridget and her endless talks, i adored studying chemistry and thinking about my future in some aseptic laboratory and spending time with my always-nervous, stakhanovite boyfriend whose arms sometimes held me too tighty. however, philippe's little head leaning against my shoulder was something so unselfish and fragile that made me appreciate waking up early in the morning, my frantic daily routine with the kids, the nights spent with my face buried in my books and the bills to pay......it was priceless.
sorry, i got caught away with the story. i love erin already, i siriously hope i get the part :) plus, i changed auguste for one reason: i LOVE amanda, she has that pretty, clean face that every body love. i bet every parents would trust her with their children. she looks just like the girl next door, with those blonde hair and gorgeous eyes......:3 that's it. i just wanted to say this.