We Rose Up Slowly

Chapter One

Trixie stepped out of the black car, with a few of her belongings hanging off her shoulders. She sighed, already dreading the idea of having to go to college. It all started when her father insisted that she needed to have a college experience similar to most college kids, saying that it would fix her bratty attitude. Trixie was mad, to say the least, she wanted to be able to be back home by the end of the day and have all the bells and whistles that her house brought. She wanted to be able to clap her hands and have a servant already by her side, listening to her every word. So when her father told her the decision was done, Trixie started throwing a tantrum, much like a toddler.

It wasn't like she was proud of her childlike attitude and manners, but living in an environment like hers made it hard not to have said qualities. Her parents never put a stop to it, since they didn't spend a lot of time with her only daughter. Of course, she got taken care of by other people, but nothing beats the lovely bond of a parent with a child. Nothing beats spending a shopping day with mom or a long talk about movies and books with dad. But Trixie could never know that since she never experienced it. Growing up isolated, homeschooled for a fraction of her life, empathy was not her strongest quality. And her god-like cocky attitude grew bigger and bigger as more people who were terrified of her were working for her. Luckily she grew out of most of it, communicating more with the workers around the house and even making friends with some of them. But again, she had superiority over all those people, with a snap of her fingers they could lose their jobs.

And that is why she was so horrified by college because they were equals. She didn't have that sense of control over anyone inside that campus.

"Beatrice," Her father called for her while having a phone call. "Will you help your poor mother with your stuff? I'm on a work call."

Trixie rolled her eyes, they could've just called some moving guys. But no, of course, her father had been infected with this weird 'I wanna be humble' attitude. The man she knew five years ago would've let her do whatever she wanted, and he wanted that guy back. She grabbed the boxes one by one and put them down on the cargo cart, at least they had something to carry them with. Fortunately, her father was kind enough to give Trixie a nice dorm, separate rooms, and even two bathrooms, the living room, and a small kitchen in the same area. She only knew the name and didn't get to choose who she would share her room with though, and that was a bit nerve-wracking.

Even if Trixie didn't wanna admit it, she was a bit of a social media personality, thousands of followers on Instagram. Most of them if not all of them followed her to get a glimpse of that extravagant lifestyle, the expensive events and parties she would attend. In high school, she had to become homeschooled by the end of it because of how jealous some of the girls have gotten. They were jealous of how much attention Trixie got, from everyone, the hottest guys in the school included. So she had a profile and a reputation to keep up, even more now that she'll be more in touch with people of the city of Boston.

"Done?" Her mother asked as Trixie put down the last box.

"I guess," She looked at the entrance of Boston College. "I should probably get inside now." She grasped the handle of the cargo cart.

"Beatrice, we'll escort you inside, you won't take all these boxes to your dorm on your own."

"Okay," She let go of the handle and her dad grabbed it, walking with her to the inside.

Trixie felt a bit comforted by the idea that her college experience wouldn't be like most people's. She would get a dorm that's basically an apartment, having plenty of liberty and time to settle in. There would be no fighting over privacy and she would pretty much live as alone as she did in her own house, right? Or that's how she hoped it worked as a sweet secretary walked her to her dorm. Her name was Bendela and she was so nice that she got two guys to help Trixie with her boxes, leaving her parents behind. She waved at them with a fake excited smile and turned around again, following Bendela.