And It Was All Fate

1. I am Myra''

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You must have heard about those people who live for others, who love people or about those who simply like to live alone and don't interact with others, but I am not like that. I know it's nothing special, but believe me, I am a piece of work. That is what they say. Who? Who else? People around me.

Though I usually don't care what people have to say but I must say they are right this time. I am a piece of piece of work. I love the way I am. I love myself. Who am I? I am Myra. I am a sixteen-year-old girl with studying in a boring private school. My father is a billionaire who loves my mother and his business.

My father often complains about how I took his wife away from him. Sometimes, I think he is my stepfather, but it doesn't matter because I don't like him that much either. Although I love my mother. Albeit I don't love her more than myself. Yeah, I am selfish and careless person.

Now about my school life:

Though I never pay attention in class, I love to read different books in the library. No, not stupid literature like novels, rom-coms, etc. I love to read books about science and technology. Yeah, I am a nerd.

I also conduct scientific experiments in my school lab, which people famously call "Myra's 101 pranks." I know! ... People are stupid, right? They don't understand my ingenuity.

I never care about my grades, but I am always at the top of my class for some reason.

I also have some friends because of my father who loves to socialize with people. I don't mind his extroverted life, but he wants me to live my life like him. He wants me to be a social butterfly while I struggle to make a small conversation with people.

He introduced me to Claire, who happens to have a princess syndrome. Well, again... I don't care, but the girl loves to toy with me, and I am too lazy to argue with her. One of the many reasons why I hate her.

On top of that, Claire is beautiful, and not just beautiful. One could say that her beauty is out of this world. And yes, all boys have a crush on her. On top of that, she is so girlish that it gives me willies. Again, Important don't care, but when she drags me with her group and I feel like some oddball who is desperate for attention.

One more thing, I have been hanging out with her group for 2 years, but I still don't know anything about their lives. I am too lazy to pay attention.

I know it's embarrassing, but it's just how I am. Charming, unique, and weird, who loves herself so much so, that I can write poetry about myself:

Yes, I love myself.

Yes, I don't care.

Yes, I...

"Myra, get up...You are late for school," my mother said.

I try to open my heavy lids to have a good look at my mother who is beautiful woman in her forties. Her light blue-coloured dress shines brightly due to the sunlight falling directly at her body.

"Five more minutes, Lily," I pleaded

"Mom, I am your mother...And get up, or I am calling your father," Mom said.

"Please don't...Don't do that, beautiful...You know how much I hate that man," I said.

" Myra! He is your father! ", she said with loud voice.

"Are you sure that I am not from some other guy who you used to date?" I say with a smirk.

"Myra!" Mom hissed, clearly embarrassed.

"Aww, you look so cute when you are embarrassed.", I said. And then she stormed out of the room.

I finally got up to have a shower.