Ten Years Apart

Chapter 2

I HATE EVERYTHING IN OUR SCHOOL. I hate the teachers and students. They were all fake. They dare to smile at me when I meet them, but when I turn my back, they say whatever they say. They said I was a bitch, a relationship wrecker, a boyfriend stealer, a slut, and even a hooker. As if I will be affected by what they say. I'm still young, I've been told things so I won't be hurt anymore. Fakers!

What I abhorred the most was when they accused me of being a boyfriend stealer, slut, and even a hooker. Sure, I was a bitch, I was mean. But a boyfriend stealer? My God. What was wrong with their twisted little minds? I don't steal boyfriends. I don't have any friends that I hang out with in my free time, so is it still a boyfriend? Did they leak? They made me vomit. Breathing the same air they were breathing just made me sick.

Fake, fake, fake.

"How was school? Did you enjoy it?" I was agonizing over nothing when my driver spoke. That's what he always asked when he picked me up. As if he really cared. This guy really knew how to ruin my mood. I'm already in a bad mood, but it's even worse because of this poor man's speech. I just glared at him, but he only smiled back at me.
I rolled my eyes. Tailed van. Why is it that I can get rid of it?

It had been a year since he started working as my so-called maid. Just like the helpers who passed by me, I also tortured Elmer. I hoped that he would disappear from my path soon and I would never see his smiling smile again, but I failed. No matter what nonsense I do, he still stays. He will always laugh at me. He is not angry with me either. He always greeted me with a smile.

He smiles at me like I'm not a bad person. I hated the kindness he was showing. I tried everything. All the silly things I did to my former assistants, I also did to Elmer. I showered him with paint, but he just laughed at me and then poured paint on me as well.I put frogs where he slept, but it just turned out that he was just playing with the frogs. I burned his clothes, but he said it was fine because it was old.

Gosh, doesn't he know how to get angry? Or was he just really good at hiding the anger he really felt?

Once while Elmer was cleaning the yard, I let our three labrador dogs out. I thought they would chase him and bite him, but my plan backfired on me. The dogs chased me. I jumped into the swimming pool in no time. He just laughed as he walked towards me.

I'm getting more and more tired of him as time goes on. His smiling insulted me. How can he smile when he is poor and poor in life? As time went on, I became more and more angry with him. Did I already say that I hate him?

"Hey!" I called Elmer.

He just looked in the rearview mirror. He was smiling again. "Yes, Miss?" he answered. "Are you going to answer my question? How is your school? Is it fun?"

"As if!" I rolled my eyes. "Why are you still working for me? I've tortured you several times, but you still won't leave. Are you that poor? The only thing that matters to a poor person is money, right? Tell me, how much do you need to leave? that's your job."

Elmer stared at me, then smiled again. "Money is not important to me, Miss Faye. Sure, I'm just poor and I'm working to raise my family out of poverty.But if I don't use what I earned, it won't make sense. I want to work hard for my earnings. I want what my family eats from my blood and sweat."

"You poor people look like it's just money," I said.

He just focused on the road. "It's not like that. But you're right. There are poor people who only think about money. You haven't experienced poverty, eh. You were born with everything in front of you. But us? We still have to work just to eat and get through the day-to-day," he added. "I like my job. At first, it was difficult, but as time went by, I started to love you. Especially you. I consider you a friend and not a boss."