"OMG, look at her. She's so ugly"
"Yea, look at those glasses, also. I heard geek-type of glasses suit pretty girls better and are so in the range this season! Guess she's late and also, unpretty"
Words..and words like those..taunt my head like a hurricane as I stare in the mirror. I know there was no such thing as the perfect look but I was always scared of being left out or the one not fitting in as you may call it.
I brush my hair lightly as I could even though I was gripping my comb tightly with pressure. Soon, a knock came at the door. My personal lady's maid came in with a basket of folded clothes then walking to the stool behind me. She took the time of twisting my hair into a flawless braid for school.
"Arigato, Lia-san", I said with a soft, gentle voice.
( "Thank you, Lia" )
She nodded her head, gesturing 'your welcome' with a smile.
I twisted the door knob of my room, gently then sauntering out, to the staircase. The marble flooring of the staircase was smooth and cold, as I have always admired it. In normal households, mornings would be quiet and peaceful but not like mine..
In the mornings, it would be quite busy. The maids and butlers rushing from room to room, preparing work from the break of dawn.
When I was younger, I would wake up around 2am in the morning just to secretly watch 'The Lion King 1-3' on the '60-inch-flat-screen' TV. By the time the movie marathon I personally had, ended, I would hear the busy voices of the maids and butlers, indicating the sun rise. Also, the head of the maids, Michelle, would have a sharp demanding tone just to make the start of the day perfect.
Once I reached the end of the marble staircase, I would walk into the dining room to have breakfast. On weekdays, I would eat buttered toast with herbal tea. I tend to read storybooks while having breakfast unlike other kids who would be watching 'The Dr. Oz Show' or 'The Ellen Show'.
Ever since I was 12, I always wanted to be on 'The Ellen Show' to be completely honest. Talking about personal lives and things.
After breakfast, I would walk to the living room to get my bag for school. Hence, my personal butler also waits for me there to take me to the limo.
Yes, I do go to school in a limo. The pampered life.
My bag is a sling bag. 2 pockets in front with a cover, opening to the main part of the bag. The cover would have a diamond in the middle, which is the "lock", kinda? The bag is not too small, not too big.
I envy other kids at school. Talking about what new things they have gotten or bought and how much their parents were annoying. I always gotten what I wanted just by saying it to my dear mother or 'so-to-speak, servants'.
Also, my mother is always busy, working hard. My father may have died, leaving a huge amount of money behind but my mother still works a lot, as the music producer of the most popular company.
Mother was always busy but we would see each other at least twice a day, at breakfast and at dinner. After dinner, she sometimes has enough free time to spend with me. Especially, asking about how's my day.
Mother tries to spend time with me as much as she can.
I would arrive at school, 10 meters away from the gate. I did not want to be known by other kids that I was a rich girl or my mother was THE Alice Miles. Once people know shit about you, they have a different image of you. School is probably like what some kids call it, A Living Hell-Prison.
I would walk to the school gates, briskly as the limo drives past me, as if nothing happened. Today was Thursday, so today is Toffee Thursday. They would be giving out toffee mug cakes in the hallway and the teachers do not mind us eating them during first to second period. And-
What the hell did I just hit? Now I forgot what I wanted to say
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Here, let me help you up",a soothing male voice went through my ears.
I looked up from the floor and met a pair of emerald green eyes. The male pulled me up from the floor, just like he said. He gave a quick smile and waved, running into the direction of the school counters. I could not help but blush, thinking of the sight of the warm smile that boy gave me.
I placed my hands to my cheek, in a dreamily daze. I slowly staggered to my locker, not caring of what the world thought of me. I took my History Book and shut the door of my locker, calmly. I took a toffee mug cake on the way to History class.
Sigh..
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