Mafia Marriage

Involved With the Mafia

In the back row of the classroom sat Jennifer Roselli. Much like every other student she was bored, pretending to pay attention to what the teacher was saying. She chose to sit in the back where she would be ignored most of the time. She liked being invisible, but being invisible sometimes got lonely. 

She was the first to admit that she was wallowing in self pity but couldn't help and sit there while continuing to do so. She thought about how lonely she felt. No one cared about her, she'd been a mess since her mother had died. Now she was alone, her father was always on business trips or so he said but even when he was there, he wasn't really there. 

And when he said he went on business trips she knew better than to believe him, she had heard maids, bodyguards and practically everyone else gossiping about her father's escapades. He supposedly had a different woman in his bed every night. There wasn't anything wrong with that, he was a widower and she didn't expected him to be alone for the rest of his life. 

The part that bothered her was the fact that the women she had seen him with were almost the same age as herself. 

Sometimes she felt jealous of them because he father spent more time with them instead of her. But there were other times, which were most of the times, when she simply felt pity for them. To her father, Armando Roselli, women were disposable or so he said. The sad part was like many women, those girls thought they could be 'the one' and change the careless womanizer. 

Calling him careless however wasn't true, he did care. He cared for himself and he cared about his money. 

People often described her father as an ambitious, intelligent, businessman. But to Jennifer he was just a man that happened to be her father. He didn't hate her, she almost wished he did because that would mean he knew she existed.

She always tried to shake those hurtful thoughts away but somehow they creeped back in. But she wasn't the same girl she had been when her mother first died. That girl would have been crying by now, not caring who heard or saw her. Not her, not anymore. She had learned to control her feelings, or at least hide them until she could be alone to continue wallowing in self pity once again. 

She could've kept thinking about her fucked up life for hours, but thankfully the bell had finally rung. Everyone shuffled around putting papers into their backpacks hurrying to escape from the prison known to the public as school. 

After packing her notebook and pen, Jennifer walked out and headed to her locker to put her heavy books away so that she could finally leave. She saw her old friends walking by, ignoring her. She had gotten used to it and couldn't help but smile sadly, disappointed in herself. How could she have been stupid enough to be friends with them and think that those friendships would last? The minute she had come back changed after her mother's death they couldn't cope with her sudden attitude change. They couldn't cope. Her mother had died in front of her, but somehow they were the ones that couldn't cope. The longer she thought about it she felt like laughing it was hilarious in a twisted way. As if on cue her new best friend Ashley appeared on her side with a sympathetic smile, interrupting her once again depressing thoughts.