Fiberglass World

~Chapter One~

"Sometimes, secrets are best just kept hidden under lock and key." That's what my mom taught me from a early age on. We never talk about family tragedy, wars, things going on in the world. My mother is fine living in her little perfect bubble of privilege, and so is my father. Both resistant to change, just like most rich in today's society. All my life, I have been shielded from the real world, always getting what I want given to me on a gold-plated platter. My parents have always taught me to smile and wave at the camera, give to the less fortunate, but not too much, for that will make them greedy.

One time, when I was eight years old, I asked my mom why I couldn't have poor friends; she simply responded, "They're not like us, Aracelia. You must learn to stay in your lane." With a wave of her hand, I was shut up in my room while she and father left for Paris, for the third time this month. I was told that my father owns a billion-dollar company that deals in finances, but, of course, only the richest can receive his services. They have clients all over the world; they once handled finances for Queen Elizabeth II of England.

The creaking over my bedroom door snapped me out of thought. I looked up to see my mother's shining smile. She had pale skin, a slim figure, and defined cheekbones, like that of a celebrity too shy to admit that they did Botox. She was wearing a red sparkly dress with accompanying heart earrings. "It's time for school, darling." She said her smile never faltered. "Charles is waiting for you in front of the manor." She then closed the door. A maid quickly rushed into my room, grabbing my uniform for me, which was just two steps away. "Thank you," I started, unable to finish my sentence as the maid scurried out of the room.

After throwing on my uniform, I went downstairs, sliding down the spiral railing of our staircase. I heard my father scolding me as I waved goodbye, sliding out of the door and into the limo. Charles has been my own personal escort since I was just a little girl. He knew my routine well, and was expentional at keeping secrets. He pulled off, starting his daily rant about how annoying my parents are, with me just nodding along. He cracked a joke as we pulled into the parking lot of my favourite coffee shop, "Sip Happens." 

I walked into the shop, the instant smell of expresso filled dreams hitting me, Marissa, the cashier, saw me and grinned. She punched in my order without even having to ask me what it was. She then leaned on the counter, eyeing the limousine outside. "Is Charles with you?" Her voice was serene and calm as she said this. I nodded, "When is he not?" I straightened the tie of my uniform, then I jumped onto the counter, sitting on it. I could hear my mothers voice now. "Acaceila Hernandez-Myers, get off that counter right now!" I chuckled at the thought.

Marissa punched something into the register, then put a 5 dollar bill in, pushing it shut, she grabbed two croissants, and two doughnuts. She then grabbed two coffees from her coworker. She put everything on the counter, and waved her hand dimissvley when I pulled out my wallet. "Girlfriend, you keep this place alive, please, take it on the house." I shook my head, "Marissa, I couldn't." She didn't wanna hear it. She put the croissants and doughnuts into a bag, then shoved it in my hand, the two coffee's in the other hand. She then came out from behind the counter, pushing me out the door. "Love you, girlfriend!" She then smiled something evil, as she walked back inside, locking the door so couldnt come back in and pay.

I handed Charles a croissant, a doughnut and the other coffee. He smiled, "Marssia?" his voice was thick with curiosity. "Yup." I said, buckling seatbelt. He tried to hsi his blush as he put his gloves back on, smoothly driving me to school.

Charles waved me goodbye once we got there, I rushed into the school to avoid the trampezze that was about to sweep through once the warning bell rung. I walked into my history class, taking my seat in the back corner of the class, the one desk that retains no light, since the light above the desk is broken, and shades around it drawn back. I look over to my right, intrigued by the sight I see.

I've never really talked to Garver. He's the type that kids tend to avoid for the sake of their own image, he comes from a poor family, he's here on a scholarship. Full-ride, from what I hear. He had round cheeks, that are for some reason always red. His ears are too big for his small head. He's on the thicker side, with what some would call a beer belly, he's short, too, which is not helping him out any. He's always quiet, but takes notes faster than I ever could. He's also super smart, always getting 100% on all hsi tests, causing popular kids to despise him.

Apparently, I've been staring too long, because, next thing I know, he walked up to my desk, his face redder than a cherry. "I'm Garver," he said, smiling, "Garver Roronoa." He said, extending his hand. I shook it, his dark skin highlighted my pale skin. I gave him my best smile. "I'm-" he cut me off, "The fabled Aracelia Hernendez-Myers." I felt mass confusion started to creep inside my body. "Fabled?" I asked with a tilit of my head. Garver simply nodded, "Everyone talks about you," he started, "The way you dress, the way you have a perfect tan in the middle of winter. All the boys wish that their girlfriends were like you."

I thought for a minute, I don't know weather to be flattered or uncomfortable. I looked at Garver, he was pulling at the collar of his uniform. "I know this is a long shot," Relunctantly, he asked, "Can we hang out after school?" He seemed cool enough, and I knew my mother would not be happy with me having a poor friend. So, of course, i gave him my brightest smile and said, "Of course! Meet me outside the cafeteria after the sports bell." With that, Garver Roronoa became my new best friend.