Under the stars

Chapter 5

I exit the plane with the same amount of animosity I had when I entered it and it purely stunned me. I was in Italy now and it was my new home. I can never find a home but I have to make do. My nerves have slowly melted away and I feel almost invincible as I ended one of the largest terrors of my life with a single call and a leap of faith. My school life was not one to mess with as I was a force to reckon with but anyone can be broken down and I had and still have absolutely no friends but believe it or not I did befriend one girl during some time there and that ended in absolute flames. Her name was Mila and she totally hung out with me and pretended to be friends with me for a whole six months, yep a long game player in the making. The reason I say she pretended to be friends with me was because apparently there was some bet she and her actual friends made and it was to pose as my friends and find out my darkest secrets and expose me. I may have been tiny but I was not a cowering coward and I was ready to use my fist towards any bullies but when she strided in with her queen bee and group of minions and screamed out my darkest secrets for everyone to hear my heart broke before my very eyes. 

Now I know I sound dramatic but she was my first and only friend and the pain to wish she caused with that was irreversible. Although I was tiny, my weight was a real trigger for me. I felt as if I was overweight everyday of my life and with the negative thoughts my parents put in my heads everyday it was no shocker. It hurt when she caught me in the act. She comforted me and made me feel better. I looked in her eyes and saw nothing but sincerity but wow that flipped like a light switch. The bittersweet feeling of revenge taunted my lips when I posted her online on embarrassing party videos causing her to switch schools. She probably overcame her past but I have not and after that incident and what she did to me I am certain I am still overweight and I am sure I sound crazy but I was so naive and really believed blood runs thicker than water and boy did that prove me wrong.

Anyway I have always been strong but my foster parents did a good job beating it out of me and over the time period of life I have realised kind and sweet does not get you anywhere if you want something come and take it. I am quite immersed in underground activities such as underground racing and fighting both illegal I know but it helped me make some good bucks I tell you that. I was particularly good at it though I really wondered where I got that from because with my body state that stuff just comes natural to me I tell you. That is what excited me about Italy the most they were known for the notorious lists of underground activity and illegal activity was particularly active in this region I wonder what my brothers do for a living to be staying in such a area. Don't get me wrong it is lavish stunning and beautiful I observed that through the car ride it almost felt surreal and illegal looking at the beauty of the environment it came to a standpoint where I was almost jealous of what my brothers where exposed to whilst growing up and I was stuck in a rickety old basement trying to make ends meet every damn day. 

Life is luck I have learnt that the hard way I mean I can just imagine myself growing up here if I was not kidnapped I assumed, I would probably be the queen bee or perfect barbie everyone sees with a perfect family but is that the real me, no and I would rather be me over anyone else plus those types of girls disgust me living their whole life of 'daddy's' money getting the newest fashion car everyday and busting a couple million on a shopping spree nothing normal they claim. I just hoped they are not rich brats and snobs who judged me with every fibre in their being because of my current state and past housing but then again they had no one to blame but themselves I mean who seriously does not search that hard for their acclaimed missing daughter who appears years later sounds a bit to cliche for me but whatever life is not perfect and it is not like I walked out of a fairytale either.

The car suddenly came to a halt, shocking me as I was too busy in my own thoughts to notice it. Well Miss Evelyn it seems as though you have reached your destination. I wish you a goos time. I cast him a sweet smile. I mean who can't resist it to such a kind soul such as his. I gingerly take the full mansion into view and am left flabbergasted at a loss of words for this beauty. I long established that my brothers are rich but this, this is life filthy rich like billionaire material like what on earth do you do for a living to earn this type of money. The bodyguards, drivers, jet, staff, helpers everything it is overwhelming me like it is to much and whilst I should be grateful somehow my heart yearns for a simple average household I wouldn't be surprised if they has maids and cooks these people where served their life on a silver spoon and it seems as if though they worked for nothing. Well they don't have to worry I will give them a run for their money. 

I mustered up my courage and pressed the doorbell and fantasizing whether or not it was made of gold but I guess that does not matter however the people on the other end probably do. It's like opening another chapter of my life and it is scry and an indescribable feeling, I sound like one of those emotional teenage girls straight out of a book fantasy but whether people tell you this or not it is true but I guess I was destined for this, I'd rather face this like women over a coward the last thing I need here is a bad homelife and school rep, I fortunately moved from my old school in hopes to leave it in the past and I am not letting some stuck up rich kids ruin my highlight teen years.