Messed Up Life

Wanna be my date to the prom Vivian? Stop dreaming Vivi its never gonna happen

(The picture above is Bryce Becker.)
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I gasped in horror at the poster. No! Ahhh! I quickly ran out the hall and rushed back home. I walked along the pavement thinking about prom. It was my first year at this new school. Normally I just wore a random dress and glasses with ballet flats. You can tell that I got teased mostly for my zero sense of style. I shook my head as I recounted how prom last year had caused me to leave in tears and move schools. Tears welled up in my eyes and dropped to the floor one by one. I tried to gain control of my emotions, and shut my eyes. After about ten minutes, the tears dried up and I sighed in relief. Then, a voices laughed and sneered,"Well, well, well. Who do we have here. The dumpster girl, isn't it." I looked up and spotted Olivia and her group of friends. Olivia's face looked flushed and there were purple bruises all over her neck. She had obviously just come from Bryce's house. I rolled my eyes irately at my new nickname and replied,"Go away. I'm not in the mood to talk." Olivia smirked and said,"Is it because of the posters hanging all over the school?" I said nothing but felt my face warm. "It is!" Olivia cackled. "Well, I have some advice. Don't keep thinking that Bryce is gonna ask you to be his date. Stop dreaming, Vivi, it's seriously never gonna happen." I brushed past the popular girls and ran the rest of the way, hearing their laughter behind me.
This time, large tears plopped down from my eyes, like heavy rain. I thought, but Vivian, their right! No one is ever gonna ask me to prom. Especially not Bryce. Besides, I never wanted Bryce to be my date. I hardly knew any of the boys in school so I wouldn't know if any of them were right for me. If only I were beautiful, then I might get a boyfriend. If only, if only I didn't have to hide it...
I trudged back home deep in thought until I realized that today was the 31st of July. I almost jumped for joy. I checked my watch and gasped, it was almost 2.30pm! I ran as fast as I could, my tears drying fast and my lips spread into a smile.
For that few minutes on the way home, I felt fearless, the wind pushing onto my face. My glasses were wobbling on the tip of my nose so I trashed them into my bag. My hair whipping around my face, my feet hitting the ground at a rhythmic speed, all my fears and troubles, all my ponders, everything, was gone. Nothing else mattered. I flung myself onto the porch of my house and spotted a sleek Mercedes Benz parked in the front. My heart hammered in my chest. I flung open the jewel encrusted door, only to see the shiny interior of my house. The glass dining table was shining, the marble floors spotless. The ten immense chandeliers hanging from the ceiling of my house, were lit up and sparkling from the touch of the light. The walls were decorated with pictures of me and a tall handsome man. I searched the interior of the house, before rushing up the marble stairs. The stair handles were made of dark oak and quotes were beautifully carved into it. On the second level, there was a long hallway, carpeted with red carpets and lined with lights of every color imaginable. I flicked the switch and the lights came on. The chandeliers lit up and cast a glow all around the hallway. Glass windows lined the walls of the hallway. I hurried through the walkway and came to a fork. I ran as fast as I could towards the right fork and soon entered the right wing of the house. There was the study, the bedroom, the movie room, the conference room and the meeting room. I burst through the bedroom door and squealed in delight. There was a tall man with dark brown hair and stormy gray eyes. He looked up and his face was creased with lines, his lips framed in a kind smile. "Vivian!" The man wrapped his arms around me. "Dad! You're finally back from your business trip!" I hugged my father back. Dad chuckled and replied,"I missed you too Viv. Let's catch up in the penthouse."
~~~~~~~Vivian's Secret~~~~~~~~
Dad was the billionaire of Wisconsin. He travelled overseas frequently for business trips so I had to treasure any time I had with him. This was why I dyed my hair. Everyone knew the story of Milvobo Hastantair. He had met a beautiful woman, Coral Woods. She had chestnut hair with auburn, blonde and brown streaks in it, it was one of a kind and no one else was known to have the type of hair. It was love at first sight. They got married at the age of 19 and lived a happy life. Then something went wrong. After only a year, Coral got tired of Milvobo's multiple refusals to having sex all day and was annoyed. She had begun to cheat on Milvobo with other men, telling him that she was visiting friends, but actually went to other men's houses to sleep with them. After a while, word got back to Milvobo and he annulled the wedding, throwing her out of his house. But he still loved her, so he busied himself with work to forget all about her. That was the story that the whole of Wisconsin knew, maybe even the whole world. However, there was one part that no one, no one except for Coral, Milvobo and I knew. After they annulled the wedding, Coral had had a baby, a child of hers and Milvobo's. Who's that child? Well, it's yours truly, me.
Now why did I hide my true self if I was the child of a beautiful woman and a billionaire? Well, for one, I might be teased for being the child of a slut. And two, Mom (Coral) had collapsed six months ago in the middle of having sex with a random guy. After she had been brought to the hospital, the doctors confirmed that she was suffering from epileptic seizures of a rape that had been conducted by a guy a while ago, which she had not told anyone about. She had sunk into a coma, living in a realm of her own terrible memories. Dad still loved her and had gone back to see her many times, but had forbid me to see her as her state was shocking. She has not even woken up from her coma yet.
I try to hide myself as much as possible, wearing unneeded glasses to look like a nerd. Most of all, I had to hide my hair. I had inherited the amazing hair that Mom had possessed. If I did not hide it, the whole world would know that I was the daughter of Coral Woods and Milvobo Hastantair. It would be utterly humiliating or everyone would gawk at me. I hate being the centre of attention. It had all been my idea of course. Dad was proud of me and did not want me to hide my self, but let me make my own choices. This is why I have looked like a blonde haired and grey eyed (that was totally natural of course) nerd since I was a baby. To be honest, I have never looked at myself in the mirror before without blonde dye and glasses. I am too afraid of what I see. I only know the color of my hair because Dad said that it was that amazing color when I had been born.
~~~~End of Vivian's Secret~~~~~