Prologue
Having a brother is the most wonderful thing in the world.
I’ve always wanted an older brother—or if possible, a younger brother. But no, the odds were against the fact of me having an older brother.
Instead, I was stuck with a horrendous sister who’s too popular for her own good—seriously, I keep hearing things that I’m not supposed to hear coming out of her room, and my room was three rooms away. I’m surprised my parents don’t wake up to the sound of passionate love-making every night. Then again, their room’s in the other side of this humongous mansion.
And here I was, lying in bed, ears filled with cotton buds to prevent the sounds from infiltrating my system.
So let’s start my story.
My name’s Alexandra Rose. I’m fifteen years old—although I’m actually taller than most fifteen year olds—and I am fairly thin. No, I am not skinny; I am one of those not too fat, not to skinny types of girls. Yes, I am proud of it. Other than that fact, I have green eyes and brown hair, which is very dull and is not soft at all. Maybe it’s because I’m not fond of combing, I don’t know.
I live a normal life—well, maybe not-so-normal. I have a sister who brings different guys from our school every night (I think it’s her life’s dream to have sex with all guys from our school), a mother who couldn’t care less about me, and a father who I absolutely adore and respect. I was a straight A student (I think it’s because I’m Asian), and I didn’t have social problems, other than the fact that I was considered a nerd at school. Most teenagers didn’t have to deal with permanent marker writings on their lockers (“GO BACK TO CHINA!”, chocolate drinks on their science homework, worms in their rubber shoes, and other things.
If you call my life normal, then, I guess we’re on the same page, and you could be my friend.
I push myself out of bed. The erotic sounds have disappeared—praise the Lord. It was three in the morning; I figured Alice would say goodbye to her boyfriend any time soon.
Looks like I’m ready to start the day.
My schedule goes like this: Study, bathe(memorize while bathing), eat, go to school (study in the bus), try to clean my locker, get my books out, Science, History—insert other subjects here—Lunch (study and be tortured while eating lunch), PE, --insert other subjects here—ride the bus home (again, study in the bus), study, bathe(yes, again. I like feeling clean), study, put on cotton buds, sleep.
It was like that every single day. The teacher didn’t bother changing the schedule. We had all classes in one day. My life consists of studying.
I don’t even know why I’m studying.
Maybe it’s because I want to be famous.
Maybe it’s because I want to be rich—someday.
Maybe it’s because I want to succeed in life.
But no, it wasn’t like that.
I hated studying. To be honest, I’m just putting up with it—there was nothing better to do other than study.
I don’t know what I want to do with my life.
