Hiraeth // H.S.

Chapter 3

ONE WEEK LATER

The day after I met that Harry guy, my aunt took me shopping just as she promised she would. I didn't buy too many things though, because I didn't want to be spoiled and make her purchase for me all the expensive stuff. I was never the girl who cared about designer shit and the most important thing in my life wasn't how expertly I could manage to match the color of my eye shadow to my outfit. My life is far more complicated than that shit. But the thing is I don't even envy these kids, because everything in their life is fake. They wake up every morning to the same big old house, same exquisite breakfast, and the same servants who are on their every beck and call. They don't have anything to look forward to, and they will never have the satisfaction of feeling like they've actually worked hard for something and accomplished it on their own, not without the many calls of their CEO fathers. I absolutely despise that.

I like to think that I'm actually worthy of achieving something due to my determination and beliefs, and that maybe, just maybe, I will be able to do all of that on my own. I am not a positive person, far from that actually, but that's because I have my own personal reasons. It does stop me from doing a lot of things that I really want to do, and stops from seeing the potential in everyone, but I still have hope that the world is actually a really nice place, and that everyone has a purpose. I want to have a purpose too.  

I spent the majority of that week cuddled up in my bed, either watching reruns of Gossip Girl and munching on American snacks that we don't have back in Canada, or reading books. If I could spend my whole life doing that, I wouldn't ever complain. But that's the thing, you can never do what you like, unless you do the things that you don't like first. And the thing that I don't like is going to my new school.

Today is my first day, and to say that I've never been less excited about something in my life would be the understatement of the century. And the worst thing is that stupid school requires a unified uniform. Who the fuck wears uniforms to school anymore? What is this, the 1960's?   

At exactly 7:00 in the morning, my aunt barged into my room and surprised me half to death. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth in my private bathroom, then stumbled into my room to get dressed. My uniform consisted of a red and black plaid skirt that's too short for my liking because my butt is practically hanging out of it. It also comes with a white button up shirt  and a black tie that goes along with it, knee-high white socks that I replaced with some black tights, and a black blazer that I decided to ditch because it's way too hot in Los Angeles, or I just have a serious sweating problem. I brushed my hair quickly and left it down without any design because I'm sure as hell not trying to impress anyone there. And of course, I didn't apply any makeup, even though my aunt insisted to buy a shit load of it when we went shopping. When I looked at my reflection in my full body length mirror, I felt like the minor sluts who follow Blair Waldorf in Gossip Girl wherever she goes, just to be completely humiliated and belittled by everyone else. But that's definitely not the vibe that I want to give off.

While I was marching down the stairs to have breakfast, a voice from behind startled me.

"Do you really think it's a wise decision for you to wear this skirt around my house, Della?" Mason coos.

"Good morning to you too, Mase." I greeted presumptuously.

After having breakfast, my aunt informed me that a driver will be taking us and bringing us back from school everyday. After kissing us goodbye, we went down and drove off with our chauffeur. What's even more depressing is that I'm not only sharing a house with Mason, but also my school. I won't get a break now, will I?

The car ride was full of me inquiring about the school, and Mason responding to my unnecessary questions. When the car was getting near the school's property, Mason informed me of picking up my schedule from the principal's office, to which he'll guide me to. Finally when we arrived, we hopped out of the car and made our way into the school's gate. The school's architecture looked very posh and superior. The engineers must have worked really hard on this building cause it looks like the kind of buildings people travel across the world to see. Impressive start.  While we were walking towards the principal's office, I glanced around to see what my future surroundings will look like. Just as I guessed, the students were dressed very elegantly, with endless shiny jewelry all over their bodies and ten inch heels that if I ever wore, I would fall head first and probably get admitted to the hospital.