The Black Swan

Chapter 7 : Everything is happening to soon

Tired, Tired of this life. Upset oh yes I am very so upset.

it has been three months since i reached here, four months since my mother has passed.

 why, why is this happening to me.. why not someone else why me. this house is huge, yes Piers house is huge but his house was classic , tradition, but this house is too modern for my likings, its huge but too mordern . I guess this is what we get if an architect and an interior designer get married.  It's upsetting.

I literally have no friends , feeling so damn alone and that upsets me so much. Eleanor makes sure my mind is busy with something, which was partially is working. every day she will brings me to her work, her clients are all rich and they hire her to be their interior designer. some of them are even celebrities and she gets good money out of it. she even pays me good and later each day she  forces me to go for shopping, whether its for work or  for a movie or just anything to keep me busy.

" no more.. I'm too tired, I'm  going to sleep" I'll argue, but with her its never a win win situation, she will force me up and drag me to wherever she goes. 

" Alone i promise you, i won't kill myself if you left me alone in the house.. you go.." i'll try but it doesn't works with her. i do like her office , she is very corporate. the difference with my mum and her, my mum loves messy, loves inappropriate, dishevel, disordered and slapdash, while with Eleanor, its always clean, professional and systematic. nobody is replacing anybody was clear from the very beginning, since everyone style is different. 

apart from going to work with Eleanor, I also have utter session with Mr and Mrs Stelsor, yes both are husband and wife friends of Eleanor and father. My jerk of a father appointed her to tutor me for this passed three months, its to prepare me for the American syllabus they say. they both control my life and I even approach to them about it, telling them I hate it. That only made them to tell me that there doing their job right since in America, the kids suppose to hate their parents and if they love them it means there doing it wrong. I defeat they won and I have tutor session everyday from five to seven. 

" my husband told your doing very well in maths, try to push harder in American history... and by the time you know it, you will be great in History" Mrs Stelsor said. both of them are teaching me different subjects, Eleanor and dad are paying very good money for the both of them, i do have to admit they are good tutors and they are sweet as well, they tell themselves that they are my couch. 

I smile at her walking her to the door, she is pregnant.. I hope she delivers fast so she won't need to come here any longer. 

Going back to my room, taking a shower, wearing some fitted jeans and a t-shirt. I received a phone call, who else then Pappito.

" you eat, you tell me the truth you eat or not" that was Pappito calling the second time today, he is talking in english recently instead of french and spanish. he says its to help me to get use to this environment that I am currently living in. 

" yes, I ate.." I screamed at him for the third time, I miss this asshole though. I missed arguing with him.

"buena niña" he said  good girl in spanish, he knows I'm pissed, although he didn't see it, I role my eyes. 

'' don't role your eyes.." he said in his warning voice, its like his watching me.. 

" I didn't.." I protest

" you're doing it again" which is true but how the hell does he knows..

" and again.. you're doing it again.. " I couldn't help but to laugh..