Before The Happy Ending

Chapter 1

I stood in front of the mirror, sighing as I ran my hand down my new outfit. It was a sparkly blue spagetti strap with a white silk cover that went halfway down my back. I also had on a white knee-length skirt and skarly blue flats. It wasn't at all my style, but I just had to suck it up. If my parents were happy, so was I.

Though, the truth was, I was rarely ever happy. My parents tried showering my with gifts, but none of them were things I actually needed. Who needs a 93 inch high-definition television? Nobody. It took them so long to instal something so unnessecary. Though of course, if I complained, I would get the

"Any other kid would love this stuff, so you should be grateful," lecture.

Most kids wanted a giant television, a king sized water bed, a giant walk in closet full of clothes, and getting fancy food every day. Then again, I wasn't most kids. Even though I had to admit the water bed is nothing to complain about, a twin sized one is all I really need. A 50 inch television at the most is fine by me. At least then I could see everything on the screen. Also, being able to wear baggy band t-shirts and jeans with sneakers every day would be paradise for me. As for the food? GIve me a bucket of fried chicken and I'm happy.

Sighing once again, knowing I couldn't do anything about it, I picked up my expensive backpack that shed glitter ever six seconds and was heavy as heck and swung it around my shoulder. Saying a quick good-bye to my parents, I rushed out the door before they could nag me about breakfast.

I grabbed my keys out of the little pocket on my bookbag and hopped into my car. It was a black BMW. Of course though, all I wanted was a truck. Any kind. Though apparently, "Trucks are for poor people." After looking up different prices, I proved them wrong but there was no truck for me. They wanted me to also act like a "proper lady" though that wasn't going to happen.

Pulling up to school, I climbed out of the car and was greeted by many people very quickly. That was the last thing that was terrible about being rich. Everybody used you for the things you had. It was extremely hard to find true friends. I had none since my school was filled with gold-diggers and people who wanted nothing to do with the popular, rich brats.

After getting into the school, I sat down at my first hour class and pulled out the homework from last night. Then, I pulled out my reading book when I was greeted by Mary Tassalono.

"Do you actually do your homework or do you pay someone to do it for you?" she sassed, walking away before I could answer. I heard annoying, high pitched giggles coming from her and her friends. If you didn't actually know her, you would think she would be a popular. Nope. The exact opposite.

"Alright class, settle down," Mrs.Collins said, walking into the classroom. She sat at her desk and started the lesson, though it was hard to pay attention since the kid beside me wouldn't stop flirting with the girl behind him. It was sick and pretty loud. At least to me it was. Sighing once again, I tried hard to take notes.

Class was over before I knew it. I went to second period, third, fourth, then fifth. Little did I know, that the second I entered my fifth hour class, news had just struck my house that would change my life forever.