My Heavenly Abyss

Chapter 2: The Encounter

My Heavenly Abyss: Chapter 2

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It was the last period for the day but it was the period I dreaded the most: Literature. I've never been really fond of the old stories. I just know that Romeo and Juliet lived happily ever after...or did they? I don't even know.

Tick tock tick tock...

I let out a faint sigh, showing how anxious I am to get out of this hell hole and get ready for the night. I snuck my phone out from my pocket and started to type..

"Haylin. I'll be out tonight again. Let Roger pick you up after soccer practice. Order pizza if you want. Love ya.x"

I pressed send then decided to listen to what boring Ms. Adams had to say about Shakespeare. God, this took too long. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position for me to drift away to dreamland for a few minutes but alas, the bell rang.

HALLELUJAH! I shouted in my mind. I quickly grabbed my bag and rushed toward the door not even saying sayonara to my teacher. She never even liked me anyway. She just saw me as some punk-ass flunkee who's just rich enough to stay in a high class school like Castlebridge. Pfft. I don't care what they think. As long as I can get wasted and NOT get into trouble, I'll be fine despite all the negative criticism I always get.

Although, I feel bad for Haylin. She's always alone in the house especially when mom and dad are out on a trip and I'm too busy with my night life. She's a straight A student and is currently the team captain of her middle school soccer team. She's too kind and caring. I pity her for having a bad influence like me.

I hustle towards my Black Audi A4, nothing special really. Just a present from my dad. I'm not old enough to drive yet so I have Robert, my chauffeur. He's bald and quiet. He also knows how to keep a secret. As I step inside the car, I tell him to drive back to the house and step on it because I'll be late for the opening of a new bar in town.

I know what you're thinking. I'm a 15 year old who loves to drink and party. How do I get in these clubs?

Simple: FAKE ID's. HOLLAAAH.

And besides, I've never even been THAT wasted. Just a little tipsy to make me want to dance more.

I went to my room and quickly changed into my white muscle tee, leather cropped jacket and some leather jeggings. I put on my 4-inch studded heels and I decided to curl my brunette hair. It wasn't the big kind of curls, just the ones where in they looked messy but hot at the same time. I put on my signature smokey eyed make-up because it really makes my blue eyes pop. Some lip gloss and a little bit of perfume, voila! I'm ready to mingle and party the heck out of tonight.

I grabbed my matching purse then bolted through the door and into the car.

"To 26th Street please" I say politely to Robert. I check my phone for any calls from my parents but none. As usual. When we were close to the venue, I took a selfie and posted it on instagram because I looked damn fine tonight.

"Quick selfie before the partying starts! Viva Night Life! hashtagselfie" I clicked share button and locked my phone. We pull up in front of this red carpet and when Robert came to open the door, I saw how many photographers were standing outside. I put a foot out and then proceeded to carry myself out of the car and onto the carpet. To say people just looked at me was an understatement. Everyone turned their heads and stared for awhile as I walked to the club's entrance. Why was everyone staring at me? Was there tissue paper stuck to my shoe or something? Luckily, there wasn't any. I continued to walk and I could hear cameras flicking about, taking pictures of me as I walked, more like strutted down the red carpet to the front doors. I showed my fake ID to the bouncer. Fingers-crossed he wouldn't notice it was a fake. He scanned it for a moment then granted me access. BOOYAH. I'm in. Let the partying commence!