Deceiving Destiny

Chapter 1: No Prince Charming for dear ol' Cinderella

Chapter 1: No Prince Charming for dear ol' Cinderella

My mornings are the same as ever- silent as the night; still as the statue. Sometimes I wonder if I got cursed by some Olympian god for my silly wishes when I was a kid- like wanting to be immortal and spending eternity with my prince- because the way my life is spinning right now, omen would be a light word to describe it.

Ever since Mom and Dad's stubborness wore off- they finally gave up about stitching their 'love' together- I've been alone as far as I can remember. They're barely even home- not that they still insist on living together because the moment they shouted 'It's over!' to each other, Mom- having been graced with Zephyr's speed- packed her bags, threw away her wedding ring, threw a fit comparable to Mount Doom's explosion, stormed off the house in just a blur- putting Guiness' fastest runner's record to shame.

Maybe they're ashamed of how things ended- that big talk about staying together until they breathed their last breath and fabricating their own fairy tale didn't work out after all; or maybe because there's too much pain and frustrations in this house, too much memories they're still not ready of facing and letting go. Humans are frivolous that way; no matter how much grievance that thing or person caused them, they will still find a way of holding on to it in the most inconspicious and intractable way possible.

I glanced at my bedside clock and saw that it's 6:00 in the morning, two hours before my classes start. Yeah, I'm weird that way. If you're basically living with inanimate objects, not to mention that the house is entrenched in frigidity, you'll slowly develop a thirst for freedom and outlandishness.

My phone beeped, indicating that I have a message. I lifted it off the table and saw that I actually have 2 unread messages- one from my boyfriend Nate, and the other one from my dad. I chose to open the former since I knew exactly what dad's message will contain- "Hi Sweetie, sorry about yesterday night. I know I promised you that I'll be home but work got in the way, you know how busy it is in here. Be good, I'll be home today. Love you."- and I'm not sure if I can handle another round of disappointment.

Don't get me wrong I'm not a masochist, the kind who craves pain to feel that she's alive and real, or a naif person who's clueless about what's happening around her; sometimes, I just turn into this little girl who wanted her dad back, her family back but I guess it could never happen again.

FROM: Nate

Good Morning baby, how're you feeling? Hope you're okay after what happened last Saturday. Just avoid them and they'll do the same. Meet you at school. Loveyou.

I re-read Nate's text for a dozen times before finally giving up about deciphering what he really feels. He's always like this, telling me to just hold my shit together- in the nicest way possible, the type wherein you'll feel bad about confronting him- and never tell his friends to fuck off; at the same time, being sweet and mushy.

I decided to just let it go and to get ready for school. After all, that's where I'm good at- avoiding things and pretending that everything will be alright, that I am alright.

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"Hi nerd, where did all those hardbound books go off to? Oh wait, don't tell me you've decided to swallow it to acquire immense knowledge? Are you planning to rule this world and disperse your kind? Oh god please no, one of your kind is enough." Bob, the school's jester with a really plain face and a bad case of acne, snickered beside me, earning a laugh from his friends. I was currently standing idly in front of my locker, waiting for Nate since we usually go to first period together, when I was herded by 'the in crowd'. It's not news flash that I was the victim of their luxurious hobby called bullying; it's been this way ever since Mom's erratic escapades with her younger lover spread around town.