Wild Space

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I walk down the pavement, watching people crawl towards their destinations and intentions. If there is one thing that I love, then it is to watch people and observe their emotions. There is something soothing about that.     

It's true that the emotions inside of you will reflect perfectly through your face and eyes. I have watched, experimented and concluded it with my theory. Don't tell me I am wrong or ask how I can be so sure of it. I am just sure of it and that's that. Have a problem? I am not a math equation.

I tuck my hands deeper into my jacket pocket as Faded by Allen Walker blared in my ears.

I am just a plain Jane kind of girl without any major dreams or ambitions but I would like to run away from my home someday. I like to act and stay natural when certain personas in my life expect me to act like Cinderella. 

Stopping Alan Walker, my ringtone alerted me of an incoming call and to be honest, it was the same person I wanted to escape from. I answered the call and remained silent.

"LIANA, where are you?" the voice from the other side greeted me a lovely hello.

'Don't burst my earbuds, lady.' I muttered to myself before I replied in a fake cheery voice my mom, "Hi mom, I am fine, thank you very much."

"Don't... act smart with me."

"And that's not the end of our conversation, am I correct?"

"Answer me, where are you?"

"Not that I complain, but thank you for your concern?"

"You and you're... don't tell me you forgot about the party tonight." She was sounding particularly ridiculous with her attempt in some foreign accent. Sheesh, woman! No one is gonna fancy you.

"Oh, wait, let me think; the umpteenth party that I refused to be a part of?" I scoffed.

"Shut up, and be here NOW. You know how important this party is." Yeah, the same dialogue again, "yeah, every party is one another important one for you, right? I get it. But, mom, no!"

"Liana, do you want me to freeze your account. And tell me then how will you do whatever you do with it?"

"You can't do that!" I stopped dead in my tracks knowing well my mom will do it.

"Oh, I will." Now, she sounded so smug. 

"Fine, but, I won't wear your Gucci, Vera or Dior."

"Neither will you wear the cheap Wal-Mart dresses." How dare her she mock my favorite clothing!

"If I'll come, I get to decide my dress." I tried to sound pissed, how dare she mock me? 

"Stop arguing, my makeup artist is frowning a lot since it's the fifth time she is redoing my makeup. Be here before she leaves. You only have one hour and thirteen minutes"

"Mom, seriously, you don't need another coat of expensive paint. And neither do I need a fresh coat of disgusting chemicals."

I hung up. I do not certainly want to sound like a rich, ungrateful bitch, yet; but I am entitled to be a little adamant in getting my way since, first, why can't my parents accept me for who I am and... two, why can't they love me like I am a normal person.

This must be the umpteenth party that they are forcing me to attend since it's that important for my parent's business. What's more? I should behave like a well polished rich brat who brags about the number of diamonds on her bracelet or about the worth of her latest necklace.