The Perfect Daughter

Chapter 1: The Perfect Daughter

I don't get it why people has to be everywhere everytime. I hate how they think they're so much better than the others, thinking that no one can beat them, that no one can be like them. Well nobody wants to really, I mean if they are decent persons they wouldn't wish to be one. Even I would never be like them or hell be one of them and mind I tell you, there's no way in that'll ever happen.

Ashley Catrina James an 18 year old senior who's father is the Head of Security and who's mom is a professional doctor. Ashley was fond of things that are boyish like but her appearance can still be a girl and everybody around her finds her perfect.

Ever since I was born I never wanted to be a girl. I'm afraid that I'll end up like those brats that acts like a complete humiliation. That's how I describe people with my own eyes. They can stand the embarrassment that they do in where they stand. They can even do hell of things in front of many people and make a scene. Ugh I hate that! Well, it's not my problem now is it? My problem now is being in a family where I am an only child with the parents raising a Perfect Daughter.

Ashley's POV

I was reading a book that I just bought with the title The Despicable Guy. I was home alone because my overprotective and loving parents won't let me out saying that the heavy rain might wash me away in the middle of nowhere and won't be able to make it back home safe. So much for being an only child.

*Ring Ring* *Ring Ring*

My iPhone suddenly rang and at the same time disturbed me in my heavenly world.

"Hello?" I answered the phone not looking who it is calling because I was too preoccupied with reading.

"Hey there. What's my baby girl doing in this time of day?"

Oh right, who could it possibly be other than my dad checking up on me? And oh! It's the fourteenth time he called me this afternoon. That's so parent-y.

"Hey dad I'm reading. Just bought this book and apparently, it's about love again. Thinking maybe it'll have an effect on your baby girl since she'll be graduating soon." I joked.

I heard my dad laugh at that joke. "Well, with a lady like you? I think you have to do a lot more than reading love stories to find love." He chuckled.

Well actually he's right. I don't find guys amusing or others in that case. It's just I don't admire what other people are or what they have. I just don't.

"Well you should be proud Mr. Head of the Department of Security. You have the most wonderful daughter in the world."

I said mocking him since the Department of Security is in his hands now leaving him incharge in pressing charges at bad people and with other means bad people that will come near my daughter.

"Indeed I have the most -self-absorbed- wonderful daughter in this world." He laughed. At the same time I did too. We treat each other like best buds and talk like we're bestfriends. Some things never change.

"Uh, I've got to go hon duty calls. Love you." Dad said, hearing the guys behind him who needs him for something urgent.

"Love you too Dad take care." I said hanging up the phone.

And here I am back to my reading. It's so cold! And the storm is really that strong. It's utterly quiet I can hear the winds rustling through my windows. I never liked the rain or any wet, cold thing.

And what's with Kevin?! It's that ridiculous that he'll still be all over that Maxene girl not looking at the sidelines that Jersey finds him amusing!

Is this what the girls say the Love Triangle thing? Ha! If you ask me, love is the most complicated thing which by the way is complicating life. Geez! It's not that I'm bitter it's just that--

--Oh my god! That's so sweet! What Jersey did for Kevin for his birthday. It's so-- romantic? Oh my what am I doing? I don't even get that too much attached with stuffs like this. But seriously? They look good together based on my imagination.

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After reading that scene of the romantic whatever of Kevin and Jersey I decided to eat dinner. Today's sunday and school's up tomorrow so I've got to go to bed early or my mom's going to kill me with her deadly voice screaming my whole name just to wake me up.

Yeah, I'm that hard to wake up in the morning.

I didn't wait until my mom gets home at night because she prefers that I should be asleep by the time she gets here. Well, goodnight to me then.

And prepare myself for a day in a place where all kind of people -species- are there-- or everywhere.