Mission Inlovable

Chapter One

Chapter One

"Knock, knock, knock." A knock sounded at my door, waking me up from my sleep. Not that I'm complaining or anything because I am not. I couldn't really sleep anyway, and even if I do manage to sleep, nightmares would await me in my dreamland, or should I say nightmareland. I'm glad that whoever knocked on my door prevented me from going there.

Knock again. "I'm up! I'm up! Stop knocking the god-dammed door. Sheesh." I shouted from my bed. I turned over just in time to see light streaming in from my windows where I had left my curtains open. Urgh. Don't anyone know how I hate it when my curtain's not closed?! Why did no one close it for me last night? I swear all of the maids and helpers are slacking off. I think that it's time for a talk with them, to show them who is the boss.

I got out of bed, much to my displeasure. I don't like sleeping, but it doesn't mean that I also dislike staying in bed, especially when your bed is so comfortable. I groaned when I saw the date. It's the first day of college and to say that I dislike going to school is an understatement.

I hate going to school. For other people, school is like heaven to them, always having their friends by their sides, with all the teachers liking them, everything is easy for them. But me? School is like hell. No one wants to associate with me, no one talks to me, no one acknowledge me, teachers pick on me all the time, cheerleaders look down on me, jocks make fun of me. There are thousands of reasons why I don't like going to school. And the ones I listed out are just few of the thousands.

I wear my clothes as slow as possible, trying to drag the time. When I went down the stairs, I could smell food from the kitchen, and my stomach growled in hunger. I walked into the kitchen, to see my cook, Mr Holtzman, cooking me my favorite breakfast. Mr Holtzman is in his early fifties, he has two kids who were few years younger than me. He is the only helper in my house that I actually like and I actually talk to. He is a jolly man. Always joke with me even though he knew that most of the time I won't even spare him a glance, and that's what I like about him most. He also treats me as his own daughter, and never judge me for anything. He worked in my house the longest, and probably knows a lot of stuff.

"Morning Miss. How was your sleep?" He asked me while putting my breakfast on a plate.

"Fine. If only someone had closed the curtains for me after I fell asleep then I would have slept better." I grumbled, while taking the plate of chocolate chip pancakes from the counter.

He said nothing, but smiled at me and went back to his work. I turned my attention back to the plate of chocolate chip pancake in front of me and I can't help but drool. They look so good. I moaned when I took a bite out of the pancake as Mr Holtzman shook his head in amusement at my gesture and I ignored it. What? Can't a girl enjoy her food?

After the delicious meal I had, my mood slowly became better as I took my stuff to head out.

This is what food can do to me. I got into the car as my chauffeur drove me to school. I hate riding in limos because they get too much attention from people, and I hate being in the spotlight. So I opted for a car instead. Not just any car that the rich drove. But a old, beat up mustang. Crazy, I know right? It's because I seriously hate it when people wants to befriend me because of my wealth and not because of me, that is one of the reasons why I have no friends. People assumed that I'm so poor that I'm a gold digger, because of the image I put out for everyone to see. No one really cared about this girl who actually want to make friends with them, not because of their wealth or popularity, but because of them. No one can accept that. All of them think that as long as you are poor, you must be a gold digger and it's best to stay away from you. And that's how screwed up the society is.

Because of that, I gave up trying to make friends with people. I actually gave up a long time ago, when all my "friends" abandoned me in my time of need because they find me too humiliating to be around with after the incident. I don't want to go back to that time, and most of all, I do not want the same thing to happen again. All I know is that if I let someone in, he or she will just take advantage of me, if they get to know me and know my deepest, darkest secrets, they would make use of it, they would expose me and humiliate me again. I do not want a repeat of the same history. It's old.