A Broken Promise...

Chapter 2

Jaden. Jaden Smith. Thats what blue eyes' name was. What a beautiful name? Kind of matches the beautiful thing he has going on. In the hour I sat with him I learned nothing but the fact that his name was Jaden Smith and that he hated me. Who knew 1 hour was enough time for me to ruin a relationship with someone who didn't know me. A relationship that hadn't even started? How did I manage it?

It started with him ignoring me. The audacity he had...

I simply asked his name and all I received was  silence. So I asked him again and once more I was gifted with his silence, so obviously the only way to get him talking was throwing a rubber at him, right? Yeah, apparently not. He turned his head to the side and shot me the deadliest look accompanied with my oh so favourite finger. He flipped me off! How dare he?!

Well I say it took an hour for him to hate me but in reality it took 5 minutes. During the 55 minutes that were remaining the boy had shimmied his way to the edge of the table and turned his back towards me. So being the good girl I was I resumed doing my work... Whilst throwing scrunched up balls of paper at him because if your going to hate me you might as well hate me for a reason.

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I sat on my bed scrolling through the magazines that were thrown across the bed. Each starring a beautiful model, whose curvaceous bodies would be praised by everyone. Their lean figures that had portrayed no signs of fat was something I had to achieve. My mother praised these models, organised shoots for them, met them and conversed with them. That was something I had never experienced. Something I longed for. A simple "hello" would suffice but thats a bit ambitious, because I don't even see my mother often. She comes home whilst I'm sleeping and leaves before I awaken, always leaving notes for what had to be done for the day. I looked around my vast room, noticing the emptiness and with that I grabbed my shoes and walked out the house, where Luciano was stood, holding the car door open for me.
"Where to madam?"
"The mall."

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I threw myself into shopping. Buying more clothes, more shoes, more furniture anything I could to fill the emptiness and once I arrived home I set about placing everything. These are the times where you would call a friend around to come help you and you would have food lying around everywhere whilst you got to work which would normally end with absolutely nothing done but it would all be worth it cause the memories you created would be enough for a lifetime. I guess reputation is more important than having real friends though because that is how you find your way to the top in school by your maintaining reputation and building independence all for success. A girl can dream though...

I hung up all the new clothes I had bought, set my shoes in their shelves, placed the new makeup I had bought on my dressing table and organised the bean bags, around the room to fill the empty space yet with all the new things I had bought, I was still welcomed with silence and desolation. No materials could bring me comfort. No clothing could hug me like my mother used to, no bean bag soft like my mothers touch. Nothing around me could amount to what I wanted. Nothing could amount to the love I yearned for from my mother.

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My heart pounded in my chest as the devil took a step towards me. It's eyes focussing on my warning me that if I screamed it would attack. The spider scuttled towards the drain of the shower and in one quick movement I turned the tap on murdering the demon that had entered my bathroom as it held me hostage standing on the toilet seat begging that it would leave me be. Its lifeless body swivelled down the drain yet I couldn't ignore the size of the beast. Maybe it was pregnant. Maybe it had already given birth. Eeek. Would the babies come back to haunt me for the death of their mother? Would it crawl back up the drain?
As I walked out the shower all I could think about was killing that spider and how I was alone. After changing into my night clothes I wrapped myself in the silk duvet burying my head underneath in order to defend myself from any creatures that were roaming around. That day had passed and I felt I had rendered it useless but one face was stuck on my mind and that was the one of Jaden Smith. Why did he hate me? Or am I misjudging the looks I was getting? I decided upon the latter and drifted into sleep.
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