City Girl || A Lady Gaga Fanfiction

Chapter 3 - Cigarettes and Central Park

Joanne got out of her cab on Fifth Avenue. Normally she'd join Rose in the shiny Rolls Royce their driver drove them in around town but she was free the first period and she'd rather stayed in bed a little longer instead of hurrying to come with her sister. Additionaly, she pretty much despised being with her. She was so sick of having to look at her parents'masterpiece all the time. Her mother always said to her they both had their special qualities but Joanne just couldn't help but be jealous of Rose's appearance. She was breathtakingly gorgeous and the most annoying thing about it all was that she didn't have to do anything for it. Dieting? Rose had never heard of it because she could just eat whatever she wanted and wouldn't gain a pound. She didn't even have to wear make-up or dye her hair to be pretty. Joanne always felt blinded by her beauty and so did the people around her. Wherever they were, people couldn't take their eyes off of the little angel. 

Sometimes she'd look at her and wish she could just be her for a day. When she was younger, she dreamed of being a model, but being only 5 foot 2 a modelling carreer was not really in her league. Of course, she and her sister had done some editorials and commercials thanks to their mother's fame but Joanne really wanted to do something on her own. Conquering a world without the help of her mother. She wanted to be independent. Her life would've been a lot easier if she had come into this world with a little bit of Rose's untouchable beauty, but no, fate had decided that she was going to be a clone of her mother. Great, she thought. Just great.

After she got out of the cab, she kept standing on the corner that led towards the street her school was in. She took a pack of cigarettes out of her bag and lit one. She had this thing where she couldn't properly start her day without having a smoke. It was a wonder her mother hadn't found out yet because she smoked like crazy. It probably had to do with how frustrated she was. She needed something strong in order to cope with this world she lived in. It was not that she hated New York. No, she loved New York. Sometimes she just wished for her life to be a little bit more stable. Especially her mom, because she was so unpredictable. She knew it was in her character. Her mom was eccentric, a soul that needed to move freely in order to function, but being the daughter of a person like that was sometimes really hard. Of course, her mom tried her best and she sacrificed a lot for her daughters. Joanne knew that, of course, but still. 

She filled her lungs with the thick smoke and enjoyed the early, shimmering morning sunbeams. She loved to be alone. To just wander along the city, discover new places or retreat to old ones. That morning she really didn't feel like spending the whole day in that sandstone building and listening to the nuns and her teachers, talking about history and other boring stuff but she didn't really have any other choice. All of the cute boys were still in school during that hour of the day and she couldn't play truant and go home either because her mom was still there. She wasn't feeling like having another fight with her.

She sighed, dropped the cigarette on the pavement and headed over towards the entrance of the Convent of the Sacred Heart. She was still a bit too early but she had to drop some books off at her locker so at least she had something to kill the time with. As she was walking through the wide, echoey hallway, a door flung open, nearly in her face, which made her jump.

"Jesus," she exclaimed, forgetting for a moment that she was attending a Catholic girls school. 

"Miss Germanotta," Mrs. Hill, the school's college advisor, said with a hint of dissaproval on her face because of her using Jesus' name in a inappropriate manner. 

"Actually, it's May," Joanne corrected her. This literally happened all the time.

"Oh, dear," she said while putting her shakey hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. You just look so much like your mother."