Handsome and the Hideous

Chapter 1

    Not for the first time, I realized I looked nothing like my younger sisters. They were gorgeous with their long, blonde hair, big, brown eyes, and curvy figures. They were the type of girls to turn heads. I then realized I turned heads too, but not in a good way. I turned heads because people wondered how someone could be cursed with such horrible genetics.

    My flat, brown hair was straight and my eyes were huge and blue. My nose was long and hooked, and my mouth was thin. All of my features looked unnatural on my excessively thin face. None of them were flattering, which was why beautiful would be the last word used to describe me.

    "Charlotte, are you listening?" my dad asked.

    "Yes," I lied, zoning back in.

    "Rosalie will be at your house at five," he said. "Show her around."

    "But... I don't need a maid. I can clean up after myself."

    "I don't care." He frowned. "I don't want my daughter cleaning."

    I didn't say anything to that, knowing how my dad was. Once he had his mind set on something, there was no changing it. I didn't resent him for having that mindset, however. In the business industry you had to be stern and confident, and that was exactly what my dad was. That was how he succeeded.

    "Dad, can we go home now?" my younger sister, Evenly, asked in her high, whiny voice. "I'm hungry."

    "Yes sweetheart, we will," my dad said, smiling at her. "Okay Charlotte, I'll see you later. I hope you're enjoying your time in the mansion."

    "I am," I said.

    My dad held out a hand to me and I shook it. He then put his arms around both of my sisters and walked with them to his porshe. They drove off and I turned around to go back inside my mansion.

    Thinking about Rosalie, I couldn't help but be disappointed at the thought of her. My dad had told me to live in the mansion when I turned twenty at the start of May and I had been living there for a month now on my own. I loved my solitude, but now Rosalie was going to be coming to my home every evening. Being around people always made me uncomfortable, but I knew I had to suck up my feelings. If I was going to takeover my dad's business, I had to learn to be more social.

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    I was laying in bed, reading the book "I'll Give You the Sun" by Jandy Nelson. It was an amazing book and I found myself getting lost in it, but suddenly the doorbell rang. Knowing it was Rosalie, I put my book down on the bed and ran downstairs. My heart began to race and I took a deep breath in, trying to calm myself down. Being around people always made me uneasy, but I hoped to change that.

    Stopping at the door, I took one last deep breath in and then threw the door open. A short, plump, latina women stood before me, smiling. Her hair was short and black, and her eyes were big and brown. She was middle-aged and I smiled at her, making sure not to show my teeth, trying to looking welcoming.

    "Hi, you must be Rosalie," I said.

    "Yes," she said in a thick, Spanish accent. "It's nice to meet you, Charlotte. I'm here to clean your home."

    "I hate to disappoint you, but there's not much to clean."

    Rosalie stepped into my home and her eyes wandered around the place. A look of amazement soon appeared across her face and I blushed, feeling bashful. My home was a luxurious and it was all thanks to my dad.

    "Wow, your home in grande," she said, walking down the hallway towards the kitchen.

    I followed her, not knowing what to say. Rosalie's eyes wandered around the place, taking everything in, and I watched her. My heart was still pounding against my chest and I told myself to relax. Rosalie hadn't looked at me in horror like I expected her to. She didn't treat me like I was hideous, which left me slightly relieved.