Prevaricative Girl

Chapter 1

Colette's pov

"Madeline! Check out my new iPad 2! My dad bought it for me as a Christmas present!"

I exclaimed, clicking the photos on my iPad. I was so eager and so earnest to show her my new house.

"Oh and check out my new house! I just shifted house to Sandy Island."

My slender fingers glided across, revealing the beautifully and flawlessly built bungalow. The modern furnishings it held,the intricately chosen furnitures made up the dream house everyone would dreamed for. Her jaws agape, and her eyes filled with envy, it was no doubt all she held then was jealousy.

"I have to go to your house!" Madeline squealed in delight.

"My parents wouldn't allow me to bring friends over! And I have body guards and CCTV and my parents will find out!" I chuckled, honestly proud that now I am the girl that calls the shots.

The girl that everyone is now envying. Soon, I'm going to be so popular. Oh wait, I already am. Why didn't I tell everyone last year? I thought to myself, furrowing my eyebrows, hiding a conceited smile. Glancing up, I caught Madeline's eagerness.

"Hey! Stop staring at me like that!"

"You're so cool!"

"I'm not!" I scoffed.

I have never felt so wanted in my whole life before. This is my moment. My only chance. I will shine. I know i would. I took out my phone and started texting my boyfriend..

Madeline's POV

I am so jealous! Why is it that she always get the best of everything! Why is it that everything good is all possessed by her! Why is that life just don't work for me? That everything worked perfectly for her. All that money. All the friends. All that beauty. Colette, with that beautiful shade of mahagony hair and her lime green eyes. That hair that I would never get no matter how many times I enter the salon. Not forgetting her beautifully framed eye lashes. Even the word flawless seemed to have carved itself on her face. Regardless of looks, ability to make friends, and her family background, she is better than me and will always be. Why is it her and not me! Why? Why does one person have all that everyone wanted? All that everyone desires and forever wont get. Its so unfair. Has this world lost all it's impartiality? Sometimes.. I wish I've got all that she have in return for the poverty I am holding on to now.. That I no longer need to suffer in poverty. That I have everything. Yes. Everything.

I will have no need for a nickel and dime job at the cafe down the street called 'the planet'. I will have no need to put up with those contemptuous attitudes of the customers, the way they treat us, all high and mighty, demanding always way too much. No matter how much effort I'd put into my job, it'll never ever be recognized. However, just one tiny bit of mistake is all it needs to get me chastised and sometimes, on the verge of tears. Just that one mistake i made is enough each day to cause anguish when I have to juggle with school work and work all the same. Despite me being in school and only 16 years old, I hold a great responsibility at home. The head of the house, the decision maker. Everyday after school, I have to rush down to work in order to pay off the debts my useless father had gotten himself into from his vices. My mother also have to slog hard each day just to make enough money for the rental of the house and for our daily necessities. I have no choice but to go and work since the legal age of 14 to get that meagre sum of money for my daily allowance. I need to work. I must work. There isn't any choices. Anything I can choose. I am too abashed to tell my friends my family background and I keep the pretence. I keep the lies. I keep the only little pride I hold now, the pride that shall be kept in front of my friends. I don't need and I don't want sympathy.

Colette's POV

"Colette, feel free to stand up during class and walk around. If you need to go to the washroom, feel free to." My math teacher began fussing over me, again.

I hate all this fuss over nothing! Just because of that one  tore in the ligament in my back. The tore that prevents me from exercising, let alone, jogging. Yes the tore that teachers now think prevents me from just sitting and studying! Now all the teachers began fussing over me as if I'm a little kid who don't know how to take care of myself. Like I'm a vulnerable little girl. I really don't understand! I mean, the attention on me is just too much and it is not the kind of attention I want. Not the kind of attention I'ld desire. And it's not like I blamed the school when I tore that ligament while having netball practice, so I don't get it! Why did they have to make a mountain out of a molehill? Yet, on the contrary, having this kind of treatment is good at times, like having English lessons when I could just give an excuse to lie down and sleep through the boring, irksome and constant nagging of the teacher. The teacher who spares no thoughts to me and my pitiful classmates by nagging every single lesson instead of teaching. The teacher who always irrelevantly speaks incessantly and don't make sense either. She's not helping. She's ruining us! We are so going to be dead for our ACTs this year! She, no doubt, always digress and it's not even in relevance to the topic!

"Eh Moira, pass me the pillow!" I ordered her triumphantly, feeling like what I'm supposed to be all along. Feeling like I'm the trump card.

She just acted like how I want her to, my loyal and devoted servant. My servant that didn't mind anything and would be dumb enough to take orders from me. My follower wherever I go, at my beck and call, ready to take orders as soon as I opened my mouth. Ah. The contentment.

"Colette, the lesson is over and school's over!" My peaceful sleep was disrupted abruptly by Moira.

"Yeah thanks for waking me up" I snapped, shooting her a glare.

"Sorry.. It's just that I thought we were going to go get some guitar picks.. And I thought you wouldn't be happy if I didn't wake you up. I mean.."

"Never mind. Let's go. Oh and take my laptop and guitar. Drop any of it and you'll be dead!"

The walk to the subway was a 10 minutes walk and I could see the beads of perspiration that trickled down her forehead. She was panting and definitely isn't feeling well. I took no notice as i averted my eyes from her. Luckily she's holding the things for me, and it's not me, otherwise I'll be perspiring like mad and ruining my totally awesome top with all the filthy sweat. No doubt it was heavy, smiling with satisfaction, we proceeded walking, with Moira and the bulk of electronics at her heel.