I woke up from the sunshine struggling to pass through my red velvet window curtains. Peeking through my wall clock, it was still six in the morning. I closed my eyes again taking in the warm light and thinking if there is something important today. I occasionally wake this up early in the morning. Sitting upright, leaning in the headboard, I realized that today is the first day of school. I'm glad that this is my last year in school studying about business.
I am Roxy Mae, the only daughter of Mr. & Mrs. West, the owners of the most successful companies in the world. We have different kinds of business all over the world like hotels, restaurants, bars, gadgets, and mainly weapons.
Being the only heiress, I am expected to take over the businesses one day. So I have to learn everything about business. Only a few people know about my background. I rarely show up in the media because I hate socialization. Being surrounded by different people I don't know makes me sick. I don't have a choice anyway because it's part of the business.
Getting out from my king-sized bed, I stand up wearing my furry home slippers, worried that I might catch a cold, to avoid contact with the cold floor. I walked through the bathroom and finished my morning rituals.
As I walk down the hallway, I can smell the aroma of breakfast making me starve in hunger. I hurriedly made my way through the dining room and found my mom and dad drinking their coffee.
"Morning mom and dad," I greeted them and gave them a peck in the cheeks. There's nothing good to say in this morning for me, so I didn't say good in my morning. I think some people are stupid saying "good" in their greetings even though they're in a bad mood.
"Morning darling," mom replied with a warm smile. I gave back a smile too.
"Morning princess," dad replied before taking another sip of his coffee.
I sat down on a chair beside mom and crave at the sight of breakfast. Our chef's cooks here is really delicious. Luckily, I don't get fat.
"Better not be late at your first day at school, okay?" mom told me. I already know that.
"Behave at school, princess," dad added.
"I'm always behaved," I told them almost whining as I ate,
"Oh really? Then what about that last time you were sent in detention?" mom said completely disagreeing with what I said.
"Mom, it's not my fault. It's that guy's fault for almost tripping me. He's a bully anyway and he deserved that punch," I argued, "It even knocked him unconscious for the whole day. Pathetic!"
I almost laughed remembering that day. He was a classmate of mine during the math class who can't defeat me in getting higher scores. He was always behind me at the top of the class.
Mom gave me a knowing look and I sigh in defeat. " I'll try my best not to do it again," I said finishing my breakfast and not giving any eye contact.
"You better be!" mom said. I replied with a "Uhuh" while drinking my water and crossing my two fingers at my back. My lips twitched at the thought which made my dad look at my curiously when he noticed. I smiled at him sweetly which made him from frown. I laughed because of his funny face.
I took my bag and clutched it in my shoulders, giving them a hint that I'm leaving for school.
"Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" I said waving them goodbye.
"Take care, princess!" Dad replied. Truthfully, I don't want being called girly stuffs like that because it is so not cool for a grown-up like me, but it's okay with my parents because I love them and they love me too.
Taking out my car keys, I drove my way to school within fifteen minutes. There are many students already at school as I parked my car at the school park. I already had my schedule and I started walking. My English class is about to start within ten minutes. I can feel the stares some students are giving me, while the others are trying their best getting out of my way and avoiding eye contact with me. They know what to do. I hate people staring at me like that.
I am known as one of the smartest, yet cold-hearted and rude. Most students fear me because of the cold and blank faces I'm giving them. It scares the hell out of them. I think I really mean those because I find it amusing. People still approach me because of my gorgeous body and face. I know I still need to nice somehow. They know what will happen if they crossed the line. They don't want to see me angry or pissed-off, else they will see the pits of hell. At times like that, I felt like a demon inside me was unleashed, a scary yet beautiful and sexy demon.
Feeling uneasy, I looked back and stared at the students giving them a cold and deadly look which made them flinch. I smirked as I saw them backed away with fear escaping from their eyes. I will never get used to this. It was so much fun!
