Catch Me When I Fall

Bidding on Elegance

-Daya-

When I was a little girl, my mother use to be my role model. In my eyes, she was a beautiful, amazing person. She was nice and caring and always read me bed time stories. I was always hugged and she always said "I love you".

Now.. I knew better than that. She was a cold woman who only cared about how much money she had. She would do anything to have more money. She had no limits.

"Sit still, Daya." She snapped, pulling the brush through my tnalged hair.

"I'm trying, but you're hurting me."

"Well, maybe you should take better care of yourself and it wouldn't hurt so much to try and make you look beautiful."

"Wow, thanks mom. You know, most moms would be telling their daughter that they're beautiful. Not tell them they need to be more beautiful."

"I would be lying if I told you that."

I didn't say anything else, only sat there quietly as she began to curl my hair. My makeup was heavy. thick eyeliner, and dark eyeshadow to make my greyish blue eyes pop. She put a deep red lipstick on me which made my lips look more full. When my hair was curled, she put it up into a simple but elegant updo with a few strands hanging here and there. A small diamond hair piece was placed in the back of my hair. She nearly choked me with hairspray and vanilla perfume.

My mom was holding another social event tonight. Everyone in town was invited, and unfortunately that included the Williams family. The event was for charity and my mom volunteered our house (more like a mansion) to host the party. That meant that even the Williams's were invited despite our hatred for them. 

My mom had picked out a long strppless dress for me to wear. It was a nice dress but I wish I could wear a more comfortable dress. 

"There." She zipped it up and spun me around, "Now you look beautiful." 

"I can barely breathe." I winced. 

"Suck it up. The guests will be arriving in 30 minutes. Don't mess up your hair or makeup." She swiftly walked out of my bedroom, swaying her hips more than needed. 

I looked myself over in the full length mirror, rubbing my sweaty hands against the sides of my dress. I did look beautiful. But that was with my hair and makeup done. I felt naked without it because I'm so used to being dressed up like a doll every weekend for my moms parties. 

I let out a frustrated scream and slammed my door shut. 

People come up to me in school and tell me how lucky I am. They don't know what it's really like. They think my life is a dream come true. I would give anything to be normal. I hate the Jason Williams for a few reasons. The first, is beause of his family. The second, is because he's a stubborn, cruel, basterd. And the third.. is because he has a normal life. Besided our family fued, he lives a normal life and has caring parents.

I have seen his parents at school meetings and charity events. They look like they care about him and want to protect him. 

I don't have that.

"Daya! Get down here!" My mom yells from downstairs and I close my eyes. I don't want to be here. 

I slip into the heels my mom picked out and make my way down the stairs. The ball room was already filled with people chatting and drinking champaigne. A few people turned to look at me as I made my way down the stairs. 

My eyes sweeped the room for anyone familiar. My eyes landed on a pair of hazel dark blue ones. I couldn't help it when my lips parted slightly.. he looked different.