The Bad Girl Everyone Hates

Chapter 1 - Welcome to my life

I am Kiera Rosette Martino. I am 18 years old...in a few months. And I'm a bitch.

From my name itself you could tell that I'm half-Italian. However, I couldn't speak a word in Italy to save my life. Maybe due to the fact that my great-grandfather had moved to LA a long time ago and our family had lived here since then. We have Italian blood running in our vein but we were as dense as an empty can when it comes to the culture, or even language. It was there, but it was long forgotten. Also language and me never were the best buddy. I failed my Italian class. 

My papa owned a shipping company which dealt with import and export of all sort of goods all around the globe. And he was a single father. My mama died when I was 5 years old, and that may explained the lack of ladylike attitude in me. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a tomboy or boyish in any kind of way. I'm just rude...as fuck. Lack of motherly figure had affected me in a very bad way, and papa? He was not around all the time. I practically grew up with a nanny but I still love my papa...for his money.

Every time I saw him when he would came home once in few months, the only words I wanted to say badly to him is 'Fuck you!' and shove two middle fingers on his face but when I checked my bank account balance and my unlimited credit card, I swallowed it all inside my brain.

Oh, and before you guys get the wrong idea, I was not the only child. I had a brother, Fernandez. But he was 10 years older by me and without I realised, he too was gone doing God knows what at another part of the world. He would sent me a postcard once in awhile, asking me how am I doing at home, how was school and all the boring stuff but same as papa, I would only say 'Fuck you!' to him. Literally.

Fuck my family.

And oh, back to the subject. Due to my mixed blood, I have a unique facial feature. People would say I resemble my mama a lot, she was an English by the way, but I still have the look of an Italian. In summary, I'm gorgeous. Sorry not sorry but I don't like to explain why. And I also gifted with a tall figure, I was around five food five. That was tall I tell ya. I also had a killer body which would make any guys drool when they caught the sight of me, thanks to my no carbs diet.

I am famous or infamous at school due to many vivid reasons. First, I'm gorgeous. Duh. Second, I'm the cheerleaders captain, can't help it when its the only thing I was good at. Third, I always throw the best party in town. And last but not least, because I'm a bitch.

Why I would say that to myself? Because I had a I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude which people misinterpret as rude. I would do anything to get what I want and I would do anything to remove the things I don't like. Although the methods were wrong, I just don't give a fuck. As long as I was happy.

Because one thing I learnt throughout my not so long of life, you should never depend on anybody else for your happiness. In real life, nobody cares about you. Get that shit inside your pretty brain and suck it up. Fight for your own happiness.

Let's move on. Friends? I do have friends, a lot. Even though I some times confused, were they were my friends or my money's friends. In simpler words, they were all fakers! They would only be friend of me because of my money not because of me. Let's be real, anybody in their right minds who would willingly befriend someone like me in real life? Nuh-uh. Nada. 

Enough of that topic, it's kind of boring. Let's talk relationship. I was in and out of relationships frequently and swiftly. Not until I met River Anderson. I met him when I was fifteen and he broke my heart when I was sixteen. The school's golden boy, the famous quarterback with a very dashing appearance. He was my definition of perfect guy. BUT, please notice the past tense. Because he was far from it. Sorry for being a sappy girl, we were together for awhile and I thought he was the one. Pfft, whenever I think about it I feel like laughing at myself of how stupid I was. He was the first guy who broke my heart. I promised myself he would be the last because I would never ever let a guy breaks my heart again. It would be the other way around.

That's pretty much about me and...welcome to my life.