COMPLICATED.

CHAPTER 13

NICE SPEECH!

I'm almost at my destination and the bus driver nods to me to make me notice that .
It was a very long journey. I tried to distract myself by hearing a conversation between mother and daughter in the seats in front of me: they were choosing from some brochures the destination for their next trip, laughing and joking as if they were best friends.
I want to be that little girl.
Be relaxed , have nothing to worry about unless what swimwear to pack.
And I want to have such a loving relationship with my mother. Indeed I find myself with a thousand problems and a thousand worries.
Mom, I hope you will forgive me soon.
Stop. Let's get back to reality.
I finally get to Times Square and head straight to Superdry, my favorite clothing store.
Once in I panic. How many people are there?!nThat's impossible.
I'm already worried about when I'll have to go to pay, there will be a crazy line.
Great, I'll get out of here tomorrow.
"Emma, but first you have to find a dress." my mind reminds me.
Even worse. It will be a loong day.
After one hour I am still here looking for a miracle.
I will have tried twenty clothes.
No one looks good on meand none of them reflect my new personality. But I can't show up there in a black suit, even though it wouldn't be so bad, it would perfectly represent my mood.
I decide to go around the store again and I find myself in a lane that I had previously ignored.
I see a white dress ,elegant but at the same time casual.
Let's go try it.
After checking that it was good I decide to take it and so I start towards the endless line for the cash register.

After waiting for half an hour for my turn, I pay and I head towards the exit.
<< Well well, look who's here. I didn't expect to see you in this place! >> someone says behind my back.
I recognize this hideous voice perfectly. I turn around and force myself to look at her face.
How dare is she?!
<< Sasha this store is one of my favorites. I'm not surprised to find you here with your "trainees" .>>
Yeah, they're learning to be bitches like her.
Poor girls, I feel sorry for them.
The girls behind her stare at me with obnoxious eyes.
Sasha just laughs.
<< Do we start offending already?! Come on Emma, don't do this.
For once I wanted to be kind. I mean , I wish nothing of what happened to you to no one. But let's face the truth: evidently THAT happened for a reason. It's a good thing that I'm the one who made you realize that in life you have to learn to be less naive and innocent. I'm not as bad as you think, maybe you should take my example! >>
Anger grows in me.
I just act, I take the milkshake that she holds in his hands and pour it all over her. What a satisfaction!
<< You can have all you want, you can think you're superior to everyone. You can have the most beautiful and expensive clothes, a perfect home but above all to be the most popular of the school. But you know what? From tomorrow everything will end and everyone will see you for what you really are: a slut who's desperate enough to bang the guys already busy.
So be my guest. Go on, I'll be the one who will laugh first when you'll sink yourself into your own shit. >>
Sasha starts to scream like a little girl acting up.
<< Get this stuff off my face! >> she orders to one of his minions.
Behind her back I see one of her friends smiling at me and murmur something
<< niche speech! >> I can understand from her words.
I find myself smiling too.
I leave her there, drowning in her superficiality.
I feel from behind her murderous gaze
<< You'll pay for this Hamilton! >> she shouts at me.
I hear the whispers of my school friends as I walk.
Today they are all here, it seems done on purpose but I don't mind.
<< Wow, this is something to tell! How to end high school in style! >> a guy says.
<< Yeah the girl is tough, I love it! >> replies another.
<< I made a video of the whole scene, we share it on Whatsapp? >>
Share all you want, because it will be one of the last memories you will have of me before I leave this school of morons.
I get out of this damn place and I've never felt so proud of myself.