My Ruined Love

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November, 5th 2020
8am

I woke up to the sound of my annoying loud alarm on my bedside table and i violently turn it off with a few hit on top. My eyelids were still heavy from the previous night and it was very hard to keep awake. I stretch my arms as far as i Can above my head, in front of me and behind me, and yawn along, my body already feeling better. I Lift my body up to sat down and stretch once more, my little feet trot towards the pile of clothes neatly folded on the sofa that was in my massive room. When my parents weren't home, i would ask the maids to not give me formal clothes, but even if they were here, i wold still were a pair of jeans a a top, that was just who i was. I sort of hated clothes and the fact that i didn't want the whole school to know that i was the daughter of Demetri and Sara Rodriguez, future heiress of the well know business and entertainment company; DSR Entertainment and Media. They were self constructed by my parents, and it was also one of the reason they were never here, they were always working. I was told that they were a lot of competition between other agencies. But DSREM (for short) also work with making jewelry, health beauty and even clothes, which by the way, was my idea, they were to designs, the normies, and the expensive VIP clothes. So yeh, they have to work a lot. I had put on a pair of blue jeggings and a white top with a stripe rainbow across the chest area, GO LGBTQ+. I was a supporter.

I walk out the white door frame of my bedroom after opening the two door way of my room, and went down the stairs where, unsurprisingly, maid was whispering stuff to themselves. I didn't take any attention to what they were conversing, not like i care, i just hope it wasn't gossip about anything surrounding my family. I sat down at the table and ate my usual breakfast; Forest Fruit Yogurt with Fiber cereals, its my favorite thing to eat in the morning. It's healthy and good nutritions. I gulp down my glass of water next to it, and brought the dirty dishes to the kitchen myself. The staff knows that nowadays i like to be helpful around the house, and they are glad that i don't act like a spoiled brat like in most households they have work in the past and accidentally get fired.

Once i've done my duty, i got my bags ready with my school stuff and some fruit to keep myself full for the day. And left the house, i didn't like having a driver, but they were occasion where i did and ask them to wait or stop a little further away from the school itself. i walk to the bus stop and waited for its arrival. When the bus arrived, it was half full, i look around inside as another women before paid, then my turn came and i scanned my bus card before settling to found a seat, which i slump into after finding one. i tangled with my earphones until i finally could listen to music. The bus journey was slower then a car as they had to stop repeatedly to get all the kids on the bus. It wasn't long until i left the bus and walk the remaining way to the school gate and made my way to the hallways. I heard some whispers, well, i mean, there's always whispers at school. You don't want anyone finding out your deepest secret. *insert awkward laugh* ... it didn't work.. didn't it? Anyway, i was walking down the hallways, because yes, i'm not going to stay froze in the middle of the way. okay, back to seriousness. Once i made it by the doors and into the hallway, i look around at all the people who were dressed in fancy clothing or fashionable, you could tell that most people here were rich, while i took on the appearance of an average girl on a scholarship. Sometime i would caught myself grinning as i found people wearing the clothes i had designed and that my parents put out to sale. I grinned as i found another person wearing the floral painted design that skyrocketed the stocks at my parents' company. It was also the first clothing that got the line crazy, what people didn't understand was why they called it Rolia and not D&S like their company, but they never explained. Why Rolia, you ask, well, here: ROdriguez ameLIA, thats why. You readers are the first to know. After my small visit to my locker, i walk to make my way to the Library to revise a bit, but my phone decided to send a notification at that minute. I stop near a wall to check, and was surprised to see an email from my mother: