BLUNT

Chapter 2

Jane's POV

I have a sad life. Being blue blood isn't as famous as it is said to be. Don't be deceived by the books you read or what you watch. Everything weighs on you as blue blood. You'd be surprised it isn't as milk and honeyish as it's portrayed in Disney movies. My life, especially, as a blue blood is really tiring seeing as I don't even have a sibling to share any of my problems with. The last time I tried talking to my mom deeply, it yielded no results. My dad on the other hand has been sick and useless for the past two years. This is the major reason I'm being pressured to get married, 'to keep the crown in our family name.'
Being blue blooded, you can not rely on people. Its hard to actually have people to call friends of yours. Teddy, Riele and Lilian have been my friends for as long as I can remember although sometimes I still doubt their loyalty. Not that they give me a reason to. My mother never fails to remind me not to let any of my 'acquaintances'; as she calls them, in on my secrets. 'They could ruin you' she says. Personally, I don't have any issues with the lower class. My mom on the other hand does, especially with Lilian due to her long ago feud with Lilian's parents.
I don't see what my mom sees in Lilian to hate her so much. Except the fact that she's too perfect. I love Lilian but I can't help hating her sometimes. Everyone says Riele's the most beautiful amongst us. In my opinion, it's Lilian. She's nice, smart, beautiful, confident and intelligent all at once. I'm sure she'd have no difficulty in finding a partner. I wonder what she'll wear to the dinner party this Thursday. I have to know so I can outshine her, after all we're going to find a partner for ME.
I reach into my purse to call Lilian.
"Hey it's Lilian here, I'm quite busy at the moment. Please leave a message or call back later, whichever suits you." Lilian's voice speaks right into my ear. Even her voice had to be this good. Mine wasn't something to write home about. Sometimes I wonder how I'll be able to address a crowd when I come of age.
"Janet!!" My 'all-knowing" very obnoxious mother interrupts my simmering anger. "Yes, mom?" I reply, hoping I heard wrong.
"There are visitors here to see you Janet." My mother says as she enters my room.
"Why do I have visitors? Its nearly 7:00pm and I'm really tired. I went out today remember? Wait!! I hope they're not suitors" I spit.
"I didn't teach you to talk that way Janet. Use your punctuations." My mother scolds. "It's probably the influence of those your ratty acquaintances." She mutters and I choose not to say a thing back to her. Instead, I pout.
"Put on a dress and fix your hair. You shouldn't keep your guests waiting. It's rude." She simply instructs as she leaves my room. She tilts her head back in and says. "Oh and Janet, quit the pouting. It's ruining your face."
I give a scowl when I hear her footsteps fade away down the hallway and reluctantly get up to follow her orders. Like I said earlier, I have a sad life.