Short Stories

Chapter 1 - Badass

Chapter 1
Badass

It's officially time for the gathering. My sister,
Izzy, has returned from college and has decided to join us at this party. The whole entire day we've been shopping for gowns. My mom already had a gown picked out for her so she was chastising us for waiting on the last minute to buy a dress. Nevertheless of never ending shopping we finally found some dresses. Izzy found a sparkling dress with an open back. Her dress is long, soft and a light pink. Her perfectly chocolate copper hair flows to cover her open back. She matches her dress with an open toe golden heel.

I on the other hand don't like to dress up. So I got the most simple blue dress that covers my legs. I pair it with a white silky scarf that covers my arms. And for my shoes I wear black and white converses. No one will care if I don't wear high heels anyway. My gown is so long that no one will know if I wear heels or not. I then top my outfit off with putting my blonde wig on along with my glasses. I style the hair into a side braid and put some glitter in it with some flowers. I don't put any makeup on except for lipstick. I don't like makeup and plus I take really good care of my skin so I don't get any pimples. My skin is always properly taken care of.

My sister knows about my dads past which means that she knows that I have to put a wig on. That I can't be myself in front of people. Izzy doesn't need a fake identity like me. She was living with my mom more than my dad so she didn't really know what was happening. Plus she also attends a college that's far away from us. But eventually she found out and now this is our lives. It ain't that bad though. I can still live my life even with a disguise.

Ms. Kinney, one of our helpers, was sent to bring the desserts we made to Mr. Beshers house before we got there. When we stepped out of our limo and into the outside we were greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Besher. I didn't see Jordan around at all. Which was weird because he is also a host. He might still be getting ready though.

"Did you get our pleasantries?" I heard mom ask Kerry. Obviously trying to mingle.

Kerry touched my mom's hand. "Yes I did! I love brownies and lemon pie. They're my favorite. Thank you so much!"

Tyrese, my mother, beams in delight. "I love lemon pie too!"

Their conversation subsides as more guests come from their own limos and head towards us. Pushing us inside the party. Instantly I see a lot of rich snobs when I walk in. Then I see how much jewelry they're wearing and then I see how beautiful this house is. It's not even a house, it's a mansion. There's a big stare case that I had walked down to get into the party. And once you walk down the stairs you enter the dance floor or right now it's a floor where everyone's getting to know each other. Then there's another staircase on the other side of the dance floor. To the right is the kitchen and a bar despite all the teenagers I see. Next to the bar is a snack bar. But rarely anything is on it since we're gonna eat dinner soon. To the left is probably the room we're gonna eat our food in but I don't know because their servants are closing the doors. Then on each side of the staircases are hallways.

Izzy stares in awe. "Wow. I can't believe I've been sleeping in dorm rooms when there are mansions like this!"

I sign to her. 'What do you mean? Our house is ten times bigger than this.'

"I know but our living room doesn't look like this." She gestures to the humongously crowded room.

I chuckle. 'They just cleared out the living room.'

Before Izzy could say anything Mama speaks first. "Guys look! It's my childhood bestie!"
Izzy and I turn our heads to the dance floor and see a very beautiful red haired woman with a red dress to match her hair. "Come on. I'll introduce you!"

We are pushed towards the middle of the crowd and forced to mingle. To be honest, I'm surprised that one of her childhood friends stayed in this tiny town after high school. I wouldn't of.

After awhile, I'm tired of talking and watching Izzy get swarmed with horny teenagers that are still in high school. Not even her age so that's probably illegal if those boys aren't eighteen. I've had enough of mingling so I head to the kitchen. Once I entire the kitchen I immediately leave. There are also people in the kitchen. I have no interest in mingling some more, especially with Mr. and Mrs. Besher, whom are in there, so I make my way into one of the hallways. I walk through so many rooms but I never stop to go in them. There's people in them too. There everywhere. I pick my dress off the floor and start speed walking. I speed walk right into a man that was exiting a different room.

I look up to see that it wasn't a man at all but the Besher's son. His other son. The one that's a little older then Jordan. His eighteen year old brother, Dylan. They also have another sibling, a sister but she's too young to attend a party like this. I also thought that Dylan wasn't going to attend. I guess I was wrong. Maybe Jordan wasn't coming at all and only Dylan was.
I instantly look away from him, not wanting to draw attention. Hopefully he didn't see my face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you...." he trails off making me lift my head up to see what's wrong. Now he'll see my face but who cares. I'm wearing a disguise so I shouldn't be afraid or anything.

He's staring at my feet. A smile shines on his face as he chuckles. "Nice. I have those exact pair too."

I flush as I realize he's talking about the fact that I'm not wearing high heels like those other stubborn rich kids were. I let go of my dress so he can't see my shoes and his head snaps up in attention. 'Thanks. You should've worn yours so we'd be matching.' I make the choice of talking to him like we've known each other since forever. Obviously I sign to him though and that catches him off guard.

"You're deaf? I didn't know that." He starts to sign like me. "Sorry. I didn't mean to blurt that out."

I can't help but chuckle. Especially because he knows how to sign. It's completely unusual and I've never met someone else that knows how to sign that isn't deaf. I can't believe it. My chuckle turns into a smile. A smile that I can't get rid of.

I motion to say that he doesn't have to sign to me. 'There's no need to sign. I can read lips.'

"Oh. Sorry." He stops signing and now a silence has taken over the hallway. I can even hear the people in the rooms. It's kinda weird but it's whatever.

Dylan breaks the silence. "Um... Can I still sign to you. It's great practice for me. I already know Spanish, French and German. Now I just need to practice my signing."

'Sure.' I guess he could still sign to me. I know how hard it is to learn another language. I already know Spanish, French, Mandarin, German, Filipino and more. Plus I also know how to read Braille and of course I now how to sign. I also know how to sign in British too. Maybe I should teach Dylan how to read Braille. The rich are meant to be elite or at least that's what my mom says so I'm surprised Dylan doesn't know anymore languages.

"Okay, thanks. I'm Dylan. Your the new girl." He says to me as he holds out his hand.
I take it and note that he said I was "the new girl" as a statement instead of a question. '

Yes I am. I'm Emerald.'

"Emerald? Emerald. That's a unique name. I love it."

It's not really unique but whatever. 'Thanks. I also like your name. It's sounds badass. Like those people on tv.'

"People do tend to call me badass. They also call me Dylie. But only my sister calls me that. You can call me Dyl if you want."

I laugh. 'Dylie sounds waaaaaaayyyyy better.'

"Whatever suits you."