Mean

Introduction

Mean. That's me. Anais Riley Jones.

I can't help it. It's in the job description, being the school queen bee and all. Did you know that it's another way to call you the queen of bitches? Either way, I like the title, being queen suits me.

Girls want to be me and boys want to be with me. I'm envied by many. I am made to be envied - born to be actually, especially with my God given stunning looks and hot body. I think its rightful for everyone to adore me, to idolize me since I'm better than everybody else. I deserve nothing less.

I would have fitted perfectly in a mean girls movie. Maybe I can star in Mean Girls 3. Hmm, nah, too exhausting and there would be crazy directors barking orders, I hate those.

You may think I'm cocky, well I don't care. I know what I want and I'll do what I want do. No one can dictate me. No one!

And now I'm the epitome of popularity, and I want it that way.

But as the saying goes, 'It's lonely at the top'.

I have shallow people surrounding me everyday, you know those bimbo looking ones that believes showing skin means sexy. Some of them smile and praise me asking me for tips, trying to copy me. Well, they're boring. They're nothing but copy cats with no originality. Sometimes I wonder why they even exist when they're not needed.

While the others, they may smile at me and call themselves my friends, (not that I have any friends, I only have servants and fans since none of those people are worthy enough to be called my friend) they watch my every move, waiting for me to make a mistake so they can bring me down. 

Well news flash for you people, I'm perfect, I don't do blunders. At least its fun watching them fight a hopeless war.

The school is filled with people who secretly and not so secretly hates me. Who cares about them right?

At least, its better at home where my parents adore their perfect little girl.

Well, you're wrong! They don't give a shit about me.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate my parents. They give me money for my clothes, hair and other necessary expenses. They make my luxurious lifestyle possible. We just never made a connection, with them busy living their own lives.

My father owns one of the biggest enterprises in the world. And is the best business man there is. But he is definitely not the best husband or father. He has a different girl with him every week, sometimes girls that are not that much older than me. And he has no problem parading them in our house, in front of me. I don't know why my mother tolerates him. Maybe its because she's never home and always out shopping around the world. I'm not even sure what country she is now and I can't even remember the last time I saw her. I guess she never did love father, she's just with him for the money my father seems to have abundantly.

See? Can you see the missing piece in the almost perfect me? Relationships! An emotional connection with people!

You may think its out of character, well its not! I'm a girl and I too dream of happy ever after. Of one day, my prince coming to take me away on a white sports car in a huge mansion on top of a hill. At least my parents didn't ruin love for me.

A lot of people claim to love me. My parents, friends, and some guys who crave my attention. They'll say 'I love you' without really meaning it. None of them tells the truth. I know that for a fact.

Even him didn't meant it. Him who was the only one I deemed worthy to be with me.

Anyway, there's a lot of fish in the sea.

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But seriously, I want to have that kind of love without any qualifiers. Without the facade, lies and shallowness. Without the but and ifs. Without the empty promises.

An unconditional love.

I deserve nothing less, right?

Right?

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