Warning: Mean Princess

Episode 1: Life is too Short to Blend in

---I apologize for grammatical errors. Expect flaws. Tons of them (but I'm hoping there's only few). I appreciate corrections and constructive criticisms.--

Warning: The lead girl will be very annoying, despicable, someone you want to smack her face with a flip flop but please give her a chance. She will cry, repent and find maturity in a span of a year. Life is amazing and people deserves second chances.

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"Esterrrrr!!" my voice echoes in my dad's two-storey mediterannean house.

I am running late on the first day of school of my senior year! Talking about pissed,I'm full of it right now. I already prepared my outfit for the day last night.

Yes, LAST NIGHT.

I do not plan to stain my perfect reputation by just making a bad choice of clothes. Thus, I always plan my outfit a night before. My friends say I'm vain. They say vanity is a sin but I don't think so. I love myself and as long as they tell me I'm pretty and fabulous, I'm good to go. Who else would love yourself best but yourself. Take that!

"Miss Karla?" Ester, my maid, but I prefer to call her my personal assistant, is now standing at the doorway of my bedroom. She's a little hesitant I observe and her eyes are not meeting mine. I sense she's terrified right now. I'm a good girl but my patience runs out fast like the fire of a two-inch matchstick.

"Where is my white skirt? I put it here on my sofa last night!" My voice rises a bit from my usual.

"I thought it was for the laundry. I-I.."

"What?? You mean...Arggg, Ester!" I almost claw my scalp but I should not be messing with my curls or it will be ruined. So I clasp my hands together tightly instead.

"But Miss Karla, you have another white skirt in your..." Ester is walking towards my walk in closet.

"Stop!" I shout. Ester stops.

"Tell Juan to ready my car." I don't like my other white skirts. I don't like changing what i want just because someone messed up. But I feel a little pity towards Ester. She looks like she's going to collapse on my floor. And now, she almost runs outside just to escape my wrath. She knows better. Ester has been working as my maid, I mean my personal assistant for 2 years now courtesy by my very busy father who literally lives on his private jet because of tons of business appointments around the world. She's my 8th PA since I was 13. I don't know why they keep changing. And everytime a PA left, my father would call me and ask what's my problem.

I don't have a problem. But they think I do. My mother left us for another guy, a very famous designer of male luxury suits, when I was 7. But I don't think I have a problem with that. I do not have any significant memories about her to make me miss her. My brother who is 5 years older than me is my biggest bully. if you would ask me who and not what is my problem,bet on Henry. Henry says I'm a spoiled brat, self-centered, vain and the most annoying sister in the world. Well, I don't care. That's his opinion. Everyone is entitled in their own opinion.

Back to Ester. She is the only PA that lasted more than a year so far. I heard because my father doubled the usual salary. Ester is receiving a salary more than my school teachers'. I don't care again as long as she's doing her job. And right now, she's not! I'm making a mental note to talk to my father about her.

Later in school...

"I thought you are going to wear a skirt?" Stacie, one of my 3 bestfriends asks me while she's chewing her Spearmint gum.

"That's why I decided to wear pants," Molly lazily says while scribbling on the sides of her notebook. I don't know the reason but she doesn't like to be on the same outfit with me.