The Stuck-Up Rich Girl

I'm not the bitch, she is!

VALERY'S POINT OF VIEW

  I enter my limo unhappily and slam the door shut. The vehicle starts moving and I try to ignore the thought of Mrs. Hillery shutting me down when I told her I wanted a new partner for the stupid project.

As soon as we're out of the school driveway I take of my two inch heels and put my hair up in a messy bun. How it bothers me at school.

"We're here miss," my driver Max tells me.

"Thank you." I step out of the car and let myself walk barefoot on the freshly rained on road.

My house was the biggest one in the entire neighborhood. Thousands acres of land. With six stories high. A mansion. The Winston Young family mansion.

When I open the door I'm greeted by my two maids.

"Hello miss." Jane says.

"How was your day?" Patty asks.

I smile warmly at them. "Thank you for asking. Everything was okay. How about you guys? Having any problem?"

They shook their head. "Not a problem." They said together.

I loved both of them, they were so nice and caring. Like my mother should be.

"VALERY!!!" My mom's voice trailed from her office to the main entrance where my maids were helping me take of my pink designer jacket.

"I'll be right back," I excused myself and skittered to my mom's office. My back tensed at the thought of seeing her.

I knocked twice before entering. "Hi mom."

"Valery, what took you so long? I expect you to come instantly when I call for you. Understood?!" She demanded and made her way to me.

A huge lump had formed in my throat and it burned. I couldn't swallow.

"UNDERSTOOD?!" She repeated raising her voice as loud as thunder.

I nodded quickly and looked at the floor.

I felt her cold hand under my chin and she pulled it up so I could see straight into her blue eyes.

"You never nod or shake your head at me!"

"Yes ma'am." I finally managed.

She let go of my chin. And went over to open a drawer where she usually kept that certain leather belt for me.

I winced when that was exactly what she pulled out.

"So, how did you do on the history test?" She asked me while slipping the belt through her fingers.

"100 percent." I lied.

She gave me a scoul. "I highly doubt that. I'm calling your teacher right now."

"Wait!" I yelled when she was about to pick up the phone. "I lied. I got 90 percent."

She furiously made her way back to me. "Turn around!"

I slowly obeyed and squeezed my eyes shut. 

"One! For lying to me!" My mom announced. I heard the whoosh of the belt coming and soon it came in contact with my back.

Pain shot throughout my body and a felt like collapsing on my knees. But she'd hit me once more if I did so. Instead I just let out a painful scream.

Another swoosh of the belt and again I felt pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks and soon after I was sobbing.

"Two, for not getting 100 percent." She paused for a second and hit me once more. "And three! For keeping your hair in a bun. That's not what I taught you! You must always look your best. So you can find a rich and handsome guy to marry one day!"

She then yanked me by the hair and threw me out of her office and out into the hallway.

I ran as fast as I could to the stairs that led to the highest floor. Where my room would be.