Rain
Curtains fell from heaven; It was raining heavily, so I peeked through the glass to see how bad it was. Without any hesitation, I grabbed my bag along with me outside the cafe; I pulled out my umbrella and started to work my no-good-legs. As the puddle started flooding, I padded my feet faster to go to the main train station.
The train was about to leave; I had no choice but to elbow my way through the crowd. My brows wrinkled being as I knew what would happen to me if I were late again: Father would question me to accompany him to work again. On days, unlike others, he would ask me to hop into his new BMW car and drive straight to work in which all the sluts are working for him. Even sitting in his office had made me very uncomfortable, thinking, what anyone would have done with the couch.
Then, my mind snapped back to reality. I grabbed the handle by the train and managed to find a seat. I rubbed my buttocks against the chair to experience the 'comfort' but mainly is the sigh of relief being on time. At the corner of my sight, I could see tiny creatures sitting behind me and kept on pushing my chair frontwards and backward. Surely the kid sitting behind me thinks that I am punk, so I gave him a stare. The child was so terrified that whined throughout the journey. Aghast! so annoying. I put on my headphones and took my phone out. As the light from the screen blasted white on my face, I was sure I would go blind.
I scrolled to 'Tart' an app my father created when I was only 5. "He was a handsome genius," some people said. At first, they never thought that he could do it, I am saying that a Father with a new-born surely had more pressing matters to do. But, he did it. Now the App is the most achieving app in the world. Hey, guess who is lucky? Me, a daughter from a billionaire, or more precisely, the daughter of the richest man in the world. Anyways, I launched through chats with my classmates to check any assignment to be finished. Truly, I feel like I am alone: I have no friends, everyone thinks I am cold-blooded, a bitch. What can I say? I am Daddy's Girl.
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4:20 - Yoshiro (class monitor): Hey guys, remember to complete the following work: English, page 107, Maths, page 97-page 120, History, page 22, page 54 and page 60. Please submit your work on the teacher's table by 6:00.
4:20 - Shanae: Class monitor, seriously?? I cannot even eat my breakfast! đ
4:22 - Haru: I say we get drunk and not do our work! Party at my house tonight, my parents are gone for 1 week. All of you are invited!!! đ đ
4:23 -Cho: Alright drunk! but that is not the problem. Are you sure u want to invite everyone?
4:23 - Yasmin: Ya, Haru. Is u sure everyone?
4:24 - Yoshiro: Guys, Shanae is so drunk that she even invited that son of a Bitch. Lmao
4:24 -Aikino: Ha-ha
4:24 -Nol: LOL!! XD
4:24 -Kina: Ha-he. True! but tbh, who on earth wants to invite that bitch. I mean if she disappears off the face of the earth, I will not even care nor notice. it has like she is never there.
4:24 -Cho: Guys, isn't she also in this group?
4:25 -Haru: Omigod. Yes.
4:26-Haru: Dear Kori, please accept our apology. We never meant what we said. Please accept our apology TAT
4:26 -Yoshiro: Ha-ha. Haru, u do not need to apologize that bitch. all we will get is her dirty money. Who knows where her daddy got em'? Speaking of, who do you think is her mother: slut 1, whore 2, bitch 3??
4:26-Nol: Ha-ha, I think her mother is all of them! XD
4:26-Kina: Ha-ha, good one
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Tsk, should not have known that they would do this. God, why me? I hate myself. Tears were running down my cheek; I covered my face with my bare hands letting my phone slip off my hands. I sure hope that no one sees this, but why does it matter anyway?
The train stopped and I hopped off. I padded my way to the office while covering myself with my bag. God darn it! Why is my bag so heavy! On the way there I was yapping at myself. How childish. As I arrived at the office, trails of water dripped from my shirt, bag, and hair. I could tell that everyone was giving me a dirty look. Well, that was my fate, I guess. "Do your work or I'll tell my father about you all!" I said with an indifferent face. I knew that they would work and apologize immediately. 'Predictable' I sighed.
I went to stop by the restroom in front of father's office. Likewise, there was a beeline of idiotic sluts putting in their make-up: I should have known. "Am I pretty?" One said while looking in the mirror."Shut up u big bastard!" I yelled"My father's choice is much higher than your superior look," I said. The lady walked towards my way and gave me a forced smile." Well looked here, an orphan got lost?" She said. I did not want to care so much, but her face was deadly, even the Devil wouldn't want her in hell: fake eyelashes, cheap makeup, cheap perfume, and whatever that lady brought is just made me want to gag. Further having no patience, I cut the line and went inside a bathroom stall.
Finally, I can change into my dry clothes. I took off my shirt and short skirt and put on a dress that Father bought me yesterday: it was the latest Chanel dress displayed at the mall. I took it out of the Ziploc bag and took it out. Slowly, I zipped it up to my back. As I walked out of the stall, the ladies there was a shock as they could have never afforded such a dress. I tied my hair up and put on some makeup to be a 'proper' lady as that is what only pleases Father. I took out my Scarlet lipstick and apply it on my pale lips.
As I was heading out, I said to one of the ladies, " get outta my way you mutt". What a horrible nightmare being in there. Father's office was nearby so I took my time walking. Suddenly, my phone slipped off my bag. Shoot! Then, I heard footsteps, so I quickly pick it up and went straight into his office. As his daughter, I sat on the couch and put a smile on my face, but it looked awkward since it looked like I need in my pants or something. As he stepped into the room, I realized that there was a boy talking to him and making him...laugh? Father has not been laughing his ass off ever since I started school. Who is this guy and what is his deal?
To me, he looks like a person my age, quite tall, possibly ' good looking '. To my guess, he is from a prep school near mine. Cautiously, I kept exchanging glances at him to 'examine' him. "Kori." He finally says"This is a friend of mine, Yukata. Now I want you to be close to him" he says with a cold voice. To me, that sounds normal. But to others, it sounds like a threat. I took a glance at Yukata and I can tell that he was uncomfortable, so I told Father that we needed to talk outside. I grabbed Yukata by the hands and grabbed him outside.
"What for?" He says. I gave him an indifferent look and said: " I can tell that your head was elsewhere and wanted to die so badly, this I have brought you here". He gave me a look and bend down to my shoulder. "Look, little cheap whore, Mr. Yuta and I have a business to clear up, so go play with your makeup at home". I kick him in the nuts and walked away. I looked back and said "this little cheap whore, you say? Is his daughter!" I was so furious that I hope the 4th of July would have blasted his body into pieces. What a dick!