Okay, this story popped into my head...really. I know I have not fininshed more stories, but I feel this one going to be one of my best. Please Review. Im going to do two chapters today.
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" You see Maria, Amy wants to attend Harvert. She has excellent scores, and excels in everything she does. Isnt that right dear?" I nodded, smiling.
" Yes mother." My mother, Olivia, took a sip of her tea sticking her pinky out. I continued smiling as I around. We were at the most expensive restraunt in Boston. El Pierro. It was classy, elegant and extravangant. My mother, and five of her mother friends were eating dinner.
" Oliva, what about your other daughters?," Yoley, my other mothers friend asked. " Arent they doing just as good as Amy?" Olivia laughed, flinging her red hair over her shoulder.
" No. Amy's me and Victors only hope of having a.....good child." I winced. I hated when her mother down talked her sisters. They werent perfect, but it wasnt right for her mother to talk about them like that.
" Well, isnt that a little harsh?" Quen, mother's best friend asked, cutting her steak. My mother shook her head.
" No at all. They arent doing anything with their lives. Amy has something going. The other four...I shall not speak of it." My mother chewed slow bites of her salad, as the five ladies said nothing.
" Will you excuse me please. I'm going to go outside to get some air. I dont feel well." My mother looked at me with concern.
" Are you okay dear?" She asked, as I dapped my mouth with my napkin. I smiled back.
" Its nothing a little air couldnt fix," I stood up smoothing out my knee length skirt. " Dont worry mother. I'm going to be back." Quen smiled at me. I walked out of the fancy restraunt, walking out the back door.
" Do you care for one Ms?" I looked over, my enormous hat, taking up most of my face. I shook my head at the man who held out a ciggrate.
" No thank you Sir." The man shrugged, walking away. I sucked in a breath, then pressed my lips together. My stomach felt like I was going to puke, and my head felt like it was going to explode. I covered my mouth, as I was sure puke was going to come out.
" Are you okay?" I herd a voice as I spun around. Perhaps the most handsome man I laid eyes on, looked at me. His big blue eyes and deep dimples caught my eyes.
" Um, yes Sir." He gave me a confused look. His style was..unique. Baggy jeans, a long sleeved Boston Red Sox jersey, and a fitted to match.
" Are you sure? You looked like you were going to throw up and shit.." I looked at him lowering my eyes. Never in my life had I herd such lauguage towards me. My sisters..yeah. Other people..never.
" I said I'm fine. You can leave." I snapped, pushing my white gloves up my arms. The man shrugged.
" My bad. I didnt know you were going to be a bitch. I was just making sure you were okay.... But now I dont get a fuck." He turned to walk away.
" Excuse me? Did you just call me a....b?" I asked, flabbergasted. I didnt like him now. No matter how hansome he was, nobody showed as much disrespect towards me. Nobody ever will. I rubbed my red cherry lips against each other, unimpressed.
" A bitch?" He laughed. " Yeah I did." He wiped his hands on his uniform. New employee. I would contact the manager as fast as I possibly could.
" Look young man-"
" Young man?" The blue eyed man rolled his eyes." You gotta be fuckin' kidding me." I raised an eye brow
" What?" I asked, crossing my arms against my chest.
" We look the same age. What are you 17? 18?" I looked at him. I was 18.
" That's none of your concern." He shrugged, fixing his hat.
" You better get back to your job, young man." I insisted, fixing my pearls. My mother concerned about me.
" As you wish your highness." He rolled his eyes, going through the door I came from. I hated him. Even though Mother said it wasnt polite to use such strong language, I did. I hate him. I hated him. I hated him.
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