„Pretense"
Airport, I hate airports! Well scratch that I think lately I hate practically everything, well maybe not my morning smoke and I-pod, though sometimes I really don't like the music I listen. Well fuck… You're maybe curious, what kind of a person hates everything around him, well here I am, my name is Rosalie Hale and I'm waiting for my chauffeur to take me to my new personal heaven/hell.
I'm 17 years old, 5 foot 8 of disastrous beauty, with blond hear that goes to my midsection, long legs, perfect curves and these are the reasons why I'm here.
As long as I remember myself everyone has adored me, they always expected me to achieve things, to become someone, to have a perfect family, to have the perfect job and great connections. Seeing the potential I posses, the beauty I have, my family pushed me to be ideal, to perfection. They were and still are social climbers with big aspirations and I was their way to get everything they dreamed of, everything they thought they need. They were hiring people to teach me languages, science, literature, music and everything else I would need in reaching my goals, or theirs because none of it was what I actually wanted. For a long time everything went by the plan, I had perfect grades, great friends- a social life anyone could dream of, everywhere I went I saw awe and envy in people's eyes, it was like a fuel that kept me going even further. I was content, I had new- everything, starting from designer clothes to newest cars. Vainness was my dominant emotion, why not in the end I had everything. My parents, though wanting more, were satisfied as well. All was right in the world.
Of course like in every story there's a "but".
One night ruined it all. My life, no, my whole world crushed all around me. Everything that I thought was untouchable in me was touched in that night. Everyone I thought to be my friends later on turned out to be nothing, they weren't even my enemies. My family, who were supposed to be my biggest rock turned away from me, I no longer could fulfill their expectations, because I was ruined and everyone knew. There was no bright future for me in their eyes. From someone I became nothing. My biggest advantage- my beauty meant nothing to me, it became my biggest enemy, to everyone else it became worthless only because it was stained. Later I realized that there was nothing below me, not even….
"What the fuck…" I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt pain in my arm, I focused on the fucker who apparently had the guts to hit me. What I saw was my grandfather Peter, who was smiling like the old fool he is.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I snapped at him rubbing the place he just hit.
"Well, you didn't answer for five minutes, so I thought that I have to get your attention. Slapping you in the face seemed a bit too harsh, so… How was the flight? " he asked with apparent amusement on his face.
"Funny shit Peter, real funny. This isn't a way to increase your cookie points" I said with five layers of sarcasm and smirk on my lips.
"Well, I'll be damned, didn't know you could cook" he said, grinning.
I made a grimace at his remark.
"We don't have all day so get your ass in a gear and let's go." He took my suitcases and ushered me towards the exit.
I looked at the three bags he was carrying and decided to tease him a bit.
"Aren't you too old? It looks pretty heavy. Not for me, but as I said you're pretty old."
"Don't worry so much about me Rosie pie, I can handle this!"
The old fool was smiling like there is no tomorrow, and I was pissed. Rosie pie- the most hated nick name I have ever possessed and he used it. Did he even know such word as boundaries? I kept my mouth shut and followed him to his car. There was no point in fighting him.
Peter's Hale's big mouth was known, if I was correct, all over the Washington state. My grandfather's jokes were sly and rude, and no one could escape from them not even children, old people, or crippled animals in that way he was ruthless. My father always told me that I was too much like Peter, he never liked that side of my personality. Well it was probably because they never really got along.
Anyway, Peter was alright fellow if he wanted to be, and God only knows that he was the only person who loved and accepted me for who I truly was never waiting for anything in return. So he was currently the only person I loved and respected.
"You have to stop zooming out on me like that, I know I'm no fun but you'll have to bear with me." He said while slamming the trunk shut.
That's when I finally noticed the car. It was black 1966 Chevrolet Camaro convertible with two red stripes on the front. It looked like devil himself had rebuilt it and brought it from hell to earth so that my grandfather had decent wheels.
"Wow, this car is fucking great, where did you get it?" I knew Peter liked to rebuild cars for fun, but this was master peace. I mean come on …. You can't go to a shop and just buy one…
"Well I got it from a guy that new a guy… well long story short it's yours!"
" You must be fucking kidding me!!!!!!!!!" I screamed and ran to hug my car.
"Ī love it, I love it, I love it!" I said as I kissed the car. My euphoria wasn't long living as I remembered that I have to at least thank him. I unwillingly let go of my new treasure and went to hug my very smiling grandfather.
"Thanks grandpa." I said while I timidly hugged him.
He wrapped his arms around me and lightly tapped my back.
"I'm glad that you like it because ether way you would have to drive it" he said laughing heartily.
"Way to ruin the mood old man!" I said grinning back at him.
"Okay, give me the keys and let's hit the road."
When he gave me the keys I looked at them, and with a small smile on my lips I thought that maybe it won't be that bad, after all what do I have to lose.
Snapping out of my revelation, I said "Here goes nothing!!!"