Tell Me Something I Don't Know
A/N: Um, hey guys. This is my first story, and I'd like you to tell me if you like this story or not. Any strict criticism is welcomed. I want to be a better writer.
Everybody tells me that I don't know what I'm doing, the life that I'm pursuing, the odds that I'll be losing. Everybody tells me that it's wrong what I'm feeling, that I shouldn't believe in, the dreams that I'm dreaming. It's like one in a million, a one in a billion, a one in a zillion. I hear it everyday; I hear it all the time. Tell me something I don't know. I'm tired of hearing the things that their always saying. How many inches are in a mile, what does it take to make you smile, or get you to stop treating me like a child? When are you going to be satisfy, are you ever going to stop ruining my life?
Sometimes I really think that I should be in another place, in another family. Wait, I don't even consider my family a family at all. "Hey Brat!" shrieked a piercingly pitchy voice from a yard distance. She was sitting in her dressing room, her legs crossed, showing how tan her skin was, but she's a white person. She only had a pink furry robe on; probably skinned from a furry chinchilla and dyed the fur pink. She was the type of person who'd do such a thing to an innocent animal. Her expression seemed annoyed and irritated, as always. The way her lips were a bit puffed out, she looked like she was kissing the air particles.
I immediately felt my hair behind my neck standing on its ends. She glared at me blankly. Her cyan eyes were always intimidating to anyone who looked straight in them. That was my cue to walk up to her, and I did. She was tapping her foot in mid air, like the same with tapping it on the ground. Her hot pink flip flops made some annoying sounds as it hit against her heel. "Where's my latte?! You know I always want my latte when I'm done doing…something! Something important!" she grumbled, frustrated, flipping her wavy blonde hair back. Her hair appeared to be unreal by how shiny it was. "Latte makes me look better, and I'm going to be meeting the Connect 3!"
There were some girly squeals and screams coming from a far distance. Typical fan girls falling for someone they didn't even know or meet; no offense. "Oh, and that hideous brunette hair of yours really needs conditioning. You're going to make me look bad, you know?"
"But-" I stopped, not bothering to reason with her, and ignored the last comment. She'd just raise an eyebrow at me, not caring what I thought and threaten me. "I'll make it right away," I sighed, making her smile, seeing how vulnerable she makes me. "Why can't I ever stand up to her? She's not even my real mother." I bit my bottom lip bitterly as I walked away from her, to a nearby kitchen on the set.
"Bonnie, why is that girl always with you?" asked one of the workers, her auburn hair tied into a pony tail with an 'I NY' cap, and a walkie-talkie held in her hand. Nope, she was the Security Guard and she was pretty skinny unlike the other…uh, plump women.
Bonnie scoffed, waving her hand in the air as she smiled a little. "I took her in when her parents died," she answered casually, as if it was no big deal. I grabbed the dark roasted espresso beans that looked oily and started grinding them in this hand held coffee bean grinder. It made me mad when she said it so lightly. That's still a sensitive subject, and it's personal. "Plus, I needed some extra help around the house, so it's no big deal," she continued, she looked over at me, saying this in a kind, friendly tone. "Scarlet, honey, are you done making my latte?"
The lady grinned. "Wow, you must be one kind mother," she complimented. "I could never pull off any of that if I were you. I mean, you're uh…quite famous," not really, "and you have two other daughters that you have to take care of. Oh, not to mention cleaning the whole house, doing laundry, cooking, and all that crap."
"Oh! I'm flattered!" exclaimed Bonnie, her cheeks a bit flushed just to prove it. She must have thought of something embarrassing to make her cheeks red. Have I mentioned she's a real good actor in front of people? She'd never talk to the Security Guard if she hasn't saved her from a total maniac.
"It's exactly the opposite in my opinion," I thought as I answered, 'I'm working on it.' When they were all grind up, I placed them in the Moka Pot filler basket. Turning it on, I placed a cup under the pot, waiting for the coffee to come out and have that crema at the top of its surface. After heating the milk, the coffee came out at the same time. Bonnie liked the top to be milky and sweet, so I began frothing the milk after I poured the cup of coffee and milk in another cup at the same time.
Once I was done, I cautiously walked towards Bonnie with her latte. Looking at both directions once in a while, I took a couple more steps. Then I saw those two. My amethyst eyes widen in horror as I tried to get away from them. They saw my fear, and quickly rushed over to my side, knocking me over, causing me to lose my balance and the cup of latte slipped from my hand. It sloshed all over the floor as the glass cup smashed to the ground, leaving broken pieces on the ground.
"Aw, looks like the Ferret messed up, again!" pouted the two blondes who were by my side. They were smiling inside out through their façade. As you can probably see, these are the two 'angels' of Bonnie. Like mother, like daughter. Their names actually match their personality. The one that have bangs across their forehead, but still thinks that she's a million bucks is Jessica. The other one has braces in hot pink, but thinks she's better than everyone else is Tallia. Both of them had overly placed make-up on, which pretty made them look like a tramp.
I gulped, turning around to see a very unhappy and upset Bonnie. She looked at the poor tan bubbly splashes on the ground, and then glowered up at me. "Oh crap, she's very angry." I pursed my lip as I stared at the ground, waiting for her to yell and rant at me. But, I heard the opposite.
"Did you hurt yourself sweetie?" she said in a sickening sweet voice. My head shot up in astonishment as my eyes widen. Bonnie tilted her head and looked at my slightly red splotch on the back of my hand. "Aw, poor thing, you burned yourself. Go put some healing cream on quick. They're probably somewhere in the drawer over their by the kitchen."
I simply nodded my head as I walked over to the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers. Then I found it hiding in the very back of the drawer. When I opened it, I found nothing, not even a dab of healing cream inside of it. There were sounds of snickering behind my back. Looking down, I placed the lid back on. I was used to these kinds of tricks and torturing. They would laugh at my misery.
"You're really caring, you know?" remarked the Security Guard, admiring Bonnie. In response, Bonnie giggled. Then the thought registered in my mind. She was just acting like that in front her. She was always like that. Why did I even fall for her fake kindness? I mentally yelled at myself for being careless. "Let's get someone to clean up this mess."
Hearing that, I quickly turned around. "Um, no, it's fine. I'll clean it up." I searched for Bonnie's expression, and saw her nod. It was a good thing that I said I'll clean it up, who knows what she's going to do if I didn't. The last thing I heard from the S.G. was 'you really know how to teach them to do the responsible thing.'
The white limo pulled up into a huge driveway, leading to the big mansion house. I followed up along, riding my skateboard inside, just in time before the gate closed. Three females exited the long stretched limo, talking on their phone. "Yes, oh my gosh! I know, I'm so excited!" Tallia giggled. "I know he is so freaking hot! Yeah, tell me something I don't know," Jessica scoffed, flipping her hair, slightly losing her balance while she did that.
I laughed a bit, thinking that she was an uncoordinated person. When Jessica saw me smiling at her embarrassment, she glared at me, making me quickly shut up. Then she grinned at me, her eyes roaming off into another direction as she made her way inside the house.
Bonnie was usually the first to enter the house, but she stopped, kicking her heel against the ground. I halted my skateboard, stopped in front of her, now knowing why Jessica smiled. Blinking blankly at her, she gave me those daggered eyes that sent chills down my spine. "You have laundry to do!" she snapped before she walked into the house, the door slamming behind her.
"I knew she would've given me something to do," I muttered under my breath as I skated towards the back, where my room was, totally disconnected from the mansion. I took out my key and unlocked it, walking in. There on my bed was a huge basket of clothes. My eyes widen at the sight. "How many times do you guys change in a day?!"
As you can see, my life isn't that great. It's actually a real hell hole living my life with a person who just loves torturing me, and two of her daughters that like making her life miserable. Wait, they're pretty much the same. Like mother, like daughter. Déjà vu. Oh, yeah, my name is Scarlet, Scarlet Shines. I'm half Japanese, half Canadian, and part Cantonese, which is really Asian, like Japanese. I have amethyst eyes for some unknown reason. I have dark brunette hair that is layered with side bangs. I don't really look Asian, but I somewhat do too. Uh, it's something complicated to explain.
My parents died at the age of eleven, which was only three years ago. The only reason I'm stuck with Cruella is because my parents were a bit close to her, since my dad was a famous jewelry maker. He's made jewelry for famous celebrities too. My mom is-well, she was just a housewife, taking care of me. The topic about my parent's death is sensitive, and I usually don't like talking about it, or anybody talking about it. When they passed away, people kept saying 'sorry'. What's the use? They're already gone, and they're never coming back. I don't need anyone pitying me because it makes me feel stupid. Plus, I doubt they even care about it. It's not like their parents died or anything.
When they say "I know, I understand how you feel" those are just little lies that they say. They don't know how I feel, unless they had the past experience, or unless they lost someone related that they cared about.
They died in a car accident, while I was with them. I was lucky to have survived, but sometimes I don't feel that way. There was a drunk driver who passed a red light, turning, while my dad was going straight. That day it was gloomy, pelting with rain as thundered roared in the air. I was practically screaming, and then it was a blackout. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. My head was in a bandage, I got scratches all over my body, and I was sore from head to toe. They hesitantly told me the news that I was the only one who made it. Horrified, I started crying, and that was the last time I ever cried. I never liked showing my weak side.
Sighing numbly, I turned on the television, convincing myself to get started on the pile. "This is Shirley Lo. I'm here at Royal Oak High, and there's nothing here but buzz, buzz, and buzz!" she began, smiling to the camera as she held her microphone in front of her. "What's the buzz about? Well, looks like a group of hot gods are going to be attending R.O.H. And who might those fellow heartthrobs be? Well, they're no other than the Connect 3 band." She squealed. "And they're all brothers! They just came back from their Burning Up Tour, and they're ready to become one of you guys. There's a twist to this though. A singing contest is going to be held, and the winner gets a singing contract, along with recording with the Connect 3, and a full scholarship to any singing school. That's quite a lot there. So, if you go to this school, you might be the one to win!"
"Hey, I'm Shane." "I'm Nate." "And I'm Jason!" "And we're Connect 3. We hope we will be seeing you around," they smiled, winking at the camera.
"AHH!!" screamed the two sisters who were currently watching the T.V. news as well. I flinched a little, hearing those loud shrieking coming from yards away. They can really squeal senselessly when it comes to pretty boys that they have never even met. I turned off the T.V. and began folding the clothes in the basket.
"Just…great," I muttered sarcastically, wondering how my everyday life would be with a pack of girls outside, just screaming for those three brothers at the school. I don't get what they see in those guys. All people can think of are their looks. What about their music? I don't like guys like them anyway. They think that they're better than everyone else.
"Hey brat, you forgot to buy my bubble bath soap!" screeched a grouchy Bonnie through the device that was hammered on my wall.
My eyes fluttered open as my heart started racing because of the sudden sound. It scared me a bit as I jumped out from bed, running over to the device, pressing the second button. "Sorry Bonnie, I'll buy it right away today," I responded nervously.
"Yeah, you better," she snapped back. "I've got some visitors coming today." There was a soft squeal. "The Connect 3 band is coming!" I raised an eyebrow; she was wasting my time when I could be dressing up and going to school. "Just get my bubble bath soap!"
I sighed as I fell back on my bed. Then I quickly slipped on a black tank top with a white one over it, tight jeans with red converse, and a navy blue jacket that seemed a bit pale. I swung over my black Jansport backpack, placing my wallet and cell phone inside, grabbed my skateboard and zoomed off. The sky was gloomy and I liked it that way. There was a vibrate that almost made me fall off the skateboard. While riding my skateboard, I took out my cell from my backpack and looked at the text that the two sisters sent me. "Wear your hideous disguise!" both of them wrote, except it was spelled in some different language that you would only understand if you pronounced it out loud.
"Yeah, some disguise that makes me look out of place, and more invisible," I thought as I struggled to take out the glasses that were stuck in my backpack. I heard screaming in my ears as I peddled more forward. Why won't they come out? When I managed to take the box out, I crashed into something really hard that made me slip off of my skateboard and fell backwards, landing on my side. I cursed inside my mind since that really hurt. My head was throbbing from the pain, my side was sore; it felt like a thousand needs were poking at it. The pair of geek glasses landed on my flat stomach, and everyone was staring at me.
"Who the heck just crashed into our limo?" asked a somewhat deep voice that seemed irritated or pissed. Ugh, he sounded like Bonnie, except in a guy version.
I held my side in pain as I mustered all my strength and sat up. When I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of brown eyes staring at me. My visions were blurry because of the fall. Then I realized who was there in front of me. "Whoa," slipped out from the guy with jet black hair that was messy in an impeccable way. His features were perfect, and his eyes made anyone lost in them. Then his facial expression turned dark. "Hey, idiot, watch where you're going! You just rammed into our expensive limo."
There were gasps and squeals from the girls who were standing off in the side, trying to cram their way near the Connect 3 brothers. "Isn't Shane just hot when he's mad?" giggled girls, sighing dreamily. "Oh, god! I just love him to death!" "I LOVE YOU SHANE GRAY!"
"S-sorry," I stuttered, trying to grab the glasses that slipped off my belly, landing on the ground. Just moving made every inch of my body hurt. Then I saw a hand, holding my glasses.
"Uh, here," he murmured quietly while taking a quick glance in my eyes. I took the glasses from his hand and slightly nodded, painfully getting up from my spot as I collected my skateboard and my backpack.
"Hey! New girl, who do you think you are?! You're supposed to thank Nate for handing that thing back to you!" barked a couple of girls who got pissed off. "Haven't your mom ever taught you anything about manners?!"
I glared down at the floor. I hated when people say something so carelessly, but this is high school. "Hey genius, I'm not new. We've had some of the same classes together," I muttered. Placing my geeky glasses on, made me appear in a different way. I raised an eyebrow at them. All of them looked speechless and surprised. I wouldn't call them stupid for not recognizing me because I really give the impression of being a whole new identity. I didn't even know that it was me, the first time ever when I wore these pair of glasses.
"Oh my gosh! That's the geek!" everyone whispered, which sounded more like murmurs since they said it all at the same time. "She's the freaky smart girl!" others mumbled. Yeah, those are typically things that people call me when I have my spectacles. They keep repeating it over and over again, which gets pretty irritating. I mean, I already know I'm labeled as that, and I don't have a problem with it, so why keep saying it?
"Damn, she looks fine," guys said, whistling in the distance. "Ah, some new fresh meat!" Girls glared at them, which made them shrug.
Then I took them off because they were slightly giving me a headache. I'm farsighted, which meant that I don't need to wear my glasses all the time. It's only used when I'm reading, using the computer, or watching T.V. But, these bifocals are not really my right sizes for my sight because of those two sisters. It's a pretty long story, so let's not get to it.
"Great, another year of school, living with my horrible step'mother', and probably getting tortured by fan girls…everyday," I thought glumly. I don't even know why the last part came in my mind, but I just didn't get a good feeling.
Welcome to my life of Scarlet Shines, living in hell.
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