BULLY: CHAOTIC INSECURE ILLUSIONS
Prologue
I was always the girl who liked movies that started out with ominous dark woods and a cloudy sky. . .
Bet you're wondering who I am. No? Well anyway, my names Ivory, but I like Ivy, you know like the poisonous plant. I lead an average life or, I use to. A classic case of divorce caused my folks to split, and with that so did I.
I was on the path of figuring out my young life when I lost my way. . . my father.
He was kind, nurturing and in a sense more of a mother than my own. When he left Madeline tried to love me the same but she did it knowing she couldn't. . .
Madeline? Well that means "high tower" or as I like to say "high power" and that's exactly what my mother was.
In a sense every mother is and every child believes so. However, my mom was different and so was 'her' power. She was a woman of success, tall and elegant but fierce and cold. The loss of my father caused this. Madeline was just too proud to admit that.
Half-lidded eyes strained painfully as I tried to focus on my acceptance letter from "Bullworth Academy". My siblings were grown and my mom was tired of raising me. If that's what you would like to call it.
So she settled for the closest half-assed schooling system that would take me year round. I could have just as easily preferred the life style of a high school dropout, less homework. I hate school.
But ironic enough for me I get shipped to where I will have to be at a school, at all time, gag me. . .
Ivory scribbled over the next three blue lines of her journal and set down the pen. Anxious fingers wrapped around the material of the book as she turned a number of fresh pages. As an attempt to feel closer to her daughter, Madeline told her to write down all the "adventures" of Bullworth Academy and send them every end of the month.
Reaching across the cool covers of her bed she grabbed her chillum, still eyeing the letter. Ivory looked away long enough to check the resin in her piece, using a lighter to tap the sides.
When none surfaced she gave a huff of disappointment gently placing it on the two suitcases beside her computer chair and drew both knees to her chest.
The blond quietly stared at the starting paragraph; she had yet to wrap her mind around the idea of attending boarding school. Too bad she had to get used to it. . .
Dear Student,
Congratulations on your acceptance to Bullworth Academy. I am delighted to inform you that Committee of Educators has voted to offer you a place in the Bullworth Academy class of _.
Following an old Bullworth tradition, a certificate has been enclosed. Please except my personal congratulations on this achievement and permit you to now know and rejoice for this (though very late) letter.
We are pleased to tell you that you will be facing many educational challenges, and pursue you to try your luck at our selection of classes and extracurricular activities.
At your arrival and attendance of this year assembly we will hand out a manual of rules to follow and discuss our preferred dress-code.
My very best wishes to you for a successful school year experience and I sincerely hope you will be joining us here at Bullworth Academy in the fall.
Signature,
Dr. Crabblesnitch
Acting Dean of Admission
She finished mouthing the words an expression of irritation graced her features. In one motion Ivory sent the letter flying and kicked her dresser, distraught to see her picture frames falling over and onto the floor.
The shattering lasted momentarily, surrounding only her before welcoming the quiet into the room. Her silence was frightening.
She slipped out of the computer chair. Cautiously crawling along her bedside; she was all but startled by the comfort of glass beneath her hand.
She flips it over only to cringe; of course it was the picture of her father. That was just her luck. The young teen handled the picture with care, sweeping fibers of glass into the array of her carpet.
Lilian's voiced alarmed, "Hurry the fuck up, Ivy!" The sound of her crude tone boomed off the walls as it intruded Ivory's bedroom. The blond teenager balls her fists, taking no time to fathom a rational and polite response, "You can go fuck yourself Lily!"
She huffed after finishing her sentence the heat in her face growing increasingly more and more uncomfortable as she heard footsteps start up the stairs.
Before the older sister even emerged she screamed harshly, "I can't wait for you to just leave! Whenever I come back home you are always a mouthy little brat that I have to put up with!"
"No one said they even wanted you back in the first place!" A headstrong Ivory argued, facing Lily directly. This wasn't something most did.
Lily was her eldest sister, popular and promising, also, a bitch to put bluntly. Her education brought her fortune and she took any chance she got to snub Ivory with her so called, 'superiority'.
There was no response to Ivory's outburst, just mumbling. This only angered her more. "If you have anything to say to me, say it! I'm tired of you causing drama for me without even having so much as a fucking back-bone to stop the fight that YOU started! Let me finish packing and I will be out of Mom's house and out of your life!" The slam of her door was so loud it rattled the series of shelves in and out of her room.
Lily's large eyes grew wider at the shock of Ivory's behavior her mouth a gape and body slightly chilled by the breeze of her sister's slamming door.
Ivory wasted no time grabbing her suitcases but, she stops. Both things of luggage tightly wound in her hands. She takes a calming breath then clenches her teeth and relaxes her whole body as a means to stop herself from crying.
If leaving meant relieving the stress of her horrible family life . . . than nothing would make her happier.
Quick to put down the suitcases and wipe her tears Ivory hurriedly finishes stuffing her last items into the front pouch of her bags only taking in a moment to look at her room as she left it.
There was nothing left here for her.
The door stuck as she attempts to open it but rather than get frustrated as she would moments ago. The blond haired girl puts a firm hand on the other side of it and tugs gently. Watching it come open she scoots herself into the small opening and continues to push. Walking back over she recollects her thoughts and composure one last time.
Small feet padded down the stairs catching the attention of Madeline. She stood at the door, it was open and she looked sad, much to Ivory's surprise.
However Ivory didn't care she trudged past her mother, bumping shoulders with her as the woman attempts to hug her. Madeline stayed firm in her footsteps not even bothering so much as to look out while her daughter makes her leave.
The older woman frowned when the trunk slammed closed, she couldn't help the tears that fell. She hoped for her youngest daughters return inside to at least waver a goodbye. . .
There wasn't one.
A second slam of the car door confirmed her daughters already brewing hatred for her. Madeline quietly shuts the front door, slowly to take one last glimpse at Ivory.
Ivory sat quietly in the front seat; paying no mind to her mother's breaking heart instead she locks her door and pulls a small bottled water from her brother as he attempts to take a drink.
"Let's go." She says coldly.
He obliges carefully handling the drink when she hands it back. He looks into her eyes before starting the car. She's crying again but he pretends not to notice, silently comforting her. Kane always did this.
Kane is the eldest child, he is also the wildest. That doesn't stop him from being successful though. He manages a job and handling his only son. He is responsible and a kind soul willing to make friends wherever he goes.
Let's hope this persists to be helpful to Ivory in the future with where she is going with no family or friends. . .