I take a swim in a pool
I hate Emily Granser. I wouldn't mind watch a reality TV-show where she gets burned in hell and her blood would slowly come out of her mouth while she suffered. Ok, maybe that was an extravagation. But you get the deal: Emily Granser is like real-life Regina George. She is a powerful manipulator and the devil in his human form. But like Regina George, she covers everything up with her pretty face.
Especially now. Emily, Billie, Dianne, and Rachel were sitting on the couch and laughing at the scene of the movie we were watching. It was the Titanic, my favorite one (I think from this point you may understand that I am a hopeless romantic). My eyes were wet while Rose and Jack said their goodbye in the sea, knowing that Jack will die. Rose's body was on the door, and she was tearing. Oh, what would I give to have such a tragical but beautiful romance! I let out a miserably sob and all the other girl started looking at me. They had all caramel Frappuccino's in their hands and were mixing them with a green straw from Starbucks. I didn't have money for Starbucks.
'Why are you crying, Xawyn?' asked Billie. 'You are not crying from the scene, right? That's so pathetic.' I stuttered but the words were stuck in my throat. Neither the less, Billie Emily, Rachel and Dianne were my bullies. But I couldn't help myself feel bad for them. They had no life except for seeking male validation and being pretty. "Pick me" girls, that's how auntie Rosette called them. I smiled and spoke.
'Yeah, I am crying because of the scene. I mean, the romance is so beautiful, yet so tragical!' 'Would you like to have a tragical love story?' asked Rachel. I thought. Tragical wouldn't be bad as long as it had a happy ending. I nodded and preceded to explain my point. A slight grin appeared on Emily's face. She grabbed the remote and turned off the tv. 'We could reenact the scene?' without questions all the other girls started giggling. They fetched their half empty plastic cups and exited the room. I followed.
We entered Emily's pool. It was a room in the basement, which had no windows and all the light that was, was a sick sort of lilac. The pool was clean, and the lights flickered under the surface of the water. I inhaled and the scent of chloride hit my nose. I didn't understand what the girls wanted to do, but I had the feeling it wasn't Xawyn-friendly. 'So, what are we doing here?' I asked. They looked at me with their grins. 'We thought that if you found the scene so beautiful, you can be in their place. You know, a small reenact of the scene…' Emily went from talking to whispering. As if she was possessed. 'So' said Rachel. 'Emily's is obviously going to be Rose. Because she is the only one who could do justice to her riches' Finally their plan started to make sense. 'And Xawyn will obviously be Jack, because to the other ones, it would be embarrassing to being a place of a poor boy.' I was angry. Just because my father was a low-class servant in a high-class neighborhood, it didn't mean that I was supposed to be treated differently. Although the girls had other opinions about it. I was Before I could even manage to say a word. Dianne pushed me straight into the water.
My lip started trembling and my eyes burned. Was it because of the chlorine or because I tried to keep my tears at bay, I didn't know. My limbs were sore, and I tried to swim to the surface, but I couldn't make anything out of it. All my energy was gone. It was concentrated on Rachel, Dianne, Billie, and Emily. I wanted to see them suffer, I wanted them to be poor, know how I feel when dad couldn't afford food. I wanted them to starve. I wanted their blood to boil. I wanted them to poke out their own eyes. I wanted them to suffer.
And before I could realize anything, everything went black. The only thing I saw before fainting was a boy appearing before them with a pen in his hand.