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I sit in silence as my mother rambles on and on about how the maid cleaned the bathroom wrong, and that there weren't enough towels to last a day on. It seemed pretty petty to me thinking about it. Towels are just towels, if there aren't enough, just call for more. Of course that's not the way my parents see things, they believe that everything should be in perfect order the minute they arrive no matter that those same people have to attend a thousand more people. A little patience wouldn't hurt anyone; apparently I am the only one who perceives that though.
"Darling, are you even listening to me?" My mother says.
I jerk my head up and notice my mother staring at me with an irritating expression on her face. She gives me the evil eye waiting on my response. I am just now realizing that I haven't paid any attention to her or her meaningless conversation. Her thoughts were just a shallow as a kiddy pool.
"No Mother, sorry. What were you saying?" I say with a sigh.
I look out the window and notice that it is already nightfall.
"Darling, what's the matter with you? You've been acting strange ever since we've arrived." She says pulling me out of my thoughts.
I stare a little longer out the window before jerking my head back towards her.
"It's nothing. Just a little tired that's all." I say letting out a huge breath. "So, what is that you were saying?"
"Well, I just received news from Theresa that her son will be attending school with you this fall." She starts.
I immediately zone out and begin to draw circles on our table as she speaks. Nate is the devil, he is rude, cocky, and a jerk who has nothing to brag about. Well other than money that is, but in our society that doesn't even count.
"I thought you should show him- Darling. I am trying to share something important with you." She says.
"I don't care about Nate. He's a chauvinistic pig who doesn't even the have the 'good looks' asset to excuse his behavior." I reply monotone.
"Blair! That is so rude! I'll have you know that Nate is a charming boy who deserves better than that from you!" She says harshly.
"Oh really!" I say looking up and at her. "Give me one good reason why he deserves better!" I say challengingly.
"Well one, he comes from a good family-"
"That's not a reason, that's an excuse." I claim.
"How dare you interrupt me! He's a good boy, a decent boy!" She proclaims.
"Oh and how would you know that!" I say heatedly.
"Doesn't matter how I know, but he comes from a good family that is a direct parallel to ours-"
"Ha! That's it! The only reason why you are even pushing this is because he's a Archibald!" I say.
"So what if it is! This is the break our family has been waiting for, for years!" She replies grittingly.
I flash my eyes in anger at her before responding.
"So then what? Do I not have a say in this? I am seventeen years old Mother, not seven! You can't just herd me off to some man and his family to make you look good!" I say loudly as I stand up. "I'm not cattle!" I yell as I hit my hand on the table.
"Where are you going?" She asks harshly.
"Anywhere from you!" I say as I walk out.
What part of me looks like a present! Am I only a trophy to be thrown off at the highest bidder who has a good family name? This is the twenty-first century for crying out loud, not the dark ages!
My mother is so frustrating! This! This is why we don't get along! She has no respect for me as a human being, as a daughter, not even her daughter!
I stomp down the hallway trying to find a way out. I need air, some serious air. I look at my left and notice two double doors that lead to the upper deck. I quickly go through and I immediately feel myself calming down the minute the cold, ocean air hits my body.
The sky is pitch black with twinkling stars lighting it up, like diamonds. I walk over to the railing and place my hands there watching the water crash on the ship. It was a beautiful scene, the waves crashing; the ship rocking, like a lullaby. I close my eyes inhaling the fresh salty air.
I try to imagine a life where it was only like this. No rules, no unrealistic expectations, no reputations that need upholding, no slavery; just the water and the feeling of freedom. It's funny, I don't know even know what freedom feels like. It's like being sick, knowing that you're ill but not ever knowing what feeling well feels like. That's what I feel like, sick, shackled by a lifestyle I didn't choose for myself.
I am so use to being treated like this, and yet I know that there is more. I long to find what the more is.
It was always I, though, that ever thought about things like this. Even once asked Serena about it and she said "This is the only lifestyle I've ever known. How can I miss something that I've never tasted?" She was dead on; freedom has always been something unattainable for us.
The world to us is so small, ironic seeing as we've been everywhere but it never changes our perception. Everything is always the same, go to a fine college, date an acceptable man or woman worthy of your family's name, go into an exceptional career, and later marry a spouse that that makes your family look good. These are the rules.
Of course there are so many sub rules. My life seems simple, and yet it is not. Trying having your whole life mapped out by someone other than yourself? It's a lot harder to accept then isn't it? So yes, life is simple but it is also limited, so limited one might call it enslaving or shackling. One is bound to the family's name and everything that comes along with that.
I am nothing more than my mother's token to be tossed for her own sick need and ambition. I have no life to call my own.
I sigh a little as the wind whips through my hair chilling my body slightly. I know it's getting late so I start to head back to my room. I pass a couple who are holding hands and laughing. They seem so happy. They probably are. The two then stop and kiss a little, then return walking side by side, hand in hand.
They have no idea what it's like to have that withheld from you, to have the choice taken away.
I can already see it, myself and Nate. Holding hands in public, him giving me a quick peck on the lips, giggling quietly, pretending; at home we would be nothing more than business partners, two people only together because that's what society requires. It will be a lonely life, always wanting something I can't have.
I reach the elevators and push the button to my floor and wait patiently till the doors reopen. I step out and take a right heading down a darker hallway. The lights are always dimmed at this time of night. I go down to the end of that hallway and take a left.
It's now that I realize that I haven't been paying attention to where I was walking and now have no idea where I'm at, again.
"This is just perfect." I mumble looking at the signs.
I turn around going back in the same direction that I think I came from and wind up in a different hallway that I have never seen.
"Blasted ship and her stupid hallways!" I say grittingly.
"Lost again are we?" An all too familiar voice says.
I curse under my breath.
Just freaking great, just freaking perfect! Way to top my already bad day with a cherry.
"Stalking me much?" I say rudely.
"Oh come on, just trying to be friendly." He says walking up to me.
I scoff at him a little.
"Friendly my-"
"Language, princess. I believe they are children aboard this ship. Don't want to get thrown off now do we?" He says with a smirk.
"No, but I'm guessing you are if you keep following me." I say.
He then quirks an eyebrow at me and starts to laugh.
"Me! You think I'm following you!" He says in between laughs.
I just continue to look at him with a 'isn't it obvious' expression on my face.
"Oh don't flatter yourself princess." He finishes.
"What have I said about calling me princess! I am not a princess, and I sure as hell not yours." I spit out.
He then starts to laugh harder at my obvious anger.
"No, I believe I you most certainly are not! Well simply because you have manners equivalent to lower class." He says.
My eyes go wide as his comment and he smirks at my reactions.
"Oh, hit a nerve did I?" He continues.
I immediately grab my purse.
"I," hit. "Am," hit. "Not," hit. "Lower," hit. "Class," hit.
He stumbles back a little in surprise from my purse attacking his chest. He then looks up at me as a smile pulls on his lips.
"Most certainly lower class."
I throw my hands up in frustration.
"You!" I say while pointing a finger. "You are so infuriating!" I claim as I turn around.
He laughs a little. I hear footsteps behind me and him calling out to me to wait. A hand then grabs my forearm and he steps in front of me.
"What!" I say harshly.
"Do you even know where you're going?" He asks with a smile.
"Yeah, in the opposite direction from you!" I say.
I then wrench myself from his hold and continue walking down the unknown hallway. Blasted idiot!
"Oh come on! At least let me show you the way." He calls out.
"Well that would be hard considering you have no idea what suite I'm staying in!" I call back out.
"All the more reason to!" He says.
I stop for a moment, weighing his offer. After all, I have no idea where I'm at or how to get back to the elevators. I look over my shoulder and look at his face then roll my eyes at his playful expression.
"Fine." I say exhaling.
He smirks at me then makes his way over.
"Ok, what suite are you staying in?"
"158." I mumble.
"So, the princess does have some class." He says.
"Don't antagonize me." I seethe out.
"Or what? Miss Gucci going to attack me again?" He says mockingly.
"I'll have you know that that was only a small portion of what Miss Gucci is capable of." I say with a smirk.
He raises an eye at me.
"Is that so? I had a feeling she likes to play rough." He says.
I grit my teeth at his inappropriate comment.
"Only to cause you immense pain." I say.
"I could only hope so." He continues.
"You're disgusting." I say.
"Yeah, you already said that." He says with a laugh.
"Yeah, well I don't mean it in a nasty, perverted secretly want you kind of way." I say rudely.
We round the corner as he says to take the next left.
"Ah, I have to disagree with you there. I do believe that you want me in a, how did you say it? Nasty, perverted-"
"Absolutely repulsive." I interject as we get on the elevator.
"Secretly want me kind of way." He finishes.
"Yeah, never going happen." I say as we get off the elevator.
"You never know! You just need to face what you really want." He says.
"What I really want is to throw you overboard." I say snarky.
He laughs a little at my comment. We reach my door; I unlock it and open it.
"Well aren't you the lovely bunch." He says as I walk through.
I smirk at him.
"You know they say that when opportunity presents itself, one should grasp it." He says as he leans against the door frame.
"Yeah, well they also say when something annoys you; you should throw it out the door." I say as I slam it shut.
I walk over to my bed and flop down and groan in frustration.
"Oh come on! At least tell me your name!" He yells.
"Go away!" I yell back.
"Fine, but now that I know where you're staying and all. I'll keep coming back till you tell me."
That got my attention.
I immediately stand up, stalk to the door and open it.
"What." I seethe out.
He smirks at me and I exhale as I grip the door.
"Fine, it's Blair." I say through my teeth.
"Chuck. Now that wasn't too hard was it now?" He asks mockingly.
I roll my eyes in response.
"Goodbye." I say as I shut the door.
I rub my eyes with my hand as I walk back over to my bed.
This is going to be a very long vacation.
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