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"No!"

I said stubbornly facing the man I had never felt so much hatred in the past fifteen minutes than I had my entire life. The man that had ignored me my whole life. The man that I just simply call Bob because it wasn't worth the bother to call him Dad.

"Look little lady. I've already paid for this and unless you could give me back the money that I paid for the school and the tickets then I suggest you start preparing. After all, you leave in less than a week." Bob said automatically as if I was one of his employees that he could just order round and about.

I was completely appalled. Here I am trying to retain damage control on what could be the biggest disaster of my life and the one who caused this acts like he cares more about that damn paperwork he keeps on reading than me, his own bloody daughter.

"I said no, Bob. I'm staying here! Why should I suffer for your mistake? You should have known better than to trust that bimbo secretary that everyone knows you keep on shagging!"

Ha! Take that, destroyer of my damn life!

He finally looked up from his papers and looked at me straight in the eye and said in a hard voice I haven't heard since his divorce with Miriam. "I'm free to sleep with whomever I please, girl. You're going and that's final. End of discussion, Olga." Going back to his papers, he waved his hand as a sign of dismissal.

I knew I hit a nerve with that statement. And I knew that I probably lost every possibility of winning this argument because I just had to slip that comment. I may be hard headed but I knew when to cut my losses and accept defeat.

Sighing, I made my way out of his office that was the size of more or less a pent house. Figures! He practically lives there anyway.

Upon reaching the door, I turned around and saw his nose still buried in his work. "It's Helga. I expected that you would at least know my name by now since I'm one of your daughters. But I guess that's just expecting a lot, isn't it Bob?"

I waited a minute for his reply but none came. I turned around and slammed the door as I left hoping that he noticed that at least.

Walking out of the building, I debated where it would be best to vent out my frustrations.

My first thought was going to my best friend, Phoebe. She was technically my only friend so it was a bit obvious she would be the first that would come to mind.

I've known her since I was three years old. She was this little shy oriental girl that had a submissive side that my three-year-old self decided to take advantage of. I ordered her around like all the other kids. She became my personal slave. That continued until I was in fourth grade.

What really changed this master-and-slave relationship, however, was when Arnold went away to live with his parents. That really did a number on me. I refused to talk to anyone except for the occasional threats here and there. I secluded myself and tried to take the pain I was feeling.

Some of you may think this is a bit exaggerated, but hey, I lost the love of my life. How the hell do you think I should have acted? All cheery and perky? Pfffft…

Phoebe was one of those that knew about my feelings for Arnold and one of the few that actually cared for me. She tried talking to me and at more than one time I literally pushed her away just so she would stop probing. But she didn't. She kept on trying and trying until one day I relented. From that day on, she became my personal slave to my friend and confidant.

Until this day people think that I brainwashed Phoebe or something into being my friend. It was really a wonder why she stayed with me when she could have chosen someone different, someone better. She was one of the popular girls on school. You know the type, those students getting the straight A's, those students that are funny, friendly, pretty, the type of student that everyone admired. Yes, she was one of those.

Whereas, I'm not one of them. I'm not popular nor am I friendly. I was dubbed as 'the-girl-no-one-dares-messes-with'. So, you see why everyone, even me, had no idea what goes on in Phoebe's head being my friends with me and all, but whatever it is I'm glad for it. If it weren't for that I wouldn't have this kind of friendship.

But through all these musings, I suddenly remembered one thing. Phoebe was on a date with Geraldo, her boyfriend much to my dismay. That means going to Phoebe was out of the question.

So, where to go? Home? Nah.

I decided to keep on walking. Then I tripped. The fall was hard. My elbow grazed harshly against the rough black asphalt of the sidewalk. Damn this day to hell! I got up dusting myself and continued walking. At least no one was there to laugh at me although they'll probably be to scared to try.

Why do I have the worst of luck! I already have a very dysfunctional family. My mother ran of somewhere after the divorce. She probably has her own new if not perfect then its certainly better than this family by now.

My perfect breadwinner sister, Olga, is getting married to some rich senile man that's far too old for her. It's a bit palpable to me that she's not good at choosing a groom. Or maybe she's just using him as a bank account or something. Is my sister capable of such deceit? Probably, not. That's my forte anyhow.

Then, we go to my father. Bob had been having these affairs, well maybe not affairs since he's not anymore married, this flings with his secretaries with the hugest breasts and a brain the size of a peanut and all these bimbos gets changed every two weeks or something.

And speaking of these brainless bimbos, Hallie, my father's latest conquest had just ruined my life. I trusted my father to at least check on something as important as my education every once in a while.

But no, Bob just had to be too occupied to handle the job of looking at what school his slut just enrolled me in. He just signed whatever it was.

Hence now, I have to go to Cambridge fucking Hall!

Honestly, is it fair that I'm being forced by the man who's supposed to be my father into a school I hate? Into a school that I can't be in?

I'm his daughter! He's supposed to know that I CAN'T go to that stupid school.

Therefore I decided to give him a piece of my mind. I went… er… well rather barged into is office and demanded my right as his daughter. I should've known he could really care less. Those fifteen minutes I spent in his office trying to persuade him didn't even make a dent on him. He kept on ignoring me even though I was right in front of him!

For crimeney's sake! Doesn't he understand why I can't go to Cambridge Hall?

I know that it's a prestigious school. Most of the best lawyers, doctors and businessmen come from that school. I have nothing against that… I just don't understand why that school.

Why couldn't he just ship me off to Harvard or some other school that is equally good and where I can actually be in. I mean, he made Big Bob's Beeper into a company that has a million dollar stock. He's the CEO of that said company. Why can't he gain the common sense to agree with me just this once when I'm actually right!

I'm not overreacting in any sense. My father doesn't care about me. He doesn't even know my name. Worst of all, I know that he's not blind, so why does he think I'm a guy.

I'm serious. He thinks I'm a guy. You want proof? Fine. Here it is.

My father, who supposedly loves me, enrolled me in Cambridge Hall, which is an all guys boarding school.

Now can you see ladies and gentlemen, why I'm not exaggerating when I say Bob doesn't give a damn about me?

You're having a good laugh about this, aren't you God?

Crimeney! My life is so royally fucked up!

AN: hello there people! I know, I know it was a long wait huh? I'm really sorry for that. I, well uh, I kind of forgot about this fanfic… I'm really sorry! But I promise updates will come sooner rather than never. Heh... like my new phrase... :D Of course that's if you review.Just tell me if you think this is just... lame, wierd,or whatever that pops in your head.However, if no one really bothers to read and review it… then maybe its better if it goes in a permanent hiatus Oo...Oh well…

By the way, an update on my other fic would be coming up soon and an explanation for the long delay… I hope someone out there wants to know :d

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