Weiss saw a streak of red as turned the corner, but saw nothing there after inspecting for a while. Weiss narrowed her eyes, still suspicious. She shrugged, retreating off campus to the bright white limousine that was awaiting her, like every day. A chauffer stepped out of the driver's side, nodding hello and opening the door. She stepped in, sitting down on the black leather seats. She regained her regal posture, setting her baby blue messenger bag down beside her.
"Good day Miss Schnee," the chauffer said, closing his door and thrusting the keys into the ignition. Weiss rolled her eyes at him and scoffed.
"Is it really, Charles?" Weiss said coldly narrowing her eyes for the billionth time that day. People are such insolent dolts, she would think to herself constantly.
The car pulled up to the Schnee Manor in no time. The marble pillars that held up to white building gleamed in the sunlight, as well as the rest of the marble façade of the building. The road that led to the front of the building was neatly made with cobblestones, and the multiple acres of the Manor were professionally landscaped with flowers and trees.
Charles opened her door, and Weiss stepped out briskly, walking up to the door and opening it slowly, not wanting to disturb anything. It was completely silent and stark in the building. The room was large, two staircases leading up to the landing where many doorways led to all the wings of the building.
Weiss walked across the large room to a large set of French doors. Weiss opened one very slowly, hesitant of what the outcome of seeing her father might be. Her father sat behind a large white desk, ruffling his white hair and adjusting her round glasses. He looked up at his daughter, a look of disgust in his eyes. He sat back in his chair, relieving his back of the uncomfortable hunched-over position her had been in.
He stroked to the white stubble that was all over the bottom of his face.
"Now, my dear girl, what is so important that you had to interrupt me from my work?" He said this last part furiously, slamming his fist on a piece of paper that was littered with red marks. Weiss cowered back slightly, but still tried to stay strong.
"I just wanted to say hello father," Weiss said, her voice cracking from nervousness. She fidgeted her hands nervously. This was the only conversation Weiss had had with her father in a while. They didn't have dinner with each other- Weiss usually had her food in her room. And even her father usually had his meals in his office, which he was locked up in almost all the time. Weiss had never thought she was welcome in her father's office. But lately, in an effort to spend more time with him, she had tried to pay him more visits.
Weiss knew she had made a mistake coming in, for she saw four empty bottles of scotch sitting on his desk. He picked up a glass with a little of scotch in the bottom, downed it, and then hurled the glass at her. She dodged the glass and it shattered against the wall, shards of glass skidding across the floor.
"You ignorant little girl!" He yelled at Weiss, who now had tears in her eyes. "You can't interrupt me while I'm working!" He yelled again, hurling a stapler at his daughter. She ducked out of the room before it could hit her and ran down that hall with tears in her eyes. She should've ducked out as soon as she saw the bottles, for it was dangerous, as she had learned over the years, to disturb her father in his drunk state.
She reached her room and flopped down on her bed. She stared at the ceiling plaster, regretting even the thought of visiting her father. She heard the footsteps of maids and butlers go down the halls.
She wished for at least one of them to stop and say hello to her, but no one ever did. Maybe her dad told them not to interact with her. It didn't matter though. She hadn't had any company for as long as she could remember.
She was alone all the time.