*Ally's POV*
The end of the day. Most kids are happy when the last class ends and they can go home, but not me. Unless it's a day like this when I get mixed feelings. On one hand, I get to leave the place where people keep whispering about me and looking at me until I catch them and then they look away. But on the other hand, that means that I have to go home. I walked as slowly as I could to my locker and kept messing up my combination. I'm not even sure if I was doing it on purpose or not. Eventually I got it and put my physics text book in my bag before I closed and relocked my locker. I sighed as I walked out the front doors and to the student parking lot. I just turned sixteen a few weeks ago, and I already have my license and a car. A red BMW convertible, my dream car. The sight of it usually cheers me up, but today it was going to take a lot more. The car doesn't make me happy because it cost a lot or nobody else in the school had one, it was because of the memory I have of when I got it. I got it for my sixteenth birthday and my dad actually remembered and gave me the car himself. He probably asked our chef, Rupert what I wanted, but it was the best I had gotten in years. I turned on the radio before I pulled out of the parking lot and started driving to the place that I'm reluctant to call home.
***Time Skip***
I sighed as I pulled into my driveway and into the four car garage. Don't ask me why we need a garage that big, because I have no idea. But all the spots are full. One holds my convertible, another holds my dad's Ferrari, our family's town car, and the last spot holds bikes. I turned off the radio and pulled the key out of the ignition, but I didn't get out of the car right away. Instead I looked over at the bikes that by now had cobwebs all over them due to not being touched in seven years. I remembered the last time I had gone for a ride. It was with my mom. She had planned for us to take a bike ride to the park on the outskirts of town and have a mother daughter bonding day, but that didn't end up happening. Instead I spent the day in the hospital at my mom's bedside. She had been shot during a hostage crisis at the bank that morning. She never even made it through the night. I felt a tear sliding down my face as I remembered how bad she looked laying in that hospital bed. I had always wondered why everything in hospitals is white, but now I think I know why. It's so people don't notice who pale the patients are. I shook my head of the memory and got out of my car and walked through the door. I inhaled and smelled the delicious sent of Rupert's infamous lasagna. Just the smell makes my mouth water. I walked into the kitchen and found him at the stove.
"Hey Rupert," I greeted, trying to put on a happy face. I love Rupert, he pays more attention to me than anyone else in the house. I flung my bag on the table and took a seat at the island.
"Hello Princess," he said, walking around the island and kissing me on the head. "How was school today?" I couldn't lie to Rupert, believe me, I've tried, but it's impossible.
"I've had better days," I said lightly. He saw right through me.
"What happened?" he asked, crossing arms and giving me 'The Look.' 'The Look,' is the look that he has that gets anyone to tell him what he wants to know. He's used it on me many times before, and I've cracked every time.
"It was just a bad day," I said, getting up and grabbing my bag, trying to leave the kitchen but Rupert blocked my way. "Rupert please, I have physics homework."
"Not until you tell me what happened," he said. You see Rupert acts more like a dad than my actual dad does.
"I got majorly dissed by the rest of the populars today, everyone laughed at me, and for the rest of the day whenever I turned around people would just stop talking and once I turned around again I would hear them whispering and everyone kept staring at me," I cried. By the time I finished my confession Rupert had gone from strict to sympathetic.
"Oh honey," he said, leaning down and bringing me into a hug. We stayed like that for a while, me crying into Rupert's shoulder and him whispering that everything will be okay. Eventually I pulled myself away from the hug and wiped my tears away.
"I'm gonna go up to my room. Call me when dinner's ready?" I asked, trying my hardest not to sniffle every two seconds.
"Of course," he said, pulling me into another quick hug. I gave him a grateful smile and left the kitchen. I walked up the grand staircase and walked into my room. It was almost too big. The private bathroom I loved though. I put my bag on my desk and threw myself face first on my king sized bed, almost getting lost in the huge purple comforter. A perk of being rich, I get to design my room however I want. We're so rich because my dad is the CEO of some electronic company. Our house is a three story Victorian house. It looks like it belongs in a creepy old horror movie. But I kind of like it. I pulled myself away from the soft down comforter and went into my walk-in closet. Yeah, that was the first thing I had said when my dad asked me what I wanted in my room. I took off my skirt, halter top and heels and changed into my light grey sweat pants, loose sky blue tank top, and my favourite fuzzy blue toe socks. I do this every day. Change as soon as I get home I mean. I don't know why I even dress like that, kind of like me being mean.
I walked out of my closet and over to my other one, this one I actually kept things in, not just clothes. I opened the door and kneeled down, pulling out a big shoe box. I carried it back to my bed and opened it, going through all the pictures I kept in it. I have photo albums of me and my 'friends,' but I don't really care about those so I put them of one of my shelves. These pictures though are private, and I don't want anyone to see them. They're of me and my mom. Even my dad is in some of them.
I cried as I looked through the pictures of me and my mom smiling together. If you had known us, you would probably think that we were really close, and we were, but not all the time. Like when she got mad. My mom seemed perfect, and for the most part she was, but sometimes when she got mad she took it out on me. She hit me. She didn't beat me or anything, just a slap across the face when she got mad or upset. She got laid off from her job at the fashion design company she worked at, I got a slap. Her so called best friend started dating her high school ex-boyfriend, I got a slap. Somebody had told her that dad cheated on her, I wasn't the only one who got slapped.
She would always feel really bad about what she did and would endlessly apologize. I would always forgive her because, well, she was my mom and I loved her. If she had to slap me every once in a while I was willing to take it if that meant that she wouldn't start neglecting me like my dad does. He's always working and never pays any attention to me. Most days he doesn't even say one word to me. On a good day if I see him before I go to school he'll say good morning, or when I come home from school he'll ask me how my day was, but he doesn't wait for a reply before he continues with whatever it is he's doing before going back upstairs to his office. It gets lonely in this big house by myself, that's why I'm so close with Rupert. If anything happened to him I don't think I would be able to handle it. It was proven today that he's the only person that I have left in this world.
Well, there you have it. You know what Ally's life has been like, but you don't know how it will be in the future… DUH DUH DUUUUUHHHH!