Some stupid ball.

*Esther Loraine Clarence*

“Milady! Where are you? Please show yourself”


Try never! That witch is going to make me go crazy!


“Milady! I will count to three! One…two…”


Oh no you don’t! I dash out of the horribly huge mansion which would probably take me three days to find my way out IF I didn’t get lost which I probably will because I’m direction blind and my home is HUMONGUS. My stupid heels got stuck in a hole and made me trip. What a great way to start a story. Yea, I’m living the dream. Huge bodyguards surround me and one dares to fling me on his shoulder heading back to my room.


Hey! How rude! I was talking to myself in my head and they just had to drag me away in the middle of it. Talk about manners! Humph! Wait, this guy has a nice ass. Don’t put me down!!


No, life’s not fair so he did. Frowning I stormed into the room and they locked my room from outside. WHAT?! Great, now I’m stuck in my room with nothing but a huge air-conditioned room that’s a size of a luxurious apartment, tons of branded clothes cosmetics shoes jewellery and a king sized bed and a small motel room sized bathroom. Yea, thanks! Okay, that sounds bitchy.


“Milady! Where did you run off to?”

“Stephanie, why are you so late? I had to wait like a minute! Come, dress me already, mummy and daddy probably want me to come down soon.” I said with a grumpy face. She made me put on a red belted Louis Vuitton dress with my shoulders bare. It makes me feel cold and naked.


“Can I wear a shoal or something? My shoulders feel naked.”

“No milady! This dress makes your slender snow white shoulders stand out. The colour suits you too.” She said smiling her ‘what a masterpiece’ smile. Sigh…


Then we both lashed our heads toward the door when we heard a knock.


“Yes?” Not really in my interest but I have to act elegant and graceful whenever I’m in the house or I’ll get a good long lecture from mummy. Well, as you can see I’m not all that goody two shoes.


“The sire and madam wishes your presence.”

“Understood.”


Oh great the perfect family façade must be starting already. I better move my ass downstairs before I get a murderous glare from both of them. Well, two is better than one. Get it? No? Sigh…


*Eli Benjamin Clinton*

I woke up in the morning with the worst hangover ever. The room is literally spinning. How much did I drink last night? Worse decision of my life. “Ugh.” I drop my head back onto the pillow. Wait, pillow? When did I get home? How did I get home? Is this home? I glance all over the room.


Damn. This is definitely not my room.


Lifting myself to a sitting position I feel cold suddenly. I slowly lift up the covers. Oh god, I’m naked. I really hope there is no naked chick behind me. God, I’ll go to church every Sunday if there isn’t. I promise…


God hates me. FINE, deal’s off!


I need to go…NOW. Tying the covers around my waist I quickly gathered my clothes all over the floor, I tripped when the covers got tangle on my feet. That hurts. I checked the…anonymous girl whether she woke up from me crashing to the floor. Great, she’s a heavy sleeper. I thought she was prettier than that. Just my luck. Damn alcohol so addictive.


I tucked my white shirt into my black jeans in hurry.

“Mmm, where are you going babe?” Her voice, is she a guy? So hoarse and husky not in a good way. I shuddered at the thought.

“Ah, um…Hi.” I slammed the door behind me and dash a frantic dash to the car. Go go go!! Putting the gear into place I slam my feet into the accelerator speeding my way through traffic and arriving at the mansion 5 minutes after.


Locking the door to my red Ferrari I took my time to leisurely make myself look decent enough before I stepped inside. I screwed up big time and no one’s going to know about it.


“ELI BENJAMIN CLINTON!!!!!!” Oh…no. I turned around like a slow-motioned movie. Godzilla alert!


“Hey, mom.” I put my best I’m a good boy who does what mummy says smile.


“Where did you go last night? I know you didn’t come home!” He’s as good as dead. She obviously wasn’t falling for his smile.


“Mom, I was…Oh look, its Victor.” A soon as she turned away I ran into the house earning myself an earth shattering yell and I know…she’ll be back. Ugh…


There’s a ball this evening and I know I’ll be forced to come as punishment. This is the twenty first century, who organizes balls these days?


*Esther Loraine Clarence*

My family! That’s who! They decided to organize a huge ball for my sweet sixteen party? I mean what happened to the modern world? I’m a sixteen-year-old girl in the twenty first century! I’ll organize a huge party that I want! Where’s the disco ball, the DJ strutting their stuff and hot guys? Only people from wealthy families are invited, I bet they’re a bunch of geeks and arrogant jerks!


“Daddy, mummy. I heard you wish to see me?” I smiled sweetly like there’s no tomorrow. There won’t be when I’m done wreaking havoc!


“Esther dear, make yourself comfortable.” My dad gestured me to sit. I’m already not comfortable being in the same room as them. What a sad pair of parents they are.


“Yes daddy.” Lets get this over with I have a ball to ruin.


“You are already sixteen my dear. We were thinking of finding a suitable fiancée for you among the gentlemen at the ball.” I think my ears are faulty. I must be deaf. Did he say fiancée…what the hell?


“But, daddy. I’m sixteen.” My voice a little chocked. Oh my god, I’m practically a child! Who does that? Wait I know the answer. MY PARENTS.


“Dear, We just want the best for you. We want you to be happy.” Yea, sell me to some stranger so that you can afford more luxury. I’m so fucking happy. Fine, I’ll marry this asshole, go fuck another guy on our honeymoon and divorce him when we get back.


“I understand daddy. I would like to excuse myself as I am getting ready for the ball.” I said as I exited myself from the room in an elegant manner but my eyes blaze with rage and hatred.


I stormed into my room and making sure to lock the doors. I punched the serial code to open the doors of my private room. The doors open, showing all the fighting equipments, punch bags and exercising machines.


For those who think all rich girls like me are snobby little bitches then they just got a sweet slap of reality. I’m no ordinary rich bitch, when I’m mad I don’t go shopping like crazy…I work out and I do it hard. I used those infinity numbers of zeros in my bank to buy myself a piece of heaven. Guns, daggers, blades, you name it. Those are my babies. Not that I never use them, I do. And yes, I also take martial arts classes probably around ten or so. World is a cold place. I changed into a training bra and tights. Just to let out some steam.


When I’m done, I unlock the doors and summon my maid to get me up and ready for the ball. I will make then regret I was ever born. I’ll bring the fun to the none. I wonder if they like snakes?

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Texte: I OWN THIS. peace!
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 16.12.2011

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