When The World Fails You

When The World Fails You Part 1

I don’t believe it. I don’t have anything to offer to when it comes to my future. So it just seems like last year to me. Worthless.

There is one thing though that I’m sure of; if the jocks fuck with my friends one more time its war.

　

　

Madison

I put on my cheerleading outfit. Its snug on me. Oh god, I’ve gained weight over the summer. My boobs barely fit in the tight top. I close my eyes and gave out a little cry.

What did I eat over the summer? Everything. I’m such a cow.

Cow.

Cow.

Cow.

The girl in the mirror smiles back at me but she’s hiding something that I don’t know about. Everyone loves that girl. They adore her smile, her eyes, her hips, her whole body. They don’t know her inside but they love to focus on her out. Everybody loves her.

Well I think she’s a bitch.

She gained weight too.

I grabbed my folder and walked out of my room, leaving it a mess. I can clean it up later. I told my mom to keep the maids out of my room. I didn’t want people touching my stuff and if I cleaned it then it had to be done MY way. It took her awhile to give me my way but it never really ended up in a fight. She would eventually give in to me.

Spoiled.

I know.

I made my way downstairs. My parents were already off to work. They leave about an hour before I even wake up and are in bed by the time I get home from practice. We rarely see each other but I don’t mind. We have very little to say anyways.

“Good morning Maria,” I smiled as I walked into the kitchen.

Maria, our oldest maid and probably the closest thing to a parental figure I’ve ever had, was making coffee and somehow picking up the kitchen at the same time. She looked at me and smiled, wrinkles around her eyes. I loved them. She was truly beautiful. Old age beauty.

“Sit down mija,” Maria said, gesturing to a chair near our counter. “I cook for you.”

“No thank you,” I grabbed an apple and bit into it. “I’m on a diet.”

She shook her head and snapped her teeth. “You? On a diet? You need to gain weight, not lose it.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t think so.”

“Are you ready for school? Do you have your books? Pens? Why are you wearing your costume?”

I smiled. She asked me that every year. “Its not a costume its my uniform. We wear it on the first day of school every year.”

“Because?”

“Its just something we do.”

She laughed. “Do you want eggs?”

“No Maria, I’m on a diet.”

“Well, fine, but hurry on out to school. Go before you become late.” She shooed me off and out the door.

I got into my car. My new car. My dad bought me a BMW. He said it would look nice on me. Like it was a brand new jacket or something. I loved the color, navy blue with a hint of glitter. Gorgeous.

I took off to my school. Now, when I say my school I mean it. It sounds mad as a hatter, but I’m not lying. I run that school. I run the kids who go there. No new kid is there for ten minutes without my name and rank being mentioned. Everything that happens at that school depending on prom, prep rallies, even most field trips, don’t happen unless I allow it.

Because of my family.

We legally own most of the land that the people in this town sit on.

Its like the old west or something.

Anyways, because of that, I happen to run things while my dad takes care of his own business.

But I like to think that I earned most of it.

I’m an awesome cheerleader, I ran for student president and won, they even elected me for homecoming queen three years in a row. I didn’t ask them to. If anything they wanted a leader. They chose me. What was I supposed to do? Hide in a corner? That’s not how I was raised. If its handed to you and its promising, then take it and follow forward. Don’t be weak.

Of course with followers, there will be some who try to cross me.

Mainly those weird punk kids.

The girls just hate me. I find it amusing. The guys think I’m a slut. But I guess when you really don’t know someone then any name will work. I can deal with the glares and whispers behind my back. Its high school.

But Ray Alonso takes trying to give me hell to another level. He seriously cannot walk by me without acting like he wants to puke. Like the sight of me makes him want to throw up the rest of respect he carried for me. Its not much.

Ray makes it clear every time we talk about his hate for me. That’s why he’s such an outcast. Because he doesn’t agree with everyone following my lead.

Maybe that’s why I’m in love with him.

I know! I have problems.

I could seriously have any guy in this school. Some would even give up their girlfriends for me. Yet, every time I see Ray walking down the hall with his friends I seriously pray to god that he would turn around and look at me. And when he does I start praying that he wont say anything stupid. Most of the time only one of those prayers are answered.

He truly hurts my feelings.

This year is going to be different though.

I’m taking a stand against him. He’s going to start some kind of war, I can feel it.

I’m not allowing it. I have other things to deal with.

Like for starters, I’m going to show everyone in this school I’m not just a rich cheerleader out to rule the lives of everyone who lets me. I’m going to be different, their not going to even see it coming. For some reason everyone’s afraid of me, they think I’m some kind of bitch. But they never even gave me a chance.

So now I’m going to make them see.

I’m me.

I’m not a stupid.

I’m human.