It's All About Perspective

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"Congratulations! We supported you all the way!"

"I've always known you could do it!"

"You've grown up to be such a splendid young man!"

Hands clawing at any available spot on my body. Faces flashing before my eyes. Mouths moving, but no sound came out. Fake smiles painted my vision.

I graduated as the Valedictorian of my class a week ago. My over the top parents decided to throw me a congratulatory party for getting accepted to Harvard. Sure, it's sweet and all, but the real reason as to why the party was thrown was to grace the family name. I don't really care for such trivial matters --"What you see is what you get."

I force upon a smile on my face and greet people, most of whom I don't know. I honestly have no freaking clue why people say, "nice to meet you!" Only a few words were exchanged, how in hell was it nice to meet me when we only traded few brief words to each other? I swear, I am trapped in a room full of shallow idiots.

"Finally!" I yell at the top of my lungs as I dove under my duvets. The sweet fabric shielding me away from the horrors of the world. I'm surprised that I managed to withstand against those atrocities. I felt like a shaken carbonated drink about to explode against the pressure. The things that parents put you through.

Thoughts fluttered about my mind until the dark enveloped me.

•-•-•-•-•-•

Today is the day. The day I get to escape from my parents' constricting embrace. The day where I get to somewhat be free from the "elite" lifestyle. I stuff the last of my belongings into my swelling luggage, a satisfied sigh left my chapped lips.

"I got 30 minutes to spare", I ruffled my dark chestnut locks as I thought of a way to pass time. I decided to arrive at the airport instead, I didn't want to spend another second listening to my mother's fretting. Like she cared. She only cares about the family name, not the people who make up the family.

"Call us whenever you get the chance, darling!" tears accumulating, threatening to spill down her caked cheeks.

"I will." I nodded and responded curtly. I just want to get out of this damned place already. Thankfully my dad understood my facial expression and pried my mom's arms away from my body. My dad is pretty cool, he was just, well, a push over. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.  He loves my mom dearly, but it doesn't take a baby to see my mom is just using him for his wealth. It's still his fault for marrying her, despite the red flags furiously waving in front of his eyes. All my mom cared about was the Salvatore name.

•-•-•-•-•-•

"The flight to Massachusetts will depart in 15 minutes."

I reach out for my belongings and started to weave past the bustling crowd. I hate big crowds. I'm claustrophobic, but that's another story for another day.

My eyes scanned the interior of the plane, looking for my seat. Alas, I found it. I stuff my duffel bag into the compartment above my head and plopped my tired body onto the chair. I took out my phone to see it bombarded with messages from my mother. I rolled my eyes and cleared my notifications. I wasn't in the mood to put up with any of her crap.

I clicked on my favorite playlist and put on my earphones. I was about to fall asleep until I felt a presence next to me. My eyes slightly opened to see who was culpable for disrupting my almost slumber. I look up to see a slim figure with black tresses cascading down her back. I swear my heart almost stopped once her dark hues locked with my green ones. She was beautiful -- oh so beautiful. Until she opened her damn mouth.

How anti-climactic. I was stuck with the bimbo for 5 hours. She kept going on about this Bieber dude, like I give a damn. I was disgusted at myself for almost falling in love with her. I guess I'm as shallow as my mom.

"Give me a call cutie," she winked at me and took a piece of paper that was tucked in her bra. Do women like her always carry their number in their bras? I swear, women are enigmas. I gave her a small smile and took the paper from her manicured fingers. "So what's yo -- Please put on your seat belts. We are about to land."

Thank goodness. I have been saved. Right when the plane landed, I grabbed my duffel bag and dashed out of the cramped plane. I ran faster than the Flash to the conveyor belt. I hastily grabbed my belongings and began to look for my chauffeur. Although being rich has its cons, situations like these make it worth it.

"Greetings Mr. Salvatore. My name is Bruce. I am your personal butler, I was instructed to keep close eye on you, but I understand that you need privacy." Bruce looked about 24. Dirty blond hair, well-built, and has a mature aura radiating from him. I thanked him and we made our way to a black Escalade. It took about an hour to get to the hotel because of traffic, but we made it.

I didn't bother to clean myself up. I flung my tired body onto the king sized bed and drifted to my long awaited slumber.

•-•-•-•-•-•

"He doesn't exist!"

"Yes he does!"

"No!'

"Yes!"

I panted hard, face red, a permanent scowl etched upon my face. I'm in Biology right now and the topic of God and other supernatural topics came up. This twit of a girl started spouting nonsense about how the supernatural world is real. Is there any proof of it? NO! So now here I am arguing with the epitome of stupidity.

"Just because you can't see and feel it doesn't mean that it is not there!" she yelled at me, her spit bombarding random parts of my face. I rolled my eyes and let out a defeated sigh. "There's no point in arguing with you. Your arguments are invalid. I refuse to spend more of my time on a dimwitted girl like you." She looked at me with wide eyes. I smirked at her, thinking I bruised her ego.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" laughter resonated from her tiny frame. "You are the stupid one my friend. Dimwits like me ended up discovering atoms, genetics, and evolution. Dimwits like me revolutionized the world. 'Geniuses' like you contributed nothing to humankind. It's all about believing what seems like the impossible -- It's all about perspective."