Loving You

Chapter One

1- Finally

     This day have finally arrived. They day I'll leave for college and leave my bully parents and fake friends behind. A new life, a new home and new friends. Hopefully.

     I've never been good with making friends because I'm not a social person, I just like staying in my room with my nose burried in a book and listen to music. Plus, my parents being rich and all I found out that all my friends were my friends because I have money or because my older friends found my mom attractive or something.

     I know I'm not supposed to say things like that but it's true. One of my high school friends, got kicked out of his house and my mom let him stay at home for a couple of days and I found that guy between my mom's thights having sex in my father's office chair. He's 13 years younger than my mother, 2 years older than me. Yeah, I had a crush on him since my first year of high school but when I saw that scene I was devastated because they knew I liked him.

     My mom's been trying to perfect me when she's the least perfect of all. I know that no one's perfect, but her name's Hera. Like the Queen of the Gods. I used to think she was the most perfect woman on Earth but since that day I can't look at her and not see her having sex with him.

     Even a girl friend of mine had a silly, innocent crush on my father. Even though he's american, I thought he was the Zeus of my life but he too had his share of mistakes. He cheated on my mother with her sister and I just can't stay here because they're trying to marry me off with the son of a friend of theirs and I don't even know him. Sometimes I think they think they're living in the 70's or something when fathers gave their daughters off for money.

     They know I'm going to college but they don't know that I've been accepted to NYU, a whole state away from them because I'll need all the space I can get because I'm not 18 yet and I "have" to do whatever they say until I am. My birthday cannot come fast enough even though I hate the day because it's Valentine's day buy I really want to be 18 and be able to make my own decisions. Starting with saying no to that marriage proposal that I really don't want.

"Athena, when do you have to leave?" Asks my mother.

"At eleven, because if I leave later, I'll get there at midnight and I won't be able to make it to class in time because I'll be sleepy and since I'm not a morning person, I might stay at the apartment" I respond and eat my cereal.

"How many time must I tell you that cereal it's not breakfast?" She asks in a tone I know too well. And cereal it's breakfast she just prefers to eat the things her nutritionists tell her to eat which is annoying.

"Sorry mother, I'm just in a hurry" I didn't finish my delicious cereal because she's drinking a disgustingly green shake and it's making me nauseous.

     I go to my room and act as if I'm packing because I know she followed me here and it's trying to-

"We're going to go to New York in a couple of weeks and we're going to bring the Holland's and Peter will be there so, buy yourself a nice elegant dress and be there when I'll tell you" she says and leaves.

      -bring the Holland's son to our conversation. It's always like this when I'm talking to her. It was an order like all the other times I jave to put on so many makeup and smile my fakest smile for her friends to be impresed with me and how "proud" she's of me for always being the smartest in the romm, well except for her because sometimes if I say something that passes the level of smart than her, I'll be grounded like a 5 year old.

     I remember when my mother tried to make me look stupid in front of the governor in his wedding by saying things no one have to know like how I peed my pants in an spelling bee because of how nervous I was, or how broken hearted I was when my favorite author commited suicide or better yet how I've never had a boyfriend because of how "weird" I am. Those things make me hate her so much and I know it's wrong but I can't help that she had me at 15 and couldn't do what teenagers do, one night I heard her say that I was a mistake and how I ruined her life, but what hurt the nost was when she screamed "I should've aborted you". I know she was drunk but drunk people and kids never lie.