Chapter 1: The grass is always grenner on the wrong side

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Monica

Staring or better yet, glaring around the parlor I sat in the large chair watching the minutes tick away. The clock seemed to move slower than usual, the small black hand that usually glided across the silver circle decided to loudly tick. Second by second, minute by minute letting me know that my suffering would not end as soon as I had hoped. 5:30, that’s when I was to die. When that large oak door that sat before me would swing open and my own personal executer would enter. I could not escape my fate either. All the windows seem to be plastered shut every door locked.

So I sat and glared, heart racing and palms sweating, waiting for 5:30 to arrive and it did, all too soon. The door opened with a creek letting in gust of bitter cold air and quietly my mother entered. She had been out all day greeting her subjects and whatever women who run the world do during the day. She uttered an almost pleasant hello and nearly walked past before seeing it. My hair. Which was cut short spiked to the side and purple. “Hello mother” , I whispered as I watched her eyes begin to flare with rage. I stood up to give her a better view and even did a little twirl. “What on earth did you do?” she demanded. I, however, enjoying my brief dominance in the conversation and just stared. “Why nothing at all mother”. I then, by accident, broke out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. She, of course, found the situation not funny at all and showed it with a hard slap to my face.

I was use to such ways of silencing and simply held my check and smiled. “It’s just a hat mother” I spat and pulled it off revealing my medium length black hair pulled up in a bun. “You are such an ignorant fool!” she yelled as she stormed out of the pallor. The comment caught me off guard, the phrase seemed very odd but I let it go and a replied a dry “Love you too mother”, I spat satisfied with what I had accomplished for the evening. Getting off death row is easier than one thinks.

I know that’s kind of a depressing story and I know I sound like some cynical monster bent on making people cry but that’s not the case at all. I just felt like having fun and that was my fun for the day. I’m very immature like that. Anyways, a rumble in my stomach interrupted my victory party so I skipped to the kitchen. Randy, our chef, was out buying grocery so there would be no one to object to my raid of our refrigerator. I swung opened the large, state of the art, stanless steel doors and retrieved a piece of cake and some root beer. I laughed to myself as I climbed the stairs knowing my mother would have a heart attack if she saw the snack I had chosen. She is on some new health kick, I here it’s the governments idea, and being one of the 13 head councilman she must play along. And unfortunately being one of 13 councilmen’s daughters, I had to play along as well. But I refuse to do anything they say or do even if; on the rare occasion they are right. It’s the principal of the thing you know? I can't be a flip flopper doing what they say one minute then changing sides the next. Then I would be as bad as my mother.

Now upstairs, I enter my “chambers” as SHE likes to call them and devoured my treats. I sat in my favorite flower shaped chair and looked out the window. It was the dead of winter, my least favorite time of year but from the house, it was the most beautiful. Our garden with its bare trees covered in snow twinkled in the orange sun light and the fountain seemed to be frozen in time, its water tower icy and clear. Winter can be so pretty at times but people are so fickle with it. One minute people love playing in the snow and the next there complaining about the guy that died on the icy road. People are so hypocritical, I hate that. It has beauty for a short amount of time and most people can appreciate that. It’s like….how in the morning snow is a white blanket lightly covering the bushes and by rush hour it’s just a pill of ugly gray slush. It must be hard to be winter, that is if season have feelings….I’ve never asked winter if it did. But to be so hated by so many when it knows inside that it is beautiful if only people would look at the right time. That how a lot of people I know are misunderstood. There brilliance and beauty is the best and brightest for only a short time. But humans love the ones who are only witty and descent looking. But they stay that way all the time. It’s disgusting really.

The deep little note took me t until about 8 o’clock and I was being called for dinner. But not just any dinner oh no . This was MY dinner. Yay. My mother , needing all the attention she can get set up a dinner for my whole family to honor ME of all people for getting home safely from my trip with my father a couple weeks ago. Have you ever heard such a crappy occasion to throw party in your life? I haven’t ,and you know the part the really gets me? My father isn’t even invited. He, “spent the entire month with you, one night without him won’t hurt!” that’s what SHE said about the matter ugh. How much more jealous can you get. Anyway I had to get ready. Which meant putting on an ugly dress and an ugly hat and pretending I want to see all my god awful relatives, mothers political friends and anyone else mother wants to impress. I didn’t know what dress I was going to wear just yet but I’m sure mother picked out a horrible one just for me. I dragged myself over to the closet and saw it. Hanging right in front of my face. A purple ruffled dress and hat stolen for Marie Antoinette closet I’m sure. My mother LOVED old old OLD fashion such as these, she wished she lived in such a time and acted like she really did. Since I would rather die than wear that horrible excuse for clothing, I put on some jeans and a t-shirt and just for fun I even sported the hat. I then walked over to the mirror and stare. My chocolate brown face surprisingly looked good under the hat and I almost wanted to giggle at the sight.

“Monica!! Monica gets down here! Everyone is waiting! I rolled my eyes and quickly changed into my dress because let’s face it, I’m already in enough trouble for the day.

I wobbled down the winding marble stairs to a standing crowd of people gushing and awing about how cute I looked. It was disgusting. They all knew the dress was putrid and they all knew I hated it. But they were following the rules, doing exactly what they were supposed to do which was to act pleasant. I HATE society rules and yes, yes I know hate is a strong word but who said it’s a strong word? Society. So there. I rest my case. My mother aka the spokesmen for rules came to the end of the stairs to met me. "Why don't you look amazing my dear." she practically yelled across the dining hall in the fakest voice she could muster. "We are so glad you decided to join us." She spat with a underline hint of sarcasm only I could hear. Please go greet you guest. So I trudged on, shaking hands , taking hugs and pretending I gave even a half a crap about any of these people. It’s not that I don't like my family , I really do , it's just I know they don't care so why should I? They could care less that I’m home. Half of them didn't know I left, there are either here for the food, to please my mother or because they feel they are obligated. They rather be home stuffing their face with ice cream. That’s why I like holidays because everyone is there to celebrate. It’s not about any one person or event, just fun. But tonight was not one of those nights. And it was only getting started. After saying at least a thousand hellos and 30,000 hugs my mother introduced me to James, Mr. Hampton’s son. Mr. Hampton would make your skin crawl. I know it. He is one of the 13 councilmen along with my mother, in fact he is number 2 in charge. You can just tell that it keeps him awake at night. Not being the man in charge , working so hard to just have to look up to someone. I barely knew the guy and I could see it. He walked with such straight posture and used words Webster wouldn't that it showed he must be compensating for the lesser parts of himself. And for that, I hated him. He should accept himself for who he is and should love himself for freaking sakes, but I couldn't say that. I simply uttered a high pitch hello. He sent one back and told me to get to know his son as he and my mother walked away. I rolled my eyes, "You shouldn't do that" James barked. "And why the hell not?" I asked with a smile , one eyebrow raise just enough to show my complete mocking of him. "Because it's unlady like" I swear his ego was higher than the moon. "Well who said I’m a lady?" My eyebrow raised even higher." Well a girl as pretty and well educated as yourself must be a lady" He was such a kiss up. "Is that your idea of a complement" "Yes" he said with a satisfied smile. "Well here is mine, a young man as tall and tan , muscular, smart and polite as yourself…." I said exaggerating each word, "please go on" he almost yelled loving every second of me kissing his pompous ass" Must have the most disgusting, unattractive, repulsive personality I’ve ever meet. Good bye James" and there I left him mouth wide open and pride smashed to a pulp. It was a good feeling.

The rest of the party was uneventful other than the occasional glare from James which sent me into a laughing fit. I sat at the end of the long table as the help cleaned up and ate a plate full of crème puffs. When I heard my phone ring. It was BB with a quick message about meeting her at the creek in 15 minutes. It seemed urgent so I stuffed down the last couple puffs and headed upstairs. I changed into the outfit I planned to wear to my party (hat included) and turned on the computer. The blue glow almost blinded me in the dark room. I blinked a couple times and kept working. I looked up the weather and boring tabloid stuff and watched a couple videos. I do that kind of stuff sometimes. I hate wasting time but I’m really good at it. Then before I knew it , it was time to go. My room was on the 3 floor of our mansion so the window was not an opinion. The guards will be at the front door (you know you’re a councilmen loved by the people when you need guards on your doors) I decided the back door was my best bet. It would be rather easy once I got off the 3rd floor. So I removed my shoes and set out. The marble was cool on my bare feet as I tiptoed onward. Then at the edge of the stairs I heard clapping. It was my older sister Alex. Well her real name was alexzandria , yes with a Z, but Alex fits her evil personality if you ask me, that’s why she hates when I call her that. “ And the award for sneakiest bitch goes to…Monica!” She whispered as she clapped a smirk on her face. I gave her a glare and kept walking “Mother told me what you did this afternoon, I find it quite childish “Well I find you quite ugly so does it matter?” I knew it was cheap shot but I didn’t have time for her games. So I tip toed down the rest of the stairs and out the back door. While I walked to the creek I realized Alex didn’t come to my party. I didn’t care of course but I still wondered why. My questions went unanswered as I arrived at the creek. I looked around and saw no one so I sat on a rock and waited. It was rather cold and I knew it would be after checking the weather but didn’t wear a coat anyway. I kept sitting and staring at the water for at least 30 minutes , my anger slowly building inside me. I hate when people do that kind of thing. Interrupted your day and tell you to be somewhere and they don’t even care enough to show up. I sat for about another 10 minutes and I was fuming. I threw about 18 rocks into the creek making huge splashes trying to release my anger and marched off. She always does this I muttered through my teeth. Tears began to stream down my face, for a bitter, angry, hard headed person I cry a lot. She doesn’t give a shit about people’s feelings! My murmurs grew louder. I stopped to punch a tree. I’m done! I’m done with her ,my mind kept saying it all the way up the stairs to my room. I can be really dramatic and over the top sometimes. And as I lay on my tear soaked pillow with a now throbbing head ache I knew I didn’t mean I single word I said.


Submitted: August 01, 2012

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KinG WeBStaR

This is a masterpiece. Standing ovation I really enjoyed reading this.Keep writing and thanks for sharing.

Love Da KInG

Wed, August 1st, 2012 5:23pm

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Oh wow that's so kind! Thanks so much!

Wed, August 1st, 2012 7:29pm

Promise2001

WOW I LOVE IT :D

Thu, August 2nd, 2012 11:19pm

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AWW! Thank you!

Fri, August 3rd, 2012 9:41am

inspiredbylove22

Very nice, original story :) I really enjoyed the first chapter. Lovely descriptive detail and great flow. My only suggestion would be to read it through once uploading it and space the paragraphs. Breaking it up would make it much easier on the eyes. Few grammar and spelling mistakes but I'm sure it was just haste to upload that you missed them, but I think you were justified in your excitement to see what your audience thought of it, I would be very proud of your first chapter :)

Sun, August 5th, 2012 11:42am

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Thanks! And yeah I'm going to clean it up soon.

Sun, August 5th, 2012 12:17pm

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