The Billionaire's Daughter

A week after my birthday surprise, my parents arrived from their trip abroad. They had some party coordinators setup a party for me. Previously, the parties were only for my parent’s business partners and my mother’s political colleagues and close family friends. I was usually bored to death. There were times when I thought my ears were bleeding from so much political terms and current events discussions.

This year the coordinators made it more painful for me. They invited my teachers and schoolmates. To add insult to injury, I was not aware of the guest list and that the invitations were already distributed until the day of the celebration.

At the school Ladies’ Washroom, I overheard someone talking.

“Were you also invited to the Geek Queen’s party?”

“Yeah. Almost half of the school was invited.”

“The biggest hotel will be catering her party. That hotel takes almost a year to book. I wonder how the hell did they pull that party.”

“Heellooww! Her mother is a senator?! Her father is one of the richest people in the world?!”

“I know I know. What a way to rub it in our faces!”

“Who does she think she is! Inviting us to her party we’re not even friends with her.”

“Maybe she thinks we will like her now that she sent us some invitation.”

“I heard her mother’s fellow senators will be coming and so as her father’s business partners.”

“I bet billionaires and some celebrities will also be there.”

“That is the reason why my parents insisted that I go and attend. They said it will be a good start for my career.”

“That’s the exact thing my parents told me. Their family is very influential.”

“What? So you girls are thinking of attending her party?”

“I don’t have a choice. I am forced to.”

“That Saphira witch is getting bolder and bolder. I think that friend of hers is making her think she is more special now.”

can’t blame her for trying to fit in now that she has a hunk of a guy doing her every

think they are doing it?

a slut so

“I just hate her.”

but what could I do? If I went out

that I will not be

one year to go Saphira. I kept on reminding myself that only one year of hell and then I’m

“Saphira! Wait up!”

at the library.” I

Your eyes and nose

I think

me stop. He was getting annoyed at me again for lying

you do that. What happened?

the library to

“I. . . “

will pull all the hairs of the mean cheerleaders here until I find

mean to do it,

were at the library so he

heard a group of girls talking in the washroom.

“What party?”

here got invitations to my birthday party. It was supposed to be a surprise I guess since I

that is the invitation I heard a while ago. I’ve been hearing the word Invitation quite a

I wanted them to come to my party when I didn’t even know

“What made you cry?”

“I. . .”

know you. You’re not

were talking about us. They were saying bad things about us. Malicious things and I hate it when they do that. Its okay if they just say things about me but if it involves you. . . I just want to shout at them and . . . and. . .stuff their faces

Silence.

was trying to keep himself