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All Eyes on You
A/N: Hey, welcome to my newest story. For my readers who read Torn to Pieces, I am extremely sorry I haven't updated that yet! Huge writers block on that one.
But for now, I hope you guys enjoy this one. It's terribly cliched but I want to twist it a bit.
“Ooooohh, there’s little miss ugly! Watch out for that huge nose! It might attack you one day. OH and don’t forget those two things on her face, I think they’re called eyes. But her ones look like marshmallows!” Alex Hunter smirked.
He was standing at the gates of Berkeley Hamptom College for the Gifted and Talented (long name I know), sleeves rolled up and hair billowing. His posse of brainless worshippers snickered along, all eyes on me.
I am the laughing stock of the prestigious school Berkeley Hamptom College for Gifted and Talented. Yes, talented alright, talent for the girls is being able to spend the most money in 1 hour, talent for being the bitchiest girl of the year, talent for being the most arrogant jerk, talented for being popular.
They might as well chuck in College for the dirty rich snobs. The school is loaded and the students here are loaded. Everyone here is mini Paris Hiltons (nothing against her of course).
Though don’t get me wrong, there are the rich ones that are intelligent as well. Though that’s like an eighth of the population.
I wasn’t here because my parent’s money, in fact, I was here on scholarship. Yes and I guess I am the minority of nerdy scholarship students. And it sucks being the nerdy scholarship girl.
“Here she comes! Quick, duck everybody!” shouted Alex. Everyone around him burst out laughing and obeyed mockingly.
I have no life; I am constantly teased by the rich, stuck up and popular boy Alex Hunter who is the most wanted guy alive in Year 8. He was wanted alive for his apparent delusional looks that every girl seems to be enchanted under. They are mesmerized every single day.
Except for me.
I DO NOT understand what’s so special about the floppy blonde hair, bright blue orbs and the perfect height. It’s just another typical movie image but can’t girls see through his fakeness and see how cruel he is?
But then again, all the girls at B.H.C have daddies with gold platinum cards that never seem to expire.
All the girls at B.H.C are drop dead gorgeous, yet again typical movie images.
All the girls at B.H.C are fake, they are plastic. They all swoon for that Alex, they all giggle in high pitched voices, they all cry when their nail is broken in P.E and they are all extremely catty.
It’s as if the criteria for B.H.C are to be rich, gorgeous and bitchy. Well I guess I don’t fit in.
Firstly, I am not rich. I live with my mum because my dad decided to run off years ago. I don’t miss him, I miss my mum, Daphne. She used to be the perfect mother, but now, she’s just wavering in the background. She became depressed after she lost my father, and then lost her job. So now she has barely any money and has to live off what the government gives us.
Secondly, I am not gorgeous. I have dark brown hair that I inherited from who knows where. My hair has a mind of its own, it likes running away from me in all directions. Have you ever seen Einstein’s hair? Well my hair looks like that, except not as frizzy, just wild and curly. Oh, and electrically charged.
I have a huge nose that I am positive was the result of both my parents having huge noses. Let’s do some math shall we?
Huge nose huge nose HUMONGOUS UNATTRACTIVE HOOK NOSE. Thanks a lot mum and dad!
My eyes are too far apart, and I have green eyes. You would think, green eyes, how pretty! But trust me, with my pale, freckly skin; the puke shade of green is not nice! And, they are framed by a pair of disgusting black glasses because my mum can’t afford to get me nicer ones.
And, I am too tall and I look as if I will topple over any second. I have knobby knees and lanky arms. It’s as if my body isn’t proportioned properly. I really look a sight! And my teeth are horrifically proportioned as well, with two huge front teeth, I look like a rabbit!
And the oh so lovely Alex has come to a conclusion that I am a freak. From Day 1 he has tormented me passionately.
I now have a talent for blocking him out. Though it hasn’t stopped me from being hurt from his stupid comments.
Thirdly, I am not bitchy. How can I be bitchy when I have no friends?
Oh wait, the only friend I have is the librarian who gives me funny looks but then feels sorry for me because every lunch time, recess and before school, I am snuggled up in the corner reading some soppy book.
And, even if I had friends, I would be too shy to even talk. I seem to have this amazing ability to stutter and choke and then my face turns red. Yes, I love my talents.
Though I quite like my name. Kiera-Lee Ellsworth. My name was thankfully inherited from my great, great grandmother or something like that. That is the one and only thing I like about me, sadly enough.
“LOOK, she looks like a tomato! What’s the matter pumpkin? Embarrassed? ” guffawed guess who?
I dipped down my tomato red face and scurried past the group in my dark green tunic and black school shoes. I have had to live up with endless tormenting every single time I breathed. They just can’t seem to stop.
And by they, I generally mean Alex. But his friends also piss the hell out of me. Especially the gaggle of bitchy and perfect girls that seem to have rotated around all the guys at least twice.
“Argh! Watch where you’re going nerd!” a high pitched voice snapped icily. My head snapped up and immediately dipped back down when I saw who I had accidentally bumped into.
Enter Gemma Brianna Haydenson. Queen bee of the Year 8, and if possible the whole school. Her name Haydenson means she is the only daughter of a top business manager and a trophy wife. Haydenson also means her future is secured as part of the royal and loaded family line. Money buys everything.
Her sting is extremely poisonous. She holds so much power, everyone in the school, including the seniors are intimidated by her.
Her personality is ice.
She is ice.
Now let me tell you something, all the other girls here are bimbo’s who shriek and are very immature. Gemma is always cool and cold. She is an ice queen. She does not squeal.
She proclaims.
Her entrance is always seen.
Her exit is always seen.
She is a bitch with capital B.
In Year 7, she made a girl 2 years older than her crumble over and have an emotional breakdown. She has dated an endless amount of boys, each one craving for her like a goddess. But I don’t understand why. She made one guy drop down to his knees and beg for mercy.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she was as a baby the bully as well. She probably had all the mothers bow down to her. Gemma Haydenson is feared and can make anyone do anything anytime.
Being this powerful and coming from such a perfect family, she obviously has extremely prominent features.
Her perfectly golden hair is always silkily straight, almost picture perfect. She makes advertisement hair look like a pile of crap.
She has glowing crystal blue eyes that are wide and attentive. She is tall and has a stunning body for a 14 year old.
Her walk has a bounce to it, her hips swaying to make every single guy just drop dead. She always walks like she’s on a catwalk and although she is a class A bitch, I admire the air of confidence she holds.
Though I still hate her with all my might.
And she is one of the rare girls that are gorgeous and intelligent unfortunately. She is talented in absolutely everything you name. She has absolutely no flaw. She models, she sings like an angel, she can act, she can do math, she has excellent speaking skills, she is fluent in French.
She can mush us all to pieces and make us wither in pain yet still have us crawling back to serve her.
Basically, she is what every other girl in the school wants to be.
Except for me as usual. I don’t get what guys see in her so called beauty. No matter how mean she is, everyone just seems to worship her still.
And she also has this huge, fabulous extensive wardrobe that is obviously bought from her unlimited expenses. Every time we don’t have to wear school uniform, she comes head to toe in absolute, mature style, and of course each piece is ridiculously amounted designer clothing.
My wardrobe? It consists of nothing. Staple clothing I call it. I really don’t care. As long as you have something to wear. Jeans, a few tops. Just the necessities. I like wearing baggy stuff so I can hide my stupid elongation. And dull colours too, so I am camouflaged more.
Oh and did I mention she is currently dating who else but the Alex?? Yes, they make a great couple, the reigning queen and king bitches. And trust me; their public display of affection makes me want to gag. I swear, they cannot go a day without sticking their tongues down each other’s throat. It sickens me.
Alex is basically a male version of Gemma. Comes from extensive line of loaded family. Is probably going to inherit half the world one day. Yay.
Actually, I think his entrances and exits are more proclaimed. He is like royalty, with long lines of air headed bimbos waiting on him hand and foot. Ew! Why would anyone want to serve HIM?
Alex is an immature jerk that I would like to stick my foot up. He is soo frustrating! Argh!
“Hello? Aren’t you going to apologize to Gemma?” Jessica Winthers snarled, stepping in front of me. I gulped; you don’t want to mess with Jessica Winthers.
She is Gemma’s sidekick and she too has flowing blonde hair and perfect blue eyes. Tall figure. Eats carrot sticks.
However, this girl is on the school’s volleyball team and has won every single game. She is one angry girl. One VERY angry girl who needs anger management FAST.
“Yeh? Aren’t you going to apologize to Gemma?” echoed another girl.
This one I feel sorry for. Her name is Brittney Golders and she has no life except to copy everything Gemma is. She spends her life praising her so called friend and probably has this shrine for Gemma. Of course, Gemma loves it and lets Brittany tag around. Brittany is very vulnerable, despite her features. She too is gorgeous, and has gold ringlets and dusty blue eyes.
“I’m so..soorr..sorrr..sorry. Sorry.” I uttered and quickly rushed away.
And so that’s how my life goes. During class I sit in the corner and do my work quietly and unnoticed. Thankfully Alex isn’t in ALL my classes; however I still have to put up with him in Music and P.E. And his arrogant pompous self seems to be always at the peak in those two subjects. Yes, the Music teacher Ms. Conan is in love with him too.
“Alex. Why don’t you come out here and demonstrate for the class?” “Certainly Miss.”
And then the girls all squeal and clap their little hands, fluttering their eyelashes at Alex who always makes his way up to the front as if he was receiving an Oscar or something.
And guess who gets the highest report mark in Music each year? Blech, it makes me sick.
I am extremely untalented at music. That is probably my only academic flaw, but it doesn’t really count but music isn’t even a proper subject! I take lead in all the other subjects, and I work hard for it all.
Unless Gemma takes my spot. She did once last year, but I worked hard to keep my lead. Oh, she hates me so much for it. That’s another reason why she joins in on the tormenting with Alex. She does it in this cold, cool way.
The bell finally rang for lunch and I gather up my geography books slowly, taking my time. The blonde cheerleaders would go out to the huge grassy field and put on a show for the watching ‘popular boys’. Funnily enough that includes Alex as the lead footballer and Gemma as the lead cheerleader. Yay, they can goggle at each other for all I care.
I am off to the library. Nerd zone.
I stop by my locker and watch miserably as friends met up with friends. Girls giggled and gossiped; the guys exchanged guy stories. Even though I didn’t want to be all preppy and plastic, just sometimes I wish I could part of a huge group.
NO…scrap that. I would much prefer to be boring, shy me than be part of a bitchy group that knew absolutely nothing and the only thing they cared about were boys or make up or whatever.
“HEY LOOK WHO WE HAVE HERE! Make way! The freak show is coming. Roll up! Roll Up! $1 to check out this freak’s nose. You can barely see her face! And oooh, ladies and gentlemen, take a look at that hair! You can NOT get any worse than that. Ladies, this is an example of a disaster.” the familiar snide voice came wafting down the corridor.
Oh my god. Everyone was now staring at me. Alex was on the other end of the corridor smirking, and yelling out those sick comments. I wanted to murder him. I wanted to take off my shoe and throw it as his head.
NO, I wanted to decapitate his head and just chuck it out of this universe and then wring his lovely neck and torment the rest of his body whilst I’m at it.
But of course I do not have the guts to do anything. Let alone tell him to stop. So I just shuffled down the hallway, eyes glued to the floor, cheeks burning in embarrassment. People were laughing, it was so cruel.
“Alex. How could you be so mean? Though I must say you have a formidable point. Who would want to look like that monster? Gosh, I would be embarrassed to be her parents.” A silky female voice appeared.
Gemma! Yes, I would like to snap off her stupid perfect head too.
“FREAK SHOW!”
“NERD!”
By now, everyone along the wide corridor was chucking very hurtful comments at me, all laughing like madmen or madwomen. And of course it was Alex’s fault. Everything was his fault.
I hate him.
I hate him so bad.
“LOOK SHE’S CRYING.”
“CRY BABY.”
“GO HOME TO YOUR MUMMY.”
I’m not crying! I just have something in my eye! OK fine!
I HATE ALEX. I don’t want to cry over him, it’s so stupid. But I do and I can’t stop, he hurts me so much. And Gemma too! All of them!
So with the tears pouring down my cheeks, I break into a run towards the library, leaving the endless tormenting behind.
In the sanctuary of the widespread library, I wipe away the tears with the back of my hand and snuggle up in my favourite corner. I should be used to this, but every time something happens, I just shatter into pieces. I freeze up; I don’t know how to react. And so the tears just start falling.
Oh, I can come back with a remark about 5 hours later. But it’s no use. I am a piece of crap compared to the oh so perfect Gemma. I am just a poor girl who is too smart and ugly. I don’t fit in with anyone.
I can just imagine if I ever talked back to that egotistical jerk, he would probably just drop dead from laughter.
Kiera Lee standing up to Alex Hunter? Oh the day will come when pigs fly.
Whatever. I spend the rest of lunch reading soppy classics and nibbling on my lunch. The bell goes for the last 3 periods of the day and it goes by in a blur. No one notices me in class, unless Alex initiates it.
I am wallpaper. Actually, even wallpaper looks better than me.
Whatever. I take the bus. A 30 minute ride from the posh suburbs where my school is located. The houses are castles, the people are snobs, and the money is displayed. They all try to outdo each other its stupid.
My stop is the last stop, in the grey, scabby suburb of Kexton. Graffiti everywhere. Drunk hobos sprawled on the streets.
I make my way to the tiny flat my mum and I live in. We’re up in the second floor and it’s actually quite comfy there.
“Hello beautiful Kiera-Lee! Always looking stunning as usual!” an elderly voice called out from the balcony.
I plastered a smile on my face. Old . I swear she’s blind or something. She has no life. She just sits on her rocking chair every hour of the day and knits. I feel kind of sorry for her sometimes. She reminds me of me, all isolated in this big world.
“Hello Mrs. Triffley.” I answer politely before bolting up to our floor. Phew. Sometimes, she won’t shut up and can go on for hours. I’ve learnt it the hard way.
“Hello sweetie. You’re home.” My mum called wearily from the sofa. She looked terrible, huge bags under her eyes and wrinkles appearing on her face.
“Hey mum.” I lean over and give her a peck on the cheek. I don’t say anything about the state of the house. It’s always a pigsty; I know my mum tries though. She’s been job hunting recently, and is always exhausted.
Like a good girl, I change into a dull grey tracksuit and help make dinner. After that, I hole myself up into my bedroom and do my homework. And then I go to sleep at the prescribed bed time.
Yes that is my life. So sue me.
I am not a raging teenage girl with a million parties to attend.
I am not a normal teenage girl with a huge phone bill that comes from yakking on the phone with her best friend.
And I am certainly not a girl with a boyfriend hanging off my arm.
I am a sad person with a sad life. I have no friends; I live in misery and isolation. I hated it. But unlike the other girls at B.H.C, whose lives were handed to them on a silver plate, I have to work for my life.
I worked so hard to get into Berkeley Hamptom. I worked my ass off to get the scholarship.
But I am a nobody still.
Oh, and Alex Hunter makes my life hell.
A/N: Well that was the first chapter. Did you like it?? Anything I should change?? Please review and tell me! Thanks a lot!!
