ZIA BIANCHI
Living in Rome is not beautiful as they say, young people behave like adults and adults like young people, we have to survive and hiding our appearance is the only way to do it.
Wearing expensive Chanel shoes, famous designer dresses, and faux leather bags, looking like a retard. We use the newest cars of the year and there are times when we spend money on unnecessary things.
Splendidly hiding how broke we are behind all those piles of clothes and botox that are responsible for covering and taking care of us.
In my case, I am allowed to arrive at nine o'clock at night, as long as I am accompanied by my brother Alesso, use the car only to go to school, eat fried foods only once a month and it must be half a bag of 46 grams, they also allow me to say silly, the only high-sounding word I know, I can eat half a hot dog only twice a year, my food is based on vegetables and a chicken breast.
I wear botox so my lips don't feel so simple. Do you see? Do you still want to belong to the most famous elite in all of Italy? Believe me, it is not pleasant to be this, it is not, nor will it be.
What's more, I could continue saying and counting more and more arguments for not being the daughter of a great businessman, everything sucks, even my name. Zia? In any case, they would have given me Sandia.
I hate being a Bianchi and partly I like it, I hate to see what my family had become. I don't want this, but I can't run away.
Oh, look who's coming in, the lady of hypocrisy, Francesca Bianchi, aka my mom.
—Have you taken your vitamins? —You didn't take them a week ago and… —I interrupt my mother.
—"I got malnourished because of my lack of interest in things that can save my life" —I repeat what my mother always says —I know, and now, I already took them, you can be sure that I will not die, at least not today, —I told her, tempting her to suicide.
—I warn you, Zia, I don't want stained carpets, all of the rugs in this house are new and I don't want stains, in any case, it is something quiet, outside the country, I don't want a drama from all of Rome for this respectable family, I don't have time not even for your bullshit. I have enough with your useless father and his bastard son of his — see? Would their mothers tell them that? Mine yes.
—Believe me,—I'm honest— I don't like cuts, it would rather be a game of hangman. Anyway, I'm leaving— I warn him, grab my backpack and slam the door out.
I get in my car, yes, as I said, the latest model. I start to drive slowly, we don't want a police officer to stop us and we are the next ladies to appear on YouTube, you know dad gets mad.
I am driving through the tight but beautiful streets of Rome and we arrive, Scuola Santander, a personalized institute for students with a great economic position, where the teachers drool when they see the students or in this case, the bags of money, the better they treat us the more tip now do you understand what I'm saying? oh well and I clarify, I am not popular, but neither nerd, I just stay on the sidelines, I would be with everyone.
It is not that I hate everyone, but I do not want to please everyone, I have enough that the publicity that is given to me is always "The black sheep of the Bianchi" so I have no intention of changing the way others they see me.
If I have learned something from Francesca Bianchi, it is to never lower my head, no matter how stupid the situation may be. She is not even the iota of a good mother, she changed as my father's pay was higher and she little by little she began to move away from me, from my brother. Transforming into what she is now, an old woman, with a false smile to the outside, a woman who forces me to undergo plastic surgeries, a woman who has tortured me for twelve years. Little by little I have gotten used to it, and she starts to scare me.
I continue my way towards the parking lot until I observe a guy with a cigarette in his mouth and the typical bad boy demeanor, he is hitting another boy.
I brake without any delicacy and touched the car horn, the boy released the subject and got up annoyed, watching me without care.