SAMANTHA POV
You know the life of a rich child is just that your life is always planned by your family. They know what's best for you, the kind of occupation that fits you, the course you'll study in school, and even the man you'll marry. They all have those planned for you, especially when you are a girl. That's exactly the situation I am in right now.
I am Samantha Goldman. I'm just 23 years old, about to finish college and study business being the only child of the family, and planning to take over my father's legacy. I should tell you that, I'm 6ft5 inches tall. Quite robust but not fat, don't get me wrong, and am not skinny. Just moderate with a sexy shape. More like Beyonce, which made me win miss world thrice and made my dad company more successful.
My eyes are quite harpy and sharp, pointed nose, soft diamond face, and small love lips. Boys fall head over heels for me but as I said, my life is already planned that I didn't even know about it.
"Won't you touch your food? You know you've just been staring at it for minutes now?" Dad said more like a question. When I raised my brow at him, he looked at my mom in confusion.
"Is that a question or a statement?" I asked, laughing. He shrugged and mom laughed.
"You should work on your English, pops," I said jokingly before tossing a bit of the pancake in my mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring the beauty and tasty food mom cooked.
"Mom, you are the best," I thumbed up at her and she smiled at me warmly before she sent me a flying kiss but dad hijacked it.
"I can surely cook more than her, you know?" He said. I coughed a bit as we all laughed again.
"Don't worry, we're gonna do a food competition soon. By then, you will know I'm being sincere about what I said." Dad stopped, cleaned his mouth, and pecked my cheek. He hugged mom, and walked out of the home.
When he was gone, mom looked at me with a wondering look as if she was asking me why I wasn't heading to school already.
"I'm going, mom. So, just don't look at me like that, okay?" I said, taking my bag as I took one big bite from my food again.
"Just take care and don't be home late, okay?" she said hugging me tight.
I smiled at her and turned away walking out of the door. I went to the car garage and got into the latest car I just got which was a BMW 2022. That was one of the characteristics of being a rich heir, one I didn't mind flaunting.
I zoomed off riding to school in very fast motion. I will not even base it on a situation that I'm a girl, at least the first to drive a car is a girl. I got to school quite early, driving through the school compound where everyone was looking widely amazed. They always do, like they will surely do. One, I'm rich. And two, I'm the fucking richest person here.
"Hey, Sam, you look awesome today," Nancy said, rushing to hug me. We embraced ourselves right and giggled.
"You don't look bad yourself?" I said more like a question. She raised her brow at me and I sighed deeply.
It's not entirely my fault though, she did wear a jumpsuit and a baggy top. Not quite long, they began to take pictures of me. I must admit it's sweet being the popular bitch, where all boys fall under their knees to ask you for either dinner, dance, date, bowling, or even a birthday.
"Looks like you are also making grace boil as usual. Also, how are we getting back at her?" Nancy asked.
I bit my lips and looked at the bitch.
You all know what? I just don't get pretty because I was a rich girl, no. I got pretty because I sure have a rich family, and Grace.
Grace has been a school bitch and sweetheart since high school, I was the nerdy one, the one that always cares about her study so I could pass, but as usual, you always get picked on when the bullies don't like you. She picked on one with every opportunity she got. My once crush, Tristan, whom I adore was taken from me by her. She did a lot of bad thing to me till I finished high school.
I thought have seen enough of Grace SWART but I was wrong. She got admitted to the same college I was, and she began to bully me again and took my boyfriend who was not even hot, but still, she took him to get at me which made me change to who I am today. At first, they didn't believe their sight, they didn't believe that I was this pretty than Grace. I did all that Grace has done to me. I took her popularity and I made her boyfriend, the hottest guy, on campus fall for me and that made her boil but I showed her who's boss.
Back to reality,
"Don't worry, Nancy. I have the perfect plan," I walked toward my locker.
Soon, the bell rung signifying the first period. I took my English textbook and I walked straight down to my class. Sure having English is not my field but I already have pass grade in the course. This mean that I have enough grade for it. I entered the class and went straight to the back seat where I sat. I just kept looking at Miss Brown, our teacher, as her mouth was just moving. The topic she was teaching was literacy. So who doesn't know literacy, duh.
The bell rang for the next period as soon as we were done with the literature class. I looked at my wristwatch, more like an android watch, there it had my timetable and everything else. I had a business class for the next two periods. But before then, I still have the time to get something. I wuickly rushed to the cafe home, where I know the owner since I'm nice and popular. What do you expect?! I ordered coffee and cookies from him.
"What's with you? You look strange to me," Mark stated his observation. Actually his name is Mark, and he is quite old to give birth to me thrice. But what amazes me more is that he's a great cook, a wonderful one at that. I always leave the school cafeteria and go to his place to eat something. Dont blame me. The food at the cafe just smells nice but tastes horrible once it touched the tongue.