'So how was school?' Mum said while making me pancakes.

 
'Don't ask.' I said. That one question just reminded me Conor. 

Was I being too mean to him? I mean, I could have said no nicely, I didn't mean to shout and make a scene. But he mistaked me for one of the other girls. And I hated him for that. 

He might have been a hot boy but I can't believe how much of an idiot he is. I thought If they're rich, they could atleast hire someone who can help them be smart. But no. All they care about is 'Does my hair look good?' or 'Oh god, I'm tired of that girl, I'm gonna break up with her and go out with her sister, shes hot.'

'It can't be that bad.' Mum said looking at me with concern. I really wanted to tell her about the Riches, but I know she will just bring my dad up again and I'm really not in the mood to talk about him. Actually to think about it, I'm never in the mood to think about him.

'Mum I'm tired, school was a headache so I'm going head to bed.' I said. 

I took my pancakes to bed. Mum didn't say anything. She knew I wasn't in the mood. I wasn't lying. School was a headache. After I did my big scene in History, I never saw the the Riches. But I did see some evil eyes on me. If they knew the full story, they would be on my side again. 

Before the Riches came, I was kind of popular. I had no enemies and this school used to be my team. Now that the Riches have came, everyone except for my friends have turned against me. Its scary. It's like your home has turned into a hotel, where anyone with the biggest room gets all the people's attention. That's not the best example but its not the worst.

I went up stairs and sat on my bed. I sighed. 'You will pay.' That made me laugh. Its actually funny when you think about it. I smiled when I remembered Conor's face when I said to him 'I don't care.' It was classic. My phone rang. 

'Hey.'

'Hey Rubes, how you doing?' Josh said.

I sighed. 'Fine.'

'So are you coming tomorrow?'

'Yeah, why?'

'No, It's just, what happened in History class was pretty big.'

'Yeah, I know but I am not scared of some poshies.'

He laughed. 'Is that what your calling them?'

'Yeah I missed you so much, you know that?'

'Yeah, you too.' He said.' Oh, I have to go, mum making lunch.'

'Oh okay, see yaa.' I said, kind of dissapointed.

'Oh, and listen, Be careful tomorrow. I've heard the Riches once made someone commit suicide.'

'Really?' That made me more mad at them. 

'Wow, thats... look, I'll be careful don't worry.' I smiled and said bye.

This was creepy. This was creepy because the Riches were so similar to my dad. It scared me. When my mum was telling me about my dad, she told me that my dad didn't hit her. She hurt herself. She wanted to kill herself because that man was a nightmare that will torture her forever. But I stopped her. If it wasn't for me, she would have been gone and I would have lived in a care home till I was 18.

I cleared my head. I brushed my teeth, ate my pancakes and went to bed. I felt really weird, I don't know why. But I had to let go of it. I wasn't scared about tomorrow and I knew I would never back down.

The alarm clock went off for the 6th time. 

'Okay Okay, I'll get up.' I said sleepily to the alarm clock. I slowly got up from the comfortable bed and went to take a shower. 

After I was done, I looked outside to see if it was sunny. It was. I smiled and wore my blue shirt that said 'Hater's going to hate.'
And wore black jeans with it. I combed my hair and put it in a bun. 

'Hey mum.' I said sitting on the stool in the kitchen.

'Good morning, what do you want to eat?'

I looked at the watch and saw that I spent too much time sleeping. And my punishment is that I can't eat breakfast.

'Its okay mum I'm going to head to school.' I said while getting my bag.

'Okay bye.' She gave me the key to the house.

'Again mum?' I said. Shes been staying late in work all the time.

'Look darling, I've got a lot of bills to pay and getting extra shifts will help.

By: Shiza Fatima