At the age of 7, my daughter's school held a daughter-and-father dance. I decided to dress up in a tuxedo to the event but instead, my daughter insisted that she wants her real dad to dance with her.
A few days prior to the event, my daughter finally asked the question that I had always refuse to answer. She's still young..
Tara: Mom, who's my father?
Me: Baby, I'm your parents. I'm your mom and your dad.
Tara: I know but..
Me: Why baby? Did anyone say anything to you today at school?
Tara: They were talking about the dance and how they went shopping with their dads for the dress. I felt..left out... I wanted to tell them about my father too. Yet, I'm not sure who he is..
Me: Baby, *pause. Looked at her sad face* I guess, I can tell you who's your father. Come here, sit. This is a story about how I met your father.
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I met your father wayyy early in our life but we were too young to know what love means. I was 5 and he was 6 years old. We went to the same kindergarten and became best friends. Your father was a very sweet boy. He would tell me how cute my ponytail looks and always play with me. I don't remember everything because I was too young but I remembered his name, 'Oliver'.
My family needed to move to another state as my father got a promotion in his company. We moved to New York for Dallas. My dad's job requires moving around every two-three years. One day, at the age of 15, I told my mother (your grandma) that I wanted to be at the same school. I'm sick of traveling and never have any real friends. Thus, my parents did what other parents would do, sent me away to a boarding school. My dad was someone important to his company so we live a comfortable life. He sent me to a private school. That school was a semi-boarding school because only some of the students stay at the hostel. Believe it or not, most of the ones that stay at the hostel have parents who travel a lot too. I guess, even rich people want to get rid of their only child that easy.
I became the new kid with no taste in fashion. I wear zero branded things which made me the poorest kid at school. I could afford most of the brands but I don't prefer to have those. I find comfort in writing, singing, and sometimes, dancing. I don't find the excitement in shopping and possessing too many things. It would be hard to move. I wear comfortable outfits and the rest that seems cute. Yet, I failed the first impression.
No one wants to be associated with the poor kid so for the first couple of months there, I didn't have any friend. I was miserable. I told my parents about it, instead of rushing here to comfort me or back me up, they sent me a bunch of branded outfits and accessories. They made some calls so I got my own room with extra closet space. I was also bullied for 'looking too cheap' by a group of girls. They would do mock me whenever they saw me in the hallway. They also sabotage my locker with dustbin liquid, someone's pee, and more horrible things. They hired one of the dummies to do it. Even the teachers couldn't do anything because their parents spent tons of money on the school.
I endured two months of suffering until one day I decided to stand up for myself.
I read the rules and regulations to the smallest details.
I cut my skirt shorter but still within the rules, I wear thick eyeliner like Amy Winfrey, I paired with the long leather boots. I used the accessories my parents sent me. Anything in black or pink. I dyed my hair to black from my natural blonde. I also cut it short with a bang. I put on some fierce piercing (clip earings).
The moment I stepped into the hallway, all eyes were on me. As I opened my locker, rotten milk flow out from it. Instead of my usual cry and running to toilet scenario, I LAUGH MY ASS OFF! I saw the girls coming and I said, IS THIS THE BEST YOU GOT??! I picked some of those milk with my bare hands and throw it at them. At those cute gucci shoes and prada skirt. I grabbed the leader's collar, i whispered at her right ear, "I promise you that the next time you do shits like this again to my locker, you will find those cute shoes, bags and everything you ever have, burn and melt in from of your eyes."
She said, "That's impossible! You live here, *laughs* my things are nowhere near school."
I smirked (that looks kinda nasty and creepy), "You really want to risk it? Here's something *shows here cute PE shoes she kept in her locker*. " I soak it into the rotten milk while she screams. I throw it at her face. Everyone cheers!!
That's how I stop being bullied by those mean girls.
Obviously, the principal called me to his office.
Mr Knox: You can't do that to another student.
Me: But she can do that? Let me show you significant proof that she did it. *shows the footage of the mean girl and the guy she hired to wrack my locker* Yeah, I put a mini camera in and outside my locker because the school cameras just 'not working' whenever shit happens to me. I know that her father pays you good money so, what do you think he would say if i leak this footage to the internet?
You seriously think I didn't think it through? After this, no one can take me for granted or I would make more damage not just to the school but also the image to the public. *smirk
I wouldn't need to be this evil and threaten everyone if you could just stand up for me.
Now, do we get a deal?
Mr Knox: I,, I can make things work with what you offer.. I don't see other choice..
Me: Well, one more thing, those mean girls need to get something for breaking the rules. I expect community service for the whole month.
Mr Knox: Erm, I mean-
Me: The footage will be launch in a few minutes if you say no.
Mr Knox: Community service sounds amazing! Now, can I have the footage?
Me: Do you think I'm that naive?? I'm holding it. You can trust me. Unlike you, I keep my promises to keep myself SAFE. I paid the fees just like everyone else. My dad even became one of your generous donators because he wants me to have the best facilities but you guys just left me out cold. Ignore those bullies... So, sir, before I expose more corruption of this school, you better DO YOUR JOB better.
I left the principal office with style.
I hate being mean and evil but I knew that I needed to be someone else just to save myself.
Well honey, that's how I survived those years in school and eventually made a move to know your father. Without backing myself up, I wouldn't stay and know your father.
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What do you guys think? I came up with a back story before I reveal the male leads.
I wish I could get back to the people who bullied me in high school.. I guess I can never redeem myself in that way anymore. Being successful and ignoring their existence are the two things I'm doing.
I'm sorry 16-17 years old self.. We can totally do better!!
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