Limitless

Every man’s dream

Chapter 6: Every man’s dream

Teenagers we are carefree, careless but happy. We are often confused but we know that we are in the right path. We love and care truly and we are appreciative we do not dwell to hatred. How we live our lives is our own business as long as we are having fun. Our hearts can give pure love. We are active, we are cool, but we are so confused in discovering who we really wanted to be.

I lived my life getting all the love from my parents they never made me feel I am unwanted or I am bad for them. They always compliment me congratulate me, they are extra careful even when I was still a child. Time just changes when I become a teen. When I started doing the things I really wanted to do. They were still there as my support system. They never left me behind. But sometimes they were nowhere to be found, they were always on an out of town. But they will always buy me kinds of stuff as their gifts for me.

I am living the dream of every teenager, a life where they can get whatever they want little did I know that when I entered school it was its counterpart. It is the total opposite of home. Our home gives me love and made me feel so loved. But school made me suffer, made me outcasted, and left me alone. I never wanted to experience such a lonely school life so I tried so hard to be friends with my classmates.

But they do not like me, they said that if they will be friends with me the mean girls will bully them. It is not because they hated me but because of this face of mine, they said that some mean girls were actually jealous of me. How does that happen? I am still confused.

Today I am here at our home, mom is here and dad is also here. They just got home from a long weekend trip to Singapore, I did not bother asking them what they did there because I know how busy they are managing our businesses.

Mom bought me bags for school, dad bought me a new bicycle, it is fun that I have new toys again. They really love me. I hope people in the school, especially the bullies will love me my parents love me. I hope they will not hurt me anymore.

“You’ll be every man’s dream daughter.” My mom told me as she fixes my hair. It is good that the bruises and the scars were now fully healed, I never said to my parents that I got bullied for having this face, I knew mom wants to keep my heads up among others.

Seeing my face in the mirror makes me wonder why would they hate me for having this beautiful face, I actually got it from my mom who has mixed genes, it is not my fault that I got my dad’s charismatic aura. The mixture of their genes is perfect, and I am here. Getting hates because of this face.

My mom is firm, confident, and independent. I got her looks as well as her hourglass figure that’s why I got bullied for having such a beautiful face and body.

“Why are you crying?” My mom asks, which made me look at her and get taken by her question. I wanted to tell her the real reason but was too afraid that if they will do ridiculous things to my parents, that was my greatest fear. It is okay for me to suffer rather than see them getting the same hate I am receiving. So, I lied.

“I remember my quiz, yesterday mom, I got the lowest grade.” I lied. I take a sad look at her for her to believe me. And I was right she hugged me and kissed me on my cheeks.

“It doesn’t matter, you can get a high score on the next quiz honey. Mom won’t get mad.” She said that made me form a small smile. I always love my mom for being considerate to me.

Mom always considers my grades, she didn’t pressure me at all. I can feel that I am loved at home. But at school, I was hated, bullied, and trashed.

“Aya, should I drive you to school?” My dad asks me while he is holding his coffee, I smiled at him and nodded. He then smiled at me too. At some point, I thought of it as his way of telling me that he is always there for me.

I think for it for a bit. Thinking that if they would know who my dad and mom are they might not bully me anymore. So, I decided to say yes. At some moment I wanted to use my parents to get out of this mess.

The next day I woke up early and a little bit excited because I thought my plan would be great. If the bullies will know who are my parents is they might not bully me anymore. Because they will probably think that we are rich and we can easily send them to jail. Thinking of those made me happy. I hope that the bullies will stop hurting me. It is not funny and it is not helping me grow.

“Let’s go Aya,” My dad told me and I smiled at him I went to the car garage and sit on the front seat as he drove me to the school. Mom uses her own car.

“Are you okay at school?” he asked. I was so persistent to tell him the truth but I did not want to. Not yet.

“Yes dad, school is fun,” I said and tell him some fun happenings inside the school. I know I got bullied most of the time but I still enjoy the events made by the school student body.

“That’s good, have fun, high school will be the most memorable school era,” he said I hope that it was as memorable as they imagine. Mom and dad always tell stories about how their high school life went, how fun it is, and all. At some point, I am feeling envious. I wanted to experience the same experience.

We entered the gate and students were looking at my father’s car, maybe it’s because it is a BMW I don’t even care, dad can afford any car, he is rich.

“Were here,” he said and I smiled at him.

“I’ll be going, dad,” I said and kissed him on the cheeks.

“Take care Aya, love you,” he said, he is always been a sweet father to me. He then kissed me on my cheeks as he waved his hand to me, I smiled at him too and finally waved my hand to him.

I am a little bit scared especially when I saw the bully near my dad’s car, he is looking at the car and waiting for the person to come out. I opened the car door scared and I heard the students gasp when they saw me. I got scared but still didn’t do anything. I waved my hand at my dad and run into our classroom.

That day the bully didn’t do any moves, even when I am on my way home, dad did not go to school to get me so I just go home through public transport. I can hear my schoolmates talking about me. Maybe they just saw my dad a while ago.

I hope that my move will take me out of the bullies’ sight. They might give me freedom now. One week have passed and no bully went too far. I love it, I am so happy as I see the wounds getting fully healed. I know I am not yet advised to got laser scar removal but I still did it. I didn’t use dad’s card because I am afraid that he might know what was happening with me, he might do some ridiculous thing. My dad has anger issues so I do not want him to do bad things to them.

The dermatologist started the treatment and gave me some medicines after that I went to the mall to buy my favorite ice cream. The strawberry ice cream always gives me comfort, it is so relaxing. I even went to my favorite Italian food to eat lunch, mom and dad weren’t at home they are on a business trip, their usual weekend.

On Sunday morning I went to the park to give my dog a walk. He deserves to meet new friends so I let him. I saw kids eating chocolates and smiling at me. I’ve been friends with them since day one.

“Hi, Aya.” The kid greeted me and I smiled at them. They tell me stories about their fun school moments that made me feel envy. I envied them for meeting real friends.

“Do you want some ice cream?” I cut them when I saw their favorite ice cream vendor.

They shouted due to excitement and I went there to buy them ice cream.

“Thanks, Aya.” They thanked me, after that, I bid my goodbye. I want to rest already tomorrow is Monday again so I need to study.

As I was in my room, I scanned my books and do some reviews for the lesson next meeting. I know that I am not brilliant just like my dad but I am always trying my best to study well. I used my new highlighters brought by my mom yesterday. She is always like that spoiling me with things. My dad on the other hand brought me books. He wanted me to read more and I am getting exhausted already just by seeing the thick books.

Mom even bought me make-up kits that made me happy. I get her attitude of being so in love with makeups. She is a fashion model for me even she is not because her taste in clothing, makeup, and perfumes are so cool. She can slay even just by wearing jeans and shirts.

I am walking happily in the hallway, feeling so safe but that was what I thought. I just find myself getting pulled again by the bullies.

“Give me your money.” They said they were scared, they are also pointing the kitchen knife at my neck. I cried again. As I get my wallet to give them the money.

“Do you have a card?” they asked again, and I shook my head. It is the best the decision for today to leave my dad’s card at home. I do not want them to get my money but then they still find my money inside my bag. It is the secret pocket of my bag but they still saw it.

“Wooh, 5000 pesos for a high schooler sounds rich.” The bully speaks up with his high pitch getting too excited.

I am crying, I do not want them to get my money, I am saving for something. I want to make a present for my parents for their upcoming anniversary. How dare they get my money? I wanted to punch them, I wanted to slap them, I wanted to fight for myself but I am so weak. I cannot even stand. I am so weak and useless, I feel like I can’t do anything.

They were talking s**t and they wanted to get more of my money. I hated them. I hate them even more.

“Oh, I forgot you are the daughter of the CEO.”

“With your family background, only daughter, heir of the family, rich, wealthy, and living cozy fine.”

“Your life is everybody’s dream.”

“With this body and face of yours.”

“You are every man’s dream.”

I hope not!

That was their words to me before letting me go, that was supposed to be a compliment but it is disgusting to hear, especially it comes from the mouth of the bully.

“Every man’s dream? I don’t want that! I want a free high school experience.”

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