A Walk to the CEO

I was walking in the hallway on my way out of school. My head was held high as I kept my poker face on the line. My phone vibrated so I took it out of my bag as I continued walking. I stopped when someone bumped into me. "Ouch!" I exclaimed. "I'm sorry-" "Watch where you're going!" I said. "Excuse me? You're the one who's not looking!" I glared at her. I looked down at her from her toe up to her head. She was wearing an oversized brown t-shirt and very loose pants. What is she, a hipster? "If I was not looking, then you must be? Why did you bump me?" "It was an accident. Don't make it sound like I did it on purpose." Other students near us are starting to look our way. I can even see some are showing off their cameras to us. They are now taking videos of us. I stared at the girl in front of me. It's obvious she's a newcomer. She doesn't know me. I took a step forward. I was towering over her even just a little because I am a bit taller. "Know who you're talking to first," I said. "Newbie." I walked passed her, bumping her shoulder on purpose. Now we're even. I was on my third step when a hand grabbed my arm, making me look her way. I closed my eyes when I felt her hand. I moved my arm immediately. "Don't touch me!" "Who are you to treat me like that? I told you it wasn't my fault. You were not looking and I am not also. How come that's my fault?" "Did I say that it was your fault?" "Well, that's how I feel!" I stared at her with my fierce look. I don't intend to show emotions all the time. I talk seriously. I take conversation seriously. I walk seriously. I go to school seriously. I never took anything lightly. "Well then, it's none of my business." "How dare you-" "How dare me?" I raised a brow. "Why are you even here?" "To study, obviously!" "What's your name?" She was glaring at me yet looked so confused. She glanced at our surroundings and I think it was just at that moment when she found out that we were actually starting a commotion here in the middle of the court. "Why do you want to know?" "Never answer a question with another question." She cleared her throat. "Aubrey." "Well, Aubrey. As you can see, the morning classes are done. And observing that you are the opposite of my way, meaning you're about to attend the afternoon classes, are you?" "Yes. And why do you care?" "I am the Supreme Council of the school," I said. "And if you don't want my hand to mark you late on the handbook, you better get out of my face." Her eyes widened. Some students near us who heard what I said started to laugh. I was just whispering to her, just right for her to hear, because I didn't want another drama. But there really are students who can hear a conversation even if it was two blocks away. "Y-You-" I nodded. "I am." She licked her lower lips and looked around again. I can tell by her face that she got the answer she wanted. "Don't act so tough in a new area. It will only mortify you." "M-Mortify?" The rose on the side of my lips disappeared. Just where did she come from? I turned my back on her and took a step towards the huge gate. The car service was waiting in front of the school. The driver stepped out to open the door for me. This is how I live my life. Royalty. Our ancient family are rich with gold bars hanging in their rooms. Now, Dad gets to inherit them. "How's school, darling?" Mom uttered as I stepped on to our huge house. She was sitting lovely on the couch with her silky dress flowing on the floor. She was reading a newspaper with a tea pot on the coffee table. "It was good." "Did you step down on that poor organization at your school?" I scratched the back of my neck. "Yeah, well... Technically, I didn't have a chance today." Mom slowly put down the newspaper on the table and smiled at me. "Sit down, Amelia." I sighed and dropped my bag on the floor. "Do you understand that organizing school is not the responsibility of the student?" "Mom, I'm not organizing the school. My position is representing the students and coordinating council. We are committed to putting these values, principles, and ideals into action through academic-" "Hush, darling. I don't need to hear any of that blabbering... What I'm saying is, you are just a student. Why don't you focus on being a student rather than having another responsibility, right?" I sighed. Because I know at this moment, even if I give her thousands of lists saying that my position is far better than what she's imagining, I still cannot do anything. "What if I wait until the end of the year? The year is about to end, Mom. It's not easy to take away the position-" "Well, if you want to get out of it, I can help you. I can call the school." "No, no. Thank you. I'll, uh, I'll do it." She smiled and caressed my hair. "It's the end of the year, you had better focus on your grades than focus on other worthless students." "Yeah," I whispered. "Get ready. We will be attending a party this evening." I looked at her in the eyes. "And Emily?" "Oh, your sister loves staying in her room. Don't worry about her. The maids will take care of her." Mom kissed me on the head as she flew her silky dress out of the living room. I looked up and stared at Emily's room. Her doors were closed. It has always been closed. I walked to the kitchen to find something to eat when I saw Emily trying to reach something on the tall cabinet. "What are you doing?" I said fiercely. She turned to me immediately with her wide eyes. She was red. Her cheeks and nose in her white paper skin were so red. And this scenario isn't new to me. This has happened before. She would always look like that whenever our parents are scolding her. "Why are you here?" she asked as she glared at me. "I asked you." "It's none of your business!" She ran away, bumping my shoulder as if I was the one who made her cry. But sometimes I wonder. If I really was one of the reasons why she always cries.