Daddy's Little Mistress

Chapter 3

I skipped down the stairs with a bright smile on my face. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in my bathroom an hour ago. I walked in my living room only to find Mary sitting on the couch waiting for me. She turned around and looked at me.

"Ah...you look stunning honey." Mary said as her face lit up.

"Thank you." I said smiling back at her.

"Well, you're happy today, aren't you?" She asked.

"I guess..." I answered with a giggle.

"Well, it took you long enough. Come on, let's get you to school." Mary said getting up from the couch.

"Where is Mr.Richard."

I asked.

"At work." Mary said.

"Oh..." I said disappointed.

"Is something wrong?" Mary asked.

"Oh, no...nothing." I answered.

"Okay then." Mary said.

Together, we walked to my elevator and went to the first floor. We walked past Mr.Richard's Ciroc bar where he invites a bunch of dudes with gold teeth on game day and a room that he called his personal space which had been locked up ever since I could remember. We walked in a corridor which had wedding pictures all over the walls. It led us into another corridor where the walls weren't walls, but bullet proof glass. That corridor finally led us into a hallway where five of our maids were scrubbing the Italian marble floors. We walked past them and waited in front of an automatic door and finally walked into our main lobby where four of our maids were polishing the nearly invisible windows. Mary opened the front door for me and we walked out of the house.

"Good morning, Paul." I said to my favorite security guard.

"Good morning, miss Lyrika." Paul nodded.

We walked to Mary's Cadillac and I got in the passenger seat while Mary started the car. I stared out of the window at the everlasting line of palm trees through the whole ride to school.

"Hey, Lyrika...honey wake up." Mary said shaking my arm.

I lift up my head and rubbed my eyes. It must of been a very long ride to school because I could of sworn I fell asleep and woke up twice.

"Wow, you must have slept late last night." Mary said patting my head.

"Bye..." I said yawning as I stepped out of the car and closed the door behind me.

I threw my green and white Versace book bag over my shoulder and looked up at the school. Before I knew it Mary was speeding away. I stared at the huge black letters on the school that read "Lake View Middle School". I took out a yellow folded sticky note out of my pocket that read "room 315 on 2nd floor( Mrs.Flare)". I then took out a small blue towel out of my bag and bent over to wipe my black and white Jordans. After putting the towel back I pulled my m*******a covered knee socks higher. I pulled my black booty shorts up and fixed my green and white belt which had the words "swag" on it. I then tucked in my white Polo shirt and fixed the collar on my black Versace jean jacket which match my booty shorts and had a picture of Medusa on the back. I found the picture attractive when I went shopping yesterday and passed by the Versace store. Medusa's left eye was rolling backwards and she looked like she was screaming. She had about ten snakes on her head and some were green and black cobras. My favorite one was the diamond back spitting cobra which was spitting green venom all over Medusa's head. Mary thought that the jacket was hideous, but bought it anyway just because it was Versace and cost $2,406. I took out a comb brush and brushed my straightened out jet black hair and front bang. I washed out my blue highlights yesterday when I figured that it wouldn't match with my outfit. I put the brush back and rearranged my m*******a chain which matched my my socks and earrings. I took about fifteen minutes to fix myself and to make sure that I looked good enough. When I was finally satisfied with my appearance I took a deep breath and opened one of the double doors and walked in the school. To my surprise, the hallway was empty. I walked into the office and walked up to the lady working in the office.

"Can I get a late pass, please?" I asked the lady with a smile.

"Of course." The lady said in a raspy voice.

She went in the drawer then pulled out a slip of paper and wrote something on it and handed over.

"Thank you." I said taking the paper.

I speed walked past the navy blue lockers and up the stairs. I opened another door when I reached the second floor and looked at the yellow sticky note in my hand again. I walked by several classrooms and peeked through the windows where outrageous children were driving the poor teachers crazy. When I was finally standing in front of room 315 I double checked the sticky note and walked in the class. There was a teacher writing on the board which I guessed was Mrs.Flare. As she wrote she started saying something about the methods you have to use to find the slope of a linear equation. Of course no one was listening to her. The girls that were sitting in the back of the class room were texting on their phones, the boys that sat in front were texting on their phones and throwing paper air planes at Mrs.Flare. The rest of the students weren't sitting down but walking around the class room having side bar conversations instead. Every one was dressed in skinny jeans and t-shirts except for me. I walked up to Mrs.Flare and handed her my late pass.

"Honey, class starts at 7:45 now it's 8:49." Mrs.Flare informed me while pointing at the clock.

"Sorry." I whispered.

"What's your name?" Mrs.Flare asked.

"Lyrika." I answered.

"Lyrika..." She repeated. "That's a beautiful name."

"Thank you." I said.

"Everyone, this Lyrika she's going to be joining us." Mrs.Flare said.

The students stopped what they were doing to stare at me.

"Why don't you tell us about yourself?" Mrs.Flare asked smiling at me.

"Okay..." I said turning to the class. "My name is Lyrika and I'm 14 years old."

I looked around the trying find an empty seat. I started to feel uncomfortably. The way that some of the boys were looking at me made me feel like I was completely naked.

Just when I was about to seat down a hispanic girl with blond highlights asked me, "Where are you from?"

"Brooklyn." I answered.

"Are you rich?" Another dark skinned girl with a high pony tail asked from the back of the class room.

I thought about her question for awhile. Well, I did have on a Versace outfit, every thing I owned was over $200, I did live in a five story mansion with twenty unnecessary rooms along with ten elevators. I did get anything I wanted including a pink Ferrari that I couldn't even drive yet.

"Yes." I answered.

I felt a little guilty for telling people that I was rich. It felt like it was just yesterday that my mom had to take me to the homeless shelter just so I could have a roof over my head.

"What do you like to do for fun?" A dark skinned girl with red and black box braids asked.

"Rap." I said. "I want to be a rapper when I grow up."

"Oh...me too." She said. "But of course no one raps better than me, so you can fall back right this minute."

She rolled her eyes and popped her bubble gum.

"Gloria..." Mrs.Flare warned.

"What?" Gloria asked. "This b***h thinks that just because she's wearing Versace she can walk up in here like she runs this shit."

Gloria got off the top of her desk and walked up to me.

"Honey, I call the shots here. Just letting you know." She said.

The room was filled with "oohs" and people video taping the scene that Gloria was making for no reason.

She eyed me as I walked to an empty seat in the croner. I eyed her right back as I sat down.

"Why are you still looking at me you little slut? Got something to say?" Gloria said as she rolled her eyes.

I put my book bag on the desk and smiled at her.

"It takes a slut, to know a slut." I said.