Taking charge D-51

CRUNCH If I had to hear the annoying sound of Heimlich crunching his potato chips again for the one thousandth time, I was pretty sure that was going to be my 13th reason why. I had been on edge this morning when I woke up with a migraine from hell after studying way too late last night, so the last thing that I needed was to have to listen to the annoying crunch sound of Heimlich, my butler crunching happily at his chips “Do you mind?” I ask deciding I had tolerated long enough “Sorry Miss Vivian, was I too loud?” He asks in his English accent “Yes Heimlich, today is very important to me, so I would appreciate it if you did not chew your chips that Loud next to me. I already have a migraine going” I scream, taking my frustration out on him “Sorry” he mumbles as he throws the last of the chips in his hand straight into his mouth and folds the bags of chips in half “Thank you” I whisper and clutch the side of my head with the migraine. This was nothing new to me, migraine’s were a part of my daily life now and I was used to it. Being the top student at Charlotte High school was no joke and this was what was expected of me I couldn’t be sloppy I couldn’t be less than perfect I had to be the best I know what you’re thinking, that kind of pressure was unhealthy. Forcing myself to meet the unrealistic standards of my parents was sad and depressing…. Well, you are wrong……… I wasn’t sad or depressed, I was amazing, I had to be. Being the wonder child from Kenya. My parents, both South Korean genius doctors who worked as volunteers in Kenya after their only daughter died in a tragic boating accident, picked me up from beside the medical waste bin where my real parents left me to die. Discovering I had a rare auto-immune disease, they decided to treat me to the best of their abilities knowing my disease was incurable. Everyone thought it was a waste of time and gave me three months to live. Which is why after my miracle recovery, they became superstar doctors who specialized in treating rare diseases like mine. The miracle of the wonder child of Kenya spread like wildfire and got them global fame even though they were already elite’s who were famous for their family name. Being adopted by elites like them was a dream, I know they only adopted me to replace their dead daughter who they say was my age when she died, it didn’t bother me that I was given her name and had to live in her bedroom when we moved back to New York. It didn’t bother me that I had to study for more than seventeen hours everyday just so I could be called a genius just like their daughter was when she was alive, it didn’t bother me that I had to pretend to like the same foods, clothes and toys that she liked, it didn’t bother me that I had to wear a wig or get sow in’s just so I could look like their daughter in the old pictures. I was extremely lucky to be in my position and a lot of kids who have been abandoned would do worse if they could live my life. So no I wasn’t sad or depressed, I believed People who said things like that were weaklings who had no zeal for success, if they were ever in my position then they wouldn’t even get the time to be sad or depressed. “Miss Vivian, we are here” I hear Heimlich calling for me and I regain my composure. Grabbing my bag off the seats and readjusting myself as Heimlich steps out to open the door for me. I take deep breaths as I sit in the car in silence, practicing my smiling face I can do this I worked so hard for this Giving myself a small pep talk, I hit my cheek and brace myself for the impact as Heimlich pulls the door open and I step out smiling. Of course reporters were outside the school taking pictures, they all made me sick. Staking out underage kids, trying to get their next big hit. Not that I blame them, 90% of New York elites had their children going to my school so where else where they going to get stories to fill their gossip catalogues “Heimlich, do you happen to have any painkillers on you?” I ask wincing from the pain as the sun rays hit my eyes “Why? do you have a headache again?” He asks annoying me “Do you have one Heimlich?” I retort drawing out my words “Miss Susan said to call her Immediately if the headaches persisted” “Well mum is not here now is she?” I ask rolling my eyes “This has been going on for months, you need to see a doctor” “Fine, I’ll just go in there like that then” I sigh frustratingly as I continue down to the school doors “Okay wait” He screams and I smile knowing I had won “I don’t have any on me but I can go get some from a pharmacy nearby” “Thank you” “On one condition” he adds, of course he was playing hard ball. I would be more impressed if I wasn’t at the end of it “We set up a doctors appointment and you must attend it” “Fine” I sigh in defeat as he scurries along. Him and mum were the same, always worrying over nothing.I was completely fine now and the migraines were just signs of my lack of sleep and nothing more. Standing by the huge statue of Charlotte P. Turtleneck, the founder of my school and a great historical figure for black people, I let myself get immersed in the calculations in my head when I feel a set of strong arms wrap around my waist pulling me close “Hello gorgeous” he whispers, kissing my hair slightly “What did I say about doing this in public” I tell him using my elbow to nail him in the gut and he clutches his stomach exaggeratedly and falls back wincing “Please don’t pretend like that hurt, I’m pretty sure my elbow took the brunt of it” I tell him stretching it out and frowning “Want me to kiss it and make it better” he jokes again and I shamelessly check him out for the one hundredth time Dylan spears was six foot with a sculpted muscular body. His blonde hair was always well kept and trimmed short and his blue eyes contrasted against his pale skin giving him this angelic glow. “f**k off” I tell him flipping him off “Tell me, why is it that one minute you’re being the sweetest little thing to me and the next you’re acting like a spoilt little brat” he asks reaching out to me with the cutest smile on his face “Hmm I wonder” I answer acting ignorant He was telling the truth about me acting bipolar with him. The sweet times he was mentioning was when we were having s*x secretly. We started hooking up two months ago and granted it’s been the best two months of my life but that’s all it was, satisfying our s****l needs, even though I knew Dylan wanted us to be more, I made sure he understood that he was just going to have to make do because I didn’t have time for friends or relationships. In my head, they were all a big distraction, in fact anything that did not help me get into the Worldwide mentorship program(WMP) was a complete waste of my time. “Hello Vivian” I hear Shirley’s annoying voice coming from behind me and cutting Dylan off “What do you want Shirley?” I ask back in the same annoyingly high tone Shirley uses “Ready for me to kick your butt at today’s exam and grab that spot at the WMP” “Hmmm, I think I’ll be worried if you actually managed to beat me once through the three years we have been here” “Don’t get so cocky” she answers, the smile she had earlier wiping off her face completely. “I am Vivian Monte Park, being cocky comes with the family name” I answer and she starts laughing in my face “I would be more impressed if you were actually a Park” she says in between laughs “Okay be nice” Dylan cuts in front of me and faces Shirley “What, I’m just being honest. Doesn’t it bother you to see her going around claiming the benefits of an elite when she’s not even one of us. She’s just some trash baby the parks adopted because they lost their daughter in a boating accident, doesn’t it bother you knowing you’re just sone dead girls replacement” “Shut up Shirley, you’re crossing the line” Dylan says with a scowl and I can see he is drawing attention to us because students have stopped walking and are watching us like hawks “I just want to know how it feels knowing you’re taking the place of their daughter because your parents threw you in the trash to die” “Come on, let’s go” Dylan says dragging me by my hand but I free myself from his grip and face Shirley. “Are you done? Or would you like to say more?” I ask facing her “What? Did I hurt your feelings? Well…. It’s not my fault the truth hurts. So maybe get off your high horse and know your place, you are not one of us” “I asked if you were done?” I scream, unable to keep the mask of coolness I had on all this while “I have a question” “What?” She asks still smirking “How does it feel to come second to this trash baby?” “What?” “I’m sure an elite like you must feel wronged knowing you couldn’t even beat this trash baby that should know her place. Losing every single time to someone like me must be unbearable, so tell me how does it feel to know this trash baby beats you every time. I really would like to know what losing feels like Shirley, since you know I’ve never experienced it before” “You…..” SLAP My hands connect with her face before I can think it through “I wasn’t done speaking” I tell her and hear the whispers increase around me “How dare you slap me?” “And I’ll do it again if you ever talk about my family like that again. I should know my place? No you know your place. Adopted or not, I am still the only daughter of the multi billionaire genius doctor park Min Gyu. Acting like you? You don’t even compare. You walk around here with your head in the clouds just because of your last name, but what else? Do you have more assets than me” I take a brief pause to laugh before adding “ I heard our families were about to close a deal that would help your family to come off the brinks of bankruptcy “ “What are you talking about?…” she whispers looking around “How about it? Should I call dad and tell him what just happened? I’m sure he’ll be glad to know his future business partners think his daughter’s a trash baby” “Hold on” she gasps, her eye opening but I grab my phone to be extra dramatic “Please, I’m sorry, I did not mean……” “Kneel” I cut her off “What?” “You want me to forgive you right?” I ask using her aggravated high tone again “Yeah but you can’t seriously expect me to kneel in front of all this people” “Really but it’s okay for you to disrespect me in front of them?” I ask unfazed “Fine I’ll kneel” she answers getting on her knees “Now apologize” “You….” She starts but stop “ I’m sorry” “Hmmm” I respond like I’m thinking about it for a while. “I got the drugs” Heimlich cuts me off handing me the drug and I pull it out of his hands and tuck it away safely “Uh, what’s happening here?” He asks noticing Shirley on her knees “Nothing I can’t handle, thank you Heimlich” I answer ushering him away “I think you’ve done enough” Dylan whispers coming next to me and pointing at the hoards of students and reporters recording what was happening “Fine” I draw out with a sigh “Help me up?” Shirley raises her hands to Dylan and I grab Dylan’s outstretched hands. Don’t misunderstand, this wasn’t jealousy, this was just me being petty knowing Shirley has had a crush on Dylan for a while, I think it’s one of the reasons she hates me. “Sorry but he’s busy helping me” I tell her and drag him away while ignoring the smug grin on his face. Ahhhhh, this already felt like a long day and it was just starting.