Shadow: Fate Against Her & her Twisted Billionaire Saviour

Nostalgia

Gianni

School dances, social clubs, parties. HA! No one was about to invite a fifteen year old who wasn't putting out to any high school senior parties. Let alone ask me to any dances. Who was she kidding. I didn't like people anyway. I was bored shitless majority of the time at school except for the occasional classes I had with a certain grey eyed, well dressed Demi God with dirty blonde hair, who smelled like warm spice and cedarwood, had a muscular body that you could see through his button down shirt and school blazer, and thankfully he couldn't see me always staring at him like a stalker.

Laughing out loud to myself. I kind of was a stalker, just not the kill you and stuff you in a trunk kind. Not yet anyway. I mean I knew his entire class schedule and even ended up in a few of his classes, his lunch period, his study hour, and the classes we weren't in together, I'd always be right there close watching him enter. God I was really pathetic and a little obsessed. But I didn't care. God just being close to him made that school, no not just school, I remember the times he made everything a bit more bearable until he wrote me off. Literally. He was just another prick who grew into his high school prick role but somehow being close to him still soothed me.

Snapping out of my nostalgia I see my Mom and younger cousins have already been here today to visit. The gravestone was surrounded by ballons, lavender, and sunflower and lilac arrangements. My heart aches for my Mom. I can only imagine the hurt she must feel along with confusing thoughts of why I was in that car in the first place and at that time. I hate that I can't give her any kind of peace or answers that'll settle her soul.

And Ginny. My Ginny left sunflowers with a note attached. She's been in my gel pens again. I guess they're hers now. 'I'll see you again, sister, but until I do take care of yourself, My Gia C, I love you always more than your death by chocolate, and chocolate milkshakes forever & two extra days.' She'd used my favorite purple pen that was already low on ink. Damn, Ginny, those are the limited edition scented ones. Not like I'm going to be using them any time soon or anytime at all. And I'm talking to myself again. Old habits die hard, I guess I keep... or kept telling her to stay out of my things. She still doesn't listen to me even beyond the grave. I don't know what to think. I'm already processing too many emotions as it is seeing her note.

But wait she did say she loved me more than a chocolate milk shake and death by chocolate? Woah, now that's big she'd sell anyone out for a chocolate milkshake and my famous death by chocolate they came to love or anything chocolate really. I keep reading it over and over trying not to smudge the ink and it hits me she says 'forever & two extra days.' The biggest grin plasters across my face. Ginny hated when people said forever and a day. " Wouldn't the day already be included in the forever part, ughhh it makes no sense. Thats a stupid thing to say." She would always blow up anytime we read anything or heard someone use the expression. She has a point. Forever includes all days.

I miss hearing her call me Gia C. Everyone else called me Gigi or just plain Gia, but not My Ginny. She had her own nickname for me, and I loved it no matter how much I rolled my eyes or looked annoyed when she called me by it. I never gave her a real nickname back. Gracie had already named her with a nick name.

Ginny was a nickname in itself I'd tell her and she hated when I called her cocoa twin. I ripped the note off the flowers, pocketed it in my hoodie, and started walking away just in time as another set of unexpected visitors dropped by. The Prick and MVP Bully Barbie. That's what me and Ginny called her.

Which brings me back to why the Hell is that prick Carson dropping by to visit my grave and with Bully Barbie of all people. In the end, we weren't friends anymore haven't been for a long time, and the walking Barbie hooked on his arm attached to his hip didn't even like me when I was alive.

She despised me. Her and her merry bandwagon of asshole friends. Oh, the Barbie Bully is AvaBelle Sinclair. Even a Barbie name. I have to give it to her parents the name fit her perfectly. A platinum blonde barbie with locs of curls that layered down her shoulders around her neckline and dropped down to her waistline, with deep sparkling ocean blue eyes, perfect pouty pink lips, porcelain skin, and a rack of boobs that made her look twice her age. On the surface, she looks sweet like a fashion icon who just stepped out of Peoples magazine. But that's just it. It's what she looks like on the outside. Underneath all the pounds of makeup, designer fashion, and false lashes ,they may actually be hers, but who cares. On the inside, she is actually a soul less She-Devil who will step on anyone to get ahead and not miss a chance to embarrass or harrass anyone who she doesn't deem worthy of her presence. And can you guess who was not worthy to grace her presence.

Me.

She made it her mission to destroy me and I still have no clue what I did to even get on her radar.

I have no doubt she'll graduate high school and maybe college only to be some unlucky rich bastards trophy wife. She definitely has the looks and the body for it with absolutely not one active brain cell working or any humanity in sight. I guess you can tell. I.HATE. HER.

Well, I used to hate her, ugh, now I'm just annoyed. Especially seeing the two of them together so close looking so cozy. Ugh, I wonder when did that happen? And today, 369 days after my death, on my birthday, might I add they decide to drop by for a visit?

Yepp! I actually died a few days before my birthday, lucky me right? Not really a question.

Luck, fate, or the universe already whichever floats your boat already had me pegged and dealt my cards and it wasn't anything nice. I don't know what I did to piss her off in a past life but she had it out for me and this wasn't even the beginning.