Some days after my graduation from Junior high my father called me to his home office for a 'pep talk'.
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Ps: my father was the ceo of a one of the top companies named 'Jones Incorporated' in short 'J INC.' And my mother was from what they call old money... Her great great great grandma was a trusted advisor under the queen of some country that I won't mention until later in the story...so yeah we never lacked before my brothers gained fame but we weren't spending as lavishly as we are now.... And you guys maybe thinking why did non of my brothers take the company that was because all my brothers wanted to earn their money independently and they also wanted me to take over the company as my brothers always said I had great potential ...so yeah..anyways back to the story
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I sat in my father's office nervous as he started with a light sigh..
"Charlie, you are not a Kid anymore.. You just turned 16 and you are about to start senior high... I know you naturally are lacking when it comes to brain capacity but you have to chin up.. Just look at your brothers. They are doing great things and making me proud" He said sternly looking at me but smiling slyly when mentioning my brothers and I couldn't help but whisper what I thought " Right, Right.. The pride comes from your overflowing pocket" I muttered with a snarky tone as I was irritated with the man I called father "CHARLIE!! JONES!!" He shouted angrily
"Honey calm down". Mom said rushing in at the sound of his yell..
"She's a disgrace! To the jones family!" He said angrily fuming...
' Heh' I scoffed Inwardly finally he has said what he really wanted to say.. I laughed sadonically as my eyes narrowed slightly.. And here I was thinking he'd say all those harsh words was because he loves me but nah it's all for the image... I thought as my eyes fell slowly to the ground before looking up at him cold, devoid of warmth and expectations..
"You think I don't know we moved because luthor bought you a bigger house! Not because you wanted me to have a fresh start!" I snapped angry also..
"Why you little..." He tried cursing but his face turned soo red from anger that he had difficulty breathing,he cluched his chest but I couldn't give two shits, I got up..
"I'm going to play soccer..so if you'll excuse me" I said curtly before turning about to leave before he stopped me...
"Stop right there charlie.." He said threateningly as he tried to catch his breath... I was pissed out and kept moving but his next words struck me like a bolt of lightening freezing me in place...
" If you step out that door, I will make sure you never ever talk to your brothers as they are the ones spoiling you" He threatened now looking like the CEO he was, all fatherly warmth gone... I was more than mad I was Infuriated, I was sad, devastated and most of all hopeless.
"Good" He said seeing my frozen state
" Now if you want to keep talking to them.. You'll behave from now on, stop playing soccer, change that style of dressing and act like a proper heiress.. You will sit down and listen to your private tutors". He said now on his chair talking to me like a client not a daughter and for this threat I hated him... He knew my brothers were my only weakness and not only did he take advantage of that but he fully exploited it and trampled down on it... My eyes were red but he didn't stop
"Then you will pass your exams, I give you 3 semesters to prove yourself worthy of my company and to prove yourself worthy of your brothers attention... By the end of your first grade in senior high.. I want to see you top of your class" He said before leaning back on his chair with a victorious smile before my tratorous tears could fall I ran.
I just ran from there and locked myself in my room crying my eyes out.
Soon enough my mom came knocking on my door "Hey sweetie" she said as she walked closer to me, sitting on my bed ..
"He's only harsh because he loves you" she said calmly as she rubbed my back gently.
"We moved from the old town because in that old town, you had a bad reputation and we wanted you to start high school with a clean slate, no fighting"she said her voice soft as if coaxing a child.
"And no soccer". I added fuming
"It's for the best honey". She said "I got the maid to change your wardrobe to a more girlish vibe". She added with a small toothy grin thinking I was happy as she gave me a briefing on my new room. She then tamed my wild hair while teaching me how to tame it and look neat.... As she said.
They even hired a freaking etiquette teacher?!?!?! Like who does that?!?!
I was so angry at the vast changes in my life that I decided to call cody(The first born) to vent cause he was the first on my mind.
I called the first time It rang no answer, the second time then third.. Up to 5 times before he finally picked up and said he was busy before abruptly hanging up. I called the rest of my brothers and they all had different excuses but the main excuse was 'I am busy'.
I know they ought to be busy but this just felt too orchestrated and I just had this feeling that dad was behind it but it still hurt knowing that they played along. I guess I've always been a burden.
Throughout my break I listened to my tutors to grasp the basics of what I neglected, put all my soccer stuff and 'boyish cloths' as my parents said in the attic. I listened to my etiquette teacher, learning etiquette which include; The right posture, talking habits, conversation skills, eating habits and the likes. I did those everyday for the 3 month holiday. I kept my former self locked away in a box placed in the dark void I called a heart. They wanted me to change, now I would show not only them but the world.
When I focused myself on studies I figured out my love for reading and that I had a photographic memory ( which simply means what my eyes have scanned through sticks well and this is a rare sight which is often the result of having an exceptional memory bank), my teachers also said I had an IQ of 700 which is pretty impressive for my age, so technically I had more knowledge than my brothers or even father had at my age. A normal high schoolers average IQ is 300, and a geniuses IQ was 1000. So I wasn't a genius but with my photographic memory I wasn't far from one.