I Hate You, Violet Pritchard
There it was, my worst enemie. The reason why every day I felt miserable, just wanting to destroy her. Every day it was always her being the show-off, talking of her riches.
I could care less about what she has. But she seems to rub it in my face. Who is this mysterious person? Violet Pritchard, the wife of a miner who struck rich on gold. Dirty, black, liquid gold.
"Oh, Jessica, where's your Porsche? Oh wait, you're married to... it!" If it wasn't because of her money, she couldn't even say that to me. There was actually a time when we were friends.
That was years ago. We were both teens, who dreamed of being dignified women in a society filled with so much bloodshed back then. As we were both walking down the street, Bille Pritchard was just staring at Violet with longing.
Violet blushed in spite of herself and walked over to the boy. Next thing y'know, they're both laughing and talking like they're old pals. Days later, I met Henry Dartmouth, a boy that was well-mannered for being middle-class.
But basically, Violet and I haven't talked ever since. Until now, when I'm now 45 in the year 2011. I looked young for my age, considering the fact that I knew how to keep myself fit.
Then, Henry handed me a letter:
Hello again, Jessica Dartmouth!
I have decided to have a little high-school/college reunion! And you're invited, and it's going to be F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S. There will be food, beverages, and I have the yearbooks to look through! It's gonna be a walk down memory lane. It's on Saturday, March 15th, 2011, 11:30PM.
Love, Violet Pritchard!
"I'm not going!" I crumpled the note into a ball, pretending it was her head. Henry shook his head. "C'mon hon, it was decades ago, let it go!" "I'll let go when she let's go of her money!"
Henry just leaned against the fridge and looked at the clock. "It's 3:20, time to pick up Julie and Max." Julie and Max, the reason why I'm not a crazy, insane, physcopathic woman going through menopause.
Then, Julie came through the door, Max behind her. "Haley's mom gave us a ride, is that okay?" Usually, when this happens, I scream at Julie because she has a cellphone and could've told me, but I'll let it go.
"Yes, as long as you're safe, honey." She hugs me and goes to her room. Max gives me a tackle-hug, which almost knocks me to the floor, but Henry was prepared for the attack.
"Hon, if we go, we can show off our beautiful kids." My eyes opened, and now I felt that lightbulb ding in my head. "Henry, wear your best for tomorrow, we're gonna show her that we can beat her."
"Wake up, Julie, we got things to do, places to go!" Ugh, just ugh! I didn't want to move from my bed, and no one can force me to jump out of here to go to some stupid-
"WAKE UP, JULIE, MOMMY USED THE BUCKET ON ME!" I sprang out of bed, and ran to the bathroom. Then, I noticed Max wasn't wet... that little jerk, when I get my hands on him-
"Julie, here's your clothes." It was a red medium-sleeve, jean capris, and red Converse. "Hmm... mom actually has clothing taste, what a miracle."
I put on the clothes and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. "Not bad, not bad at all..." "JULIE, GET OUT, I HAVE TO GO PEE PEE PEE!" I groaned and opened the door.
"Knock yourself out, Max." He pushed me out of the way and slammed the bathroom door. I went in my room and looked in the mirror again. I had curly blond hair, blue eyes, and a smattering of freckles.
Max was basically a six-year-old, boy version of me. Ironic how we're six years apart, but it's cool. When I'm 18, he's 12. When I'm 24, he's 18, meaning he doesn't grow too much.
I turn on my favorite song, F**kin Perfect, by P!nk. Then, mom's calling me to get in the car. "I wish I could be rich like the Violet girl mom hates so much, but why does she hate her?"
I hopped into the car, and the ride was bumpy... not on the road, but the car-ride itself.
"Mom, Max spat on my arm!"
"Julie hit me!"
"Max is calling me Droolie!"
Mom seem really ticked, and she was just about to say a few words when Violet was screaming. "Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh! It's really you, after soooo long, it's you-uu-uu-uu!"
Mom plastered on a fake smile, but it turned into pure disgust. Violet had a weird, nasally, chalky, but melodic, snobby voice. "How long has it been?" "Sadly not forever..."
Dad elbowed Mom, and she smiled and said, "Soo-oo-oo-oo-oo long!" Then, Violet saw Max and I. "Omigosh, who are these cute little muffins in the basket, Jessica?"
"I'm Julietta Amber Dartmouth, the eldest sibling." Mom and dad gave me a thumbs up. "And I'm Marcus "Max" Dartmouth, but you can call me Max, I don't have a preference."
Preference? Where in the world did I learn that? Oh yeah, moms was up all night teaching me how to talk in front of Violet and everything, it was really boring.
"I have some cousins that are around these two's ages, would you like to meet them?" I nodded and said, "It'd be a pleasure Madame Pritchard, it would indeed."
Mom was totally smiling, because Violet was shocked at my manners. If only she knew what was going on! I followed behind Violet and then I saw the cousins.
"This is Taylor, she's 12." Taylor was smacking gum while texting on a SideKick. "And this is Chance, he's 7." Chance was on a GameBoy, sipping orange soda once in a while.