Kaitlin's POV
I got up at six o'clock in the morning. I yawned and sat up in bed before stretching my limbs.
Crack! I think I broke something.
 
I turned to look at my calendar and my eyes widened. It was Wednesday! I was late.

I jumped off the bed and fell face down since my legs were tumbled in the sheet. I groaned in pain as my head began to hurt.

I think I'm bleeding. Then the door opened and my mom walked in. "Honey, what are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm hugging the floor?" I answered but it came out like a question. "Kaitlin Kendall Pierce, get your butt off the floor and get ready for school." She scolded.

Then she strutted out of my room in her six inch death machines also known as stilettos.

I didn't even understand how she was my mom. Victoria Pierce. She was a very famous fashion designer and was known all around the world.

Her company:Pierce Fashion was an international company and was known every where. My mom was a billionaire, fashionable and smart.

She met my dad at one of her shows. Michael Pierce. He owned Pierce Technology, a brand that provided all electronic devices.

His company earned 24,000 a minute. He was young with his jet black hair and was known all around the world.

Then there's me. Kaitlin Kendall Pierce. No one knows that I exist. My parents have kept me a secret. The world doesn't know that they have a daughter.

I don't understand why they refuse to acknowledge me but it doesn't matter anymore. I'm no longer the ten year old who waits up for her parents to come home and wish her a happy birthday.

I don't really matter to them. They're never home unless it involves business. When I'm asked, I am to tell people that I live with my adopted parents since my real ones are dead.

It's not really a lie since they're dead to me. I don't let it bother me anymore. I got off the floor and headed to the bathroom.

After having my shower, I put a plaster above my right eye. I dried my hair and put it up into a tight bun before I put on my glasses.

I hated having to die my hair blonde. No offense but blondes are stupid. Well most of them are anyway. I hate having my hair this way as well.

But if don't obey my parents and people find out who I am, I will have to move. I put on a white blouse that said: I love New Orleans.

It didn't make sense since I lived in California. I put on some blue skinny jeans, a pair of brown ugg boots before grabbing my bag.

When I left my room, I noticed that the house was so quiet. She was gone which meant that I was free for a year.

My mom visits once a year. And it's not because she cares about me, she's checking to see if her secret is safe.  I'm such an abomination that I can't be revealed.

I haven't seen my dad in five years. And I'm seventeen now. But they don't even know. I grabbed a packet of chocolate chip cookies and walked out of the house.

I live in such a big mansion but I hate it. I could always feel the loneliness. It was so suffocating at times that I had to get out.

It was one of the reasons that I loved school. I plugged in my earpiece and hit play on my playlist. The first song that came was listen by Beyonce.

I honestly wish that someday my parents would listen to me. But that day isn't today so who cares?

I reached the school and entered. The plain gray wall made me smile. The people walking around, goofing about,  it made me happy.

I didn't feel lonely here. In school I didn't have a label. I could basically fit in with every one.

I had excellent grades and a 4.8 GPA, I was part of the football team and the only girl, I occasionally joined the drama and art class.

I guess I was a social butterfly and I was a badass. I was the only person who had ever stood up to the school's bad boy but I paid for it. Michael Jordan.

Last year he made my life a living hell. But in five more days, it's April Fool's Day and I will make him the king of all fools.

I also chose this day because it's his birthday. I'm the only one who knows that and I don't know why he told me that.

I walked to my locker and before I could open it arms wrapped around me and squeezed the life out of me.

"Hey, get off me. I can't breathe." I yelled. She let go off me as I turned to face her.

Maria Diaz, my crazy and red headed Mexican best friend.
"Hola! Mi amigo!" She said excitedly.

She was bubbly and cute and she had this look that made you want to protect her. And it was because of her that I learnt how to speak Spanish.

"Hola! Como esta?" I asked which means how are you. "Estoy bien." She replied.

"I missed you so much." She says. "Stop being dramatic. You saw me yesterday." I said.

"It doesn't matter. I miss you everyday." She said. It made me smile. "Okay, now move your ass we have chemistry and he's in school." She said.

She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the chemistry class. Chemistry was the only class I wasn't good at.

Michael was my partner. I was good at theory and he was good at practicals so we were paired up. And I think Mrs. Linn  was annoyed with me.

I broke every single glassware I touched in the lab. The school had a storage for science apparatus just because of me.

I entered the room and saw him Michael. The bane of my existence. He smirked at me.
He had on the usual black jacket, black shirt, black jeans and black boots.

He smirked and waved me over. I rolled my eyes as I sat beside him. "Hey, cupcake" he said.

A year ago I would have smiled when he called me that. Giggled even but now it just pisses me off. "My name is not cupcake. And by the way maybe you should try wearing any colour other than black.

It might improve your appearance but not by much. Your ugliness is a feature that can never be hidden." I replied sassily.

I stared into his blue eyes with a smug look. "Black is not really a colour. It's an absence of shade. Too bad you were dumb enough not to know." He retorted.

"I'm not dumb. I have a 4.8GPA" I answered. I was getting more annoyed by the second. It was at time like this that I wished I was Aladdin.

Then I could wish for the genie to beat him into a pulp and dump him on Mars. He won't be so cocky then.

"I have a 5.1GPA, I'm smarter than you. So pipe down and shut up." He said rudely. I had nothing to say anymore.

I was out of comebacks. Throughout the lesson I remained quiet. I wrote down the theory while he worked with the chemicals.

Then he suddenly stopped as a wicked smile took over his face. It scared me when I saw that mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I don't even wanna know what you're thinking." I said.
He suddenly turned to me and smiled. "I'm going to get us out of class if you help me with something." He said.

I did want to get out of class. I had at least an hour until lunch. "Help you with what?" I asked.

"Now, I know you're planning to prank me on April Fool's Day but let me warn you, I'm already ahead. I want us to prank Brittney." He said.

Brittney Johnson. The most popular girl in school. She's Michael's ex and a raging bitch.
She hates me for no reason and has made my life miserable.

The thought of getting back at her was tempting but I didn't trust Michael. Not after what he did to me a year ago.

"I don't want to partner up with you. What if you're just tricking me? And by the way, I can get myself out of class if I want to." I said confidently.

"We both know you can't and secondly I apologized. What happened was also Brittney's fault and I know you wanna get back at her.

I'm trying to make it up to you and this is the only way I think I can. I'm sorry for what I put you through.

Just say yes. If I break this agreement, I give you permission to put the video on the internet." He said.

My eyes widened. The video was the most embarrassing thing he had ever done in his life. He was in his boxers, staring at the mirror as he sang work by Rihanna and twerked.

I'm sure you're wondering how I got that video but that is a story for another day. He held out his hand and pleaded with his eyes.

I looked at the time and saw that I had fifty seven minutes more until class ended.

I closed my eyes and shook his hand. I just made a deal with the devil and I know it won't end well but something feels different.

I feel like this time I might be able to trust him. He might not betray me like last time. I hope not.

Suddenly a pink gas filled the entire class. I stared at Michael and began laughing. I had no idea why but I just couldn't stop.

I had tears down my face as I placed my hand on his arm. He was laughing as well.

The whole class including Mrs. Linn was laughing. Then I realized what he had done. It was laughing gas.

The class was cancelled and we were to stay in the cafeteria until the effect wore off.
Well it took a while because the bell had already rang for closing before I could stop laughing.

My ribs hurt so much. Everyone left but Michael and I just stood there and stared at nothing.
"Why do you gave the glasses back on? Why is your hair like this?" He asked

"This is the new look they chose for me. It's either this or I move halfway across the globe." I said.

Yes, Michael knew about my parents. In fact he was the reason why people found out who I was when I went on vacation in New York.

It happened last year but my parents managed to get it under control so no damage was done.
Ever since then, his father told him to keep an eye on me.

Turn out both our parents are good friends. Of course he doesn't really do it because I'm angry with him.

I've been avoiding him but I guess it's all changed. I've learned that it's better to partner up with him to destroy Brittney than to fight against both him and Brittney.

"Right, they force you to keep your identity a secret because they don't realize how precious you are and you let them do it because you think it'll make them love you." He said.

I got angry at what he said. "I'm sorry. I know it wasn't your choice. But it's never too late.
You have a choice now. Don't waste it princess." He said.

He kisses my forehead and walked out the door. I knew what he meant. I was turning eighteen soon.

In order to get a job or further my education I would have to use my real name. In school, my name was Kaitlin Kendall.

Pierce wasn't added. But I can't exactly get a driver's license without my surname. They'll know that I don't exist.

I have no birth certificate. No recorded to prove my existence. The government doesn't know about me.

Only the people in this school know that I'm Kaitlin Kendall but that's not real anyway. I don't exist in this world. There really isn't any Kaitlin Kendall Pierce.

And I hate it. In order to move on with my life, my parents will have to acknowledge me and knowing them, they'll try to hide me.

Michael wants to know whether I'll let them do it or I'll stand up for myself. I don't know to be honest.

I walked back home feeling tired and empty. I changed into my pajamas and crawled into my bed.

I was exhausted from all the laughing I did. I fell asleep with one thought. Aril Fool's day was five days away.

It was five days away from April Fool's day and I had just made a deal with the devil.

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      Edited On June 14th, 2018

-Daisy