"Bye honey!" My mom shouted across the house, her voice echoing throughout it. I mumbled a "bye" back, going to another day of school. My mom probably wouldn't even notice if I didn't go to school, since she owns the school, and they wouldn't care if her precious daughter skipped or not. I walked out the flat, because surprisingly, my mother never wanted a oversized mansion. She wanted a small apartment, to make us look like we definitely aren't rich and overflowing with money.

As soon as I stepped onto the cracked sidewalk, the first thing I hear is, "Aren't you Rachel Mellow's daughter?" And whenever I hear that question, the first thing that pops up in my head is, 'no shit Sherlock, you don't say.' But mom always said, fake it till you make it. So I smiled and nodded and walked the opposite direction.

You might think, "gosh, you are so lucky Shelley, you get to be rich, popular, and pretty!" Well you got it all wrong. Everyone at school despises me, probably because of how much money my mom has. It sometimes gets to me, but I usually ignore everyone's stares and whispers. And I'm not that pretty. A solid 6 out of 10.

I continue walking in the direction of my school when someone grabs my arm and whips me around. I feel anxiety rushing through me as I look at the stranger in front of me.

She was around 5'9", 3 inches taller than me. She had straight dark brown hair, but her jade blue eyes were piercing right through me. A small smirk curled on her lips, making me gulp in fear.

"Didn't you hear me?" She said slyly, gripping my arm tighter and making her acrylic nails dig into my skin.

I ripped my arm away from her, slowly backing away. "Didn't you see me nod?" I stammered, feeling her eyes examine me. She made a "tsk" noise and turned around. "I'll see you soon Shelley." She announced and walked away into the nearest alley.

Goosebumps ran up and down my body, my brain sending signals saying that I should run to school and call the police on that psycho bitch, but all I could was stand there like a dumbass and stare ahead.

I felt the sun beam down on me and beads of sweat trickle down my face, which made me realize that I was already late for school. I groaned and started into a jog, my high school being at least 2 more blocks away.

I kept on thinking about the lady thst confronted me, and how she knew my name.

Many people know my mom's name. She's the creator of her company, "Neo INC.", and she has done many charities and other events that made her famous. But my name? My real name? No one should know it. My mom made sure that only three people can know it. Me, her, and my dad.

It pained me to think about my dad. He died in a car crash when I was only 5. My mom was devastated and quit her job. We were almost homeless at one point, and we would of been if my grandma wasn't there to take us in. She took care of us until my mom was able to get back on her feet and get a job. She did more than that, she started her own damn company.

Even though my mother's popularity and fortune made my life miserable at times, I'm still extremely proud of her of going from rags to riches.

By the time it was first period, I just arrived to school. I scanned in and grabbed my late pass from the front desk, running down the empty hallway and into first period. I interrupted a lesson and many people gave me judgemental looks, but I didn't care. What were they going to do? Kill me?

School went by extremely slowly, and every second my anxiety built up more and more. Who was she? Why did she know my name? Why was she so hot?

The last question was unnecessary, but I couldn't help myself and ask that.

After a long and uneventful Friday, school was finally out for the weekend. I grabbed all of the necessary books from my locker, said my goodbyes to a few friends and headed out. I couldn't wait to go home and take a long nap.

It has gotten much warmer since the morning, making me sweat like a pig. The sun beamed down on me, making my face turn a light shade of red and my hair look even more greaser than it did.

I was maybe less than a block away from my house when I saw it. A black jeep, slowly following behind me. I felt my body tense, feeling every bead of sweat go down my face.

Just one more block.

I'm almost there.

I dashed into a run, feeling the adrenaline pump through my veins. I remembered when I did track in middle school, how I did sprints after school until the sun came down and I would barely break a sweat.

I've gotten so out of shape.

I considered calling 911 but I knew if I even stopped for a second, they would get me.

I knew exactly who "they" were.

It had to be that girl. It can't be anyone else. Why else did she confront me? How did she know my name? What does she want from me? I knew something was off about her.

I neared the house, feeling safety right at my fingertips. I could feel the hot asphalt under my shoes, the car's tires screaming as they scraped against the road.

The door was right there.

I pulled my keys out of my pocket, feeling the cool metal in my sweaty, shaky hands.

I stuck the key inside the lock, turning it.

Fuck, wrong key.

I trembled, searching for the door key, tears welling up in my eyes.

Footsteps on the sidewalk, getting closer and closer.

'I got it!' I unlocked the door, putting one foot into the soft carpet on the other side-

The baseball bat collided with my head.

Darkness.