*Present Day*

I sit on the sofa and flip trough the channels on television. There is nothing new on...the same old stuff is on.
Ring ring..ring

My iPhone is ringing I pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I say

"Hey, Roma do you want to come shopping-" My friend Kate ask me.

"No" I answer and hang up on her.

"Why don't you go out with your friends?" Harriet my personal assistant say in a soft voice. She has been my assistant for about 9years now. She is 27 years old...10 years older than me. She have her nice long blonde hair up in a fancy bun.

"Cause I don't want too!" I shout at her.

"But if you going to shut people out like this th-"Herrit tries to make a point.

"Just shut up!" I scream at her and tears start to rolling down my pale white cheeks. I crouch down in a ball on the sofa...crying like a two years old.

"It's okay.." Harriet say, sitting next to me, patting my wavy brown hair."it's okay...don't cry...sshhh...sshh"

I sit there with Harriet patting my hair and I feel so sorry for her. She have been so patience with me.

"I'm sorry" I sobb.

"It's okay, it's not your fault honey" She whispers into my ear.

After awhile I start to calm down. Harriet setting the table up ready for diner. I walk to the dinner room. I could smell the roast chicken and the roast potatoes even tho the food is not on the table yet, the smell must be coming from the kitchen.

Harriet is walking towards me. I know what she is going to do. She is going to tuck the chair out for me.

"It's fine Harriet, I can do it myself" I tell her because I didn't want her to treat me like a kid, like she sometimes does.

Father sitting down on the head of the table while putting his napkins on his laps. Sometimes he would not even be here.

"All right, what's for diner?" He look at Harriet.

"Roast chicken" Harriet give him an answer.

"How are you doing, my beautiful Romina?" My dad ask me.

"I am fine" I look down at the diner that Harriet place in front of me. That's all he does, only askes me if I'm okay. Then I look at the chair in front of me...that was the chair that mother used to sit on every meal time with us. I eat abit today. I don't really eat much.

So I am really skinny, sometimes it's really hard to find clothes that fits me. I don't even like to go out shopping. And if I see my friends I would normally try to avoid them.

"You better get ready for bed soon Romina, school tomorrow" Harriet report. I normally go to bed early because I would get bad dreams or cry. And by the time I get sleep it would be late.

O...school...how I hate school. People would talk to me and ask me if I want to hang out with them..or eat with them at lunch. And sometimes I would get bullied at school, people sometimes call me posh, bastard, slut, slug, mental, crazy and all source of stuff that they could think of. Or sometimes they talk bad things about my mum. Most of them was my best friends...but they are the bullie. Can't believe that they do that to me.

I guess that they are not really really hundred percently my real friends. It's amazing how you learn a lot in life.

(To be continued)

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