Billionaire's Savage Chase

Hello, I am a first class geek and a good expert at embarrassing myself or life simply hates me. My mouth also has ways of speaking on it's own sometimes. Most of the times actually. I just transfered college because my parents moved...again! Today is one of those days that I feel like faking death rather than living it. A phenomenal character like mine isn't suited for those interesting, first-day-at-new-school experiences. I also heard that some billionaire will be visiting the college today, something about motivational talk for students pursuing business related carriers. I am included in that category, so I may be lucky to see what a billionaire looks like for the first time. But I doubt I will get a chance to even peek at the face as the rumors I have heard suggests that there will be a massive crowd of people, both inside and outside the school. Even international media is covering the event. Which makes me wonder, who exactly is this billionaire? My conclusion . . . none of my business! I have heard all that 'Think Big' crap since I was a child, what difference does it make if I hear the same from a billionaire? Money isn't exactly my fantasy. All I want is to be an English major, hopefully get a masters degree and a job in a publishing company. But my parents declined to pay fees for that, so I am doing a business commerce, which I don't want. Since I can't afford the tuition fee myself, I am moving with the flow of life, perhaps there is light at the end of the tunnel. If I survive through today without a classic embarrassment, the sky will fall in honour of my achievement. But I swear my heart is trying to kick it's way out of my ribcage. This is my first year and I am already transferring school. Gilton University is a prestigious school, and it's so close to my new home. My parents were elated when I got accepted there. As for me...well, I am taking what life is throwing at me. As you can see, I would appreciate it if I would be allowed to skip living this day. But I know there is no way around living a day, so I have grudgingly dressed in casual, jeans and stripped t-shirt. "Sarah! You have two seconds before I break this door and drag you out myself!" Mother yells from the other side of my bedroom door. My parents have been trying to coerce me to be as outgoing as my elder brother. Urgh! That ego maniac will never be my role model! He is the student leader and the best basketball player at Westlands college. Westlands is a local college just to be clear. But just those two titles makes him carry himself with so much bravado that you may mistake him for an Hollywood idol. I would want to be anyone else but not him. "Don't overreact, here I come!" I say taking a final look at my reflection. I look just like I did yesterday and the day before that...geeky! "What's taking you so wrong? Surely you can't be that nervous!" Mother shouts again. I hastily pick my bag and run to the door. I jerk it open and it smacks her right on the face! Urghh! Now I am dead! "What the hell is wrong with you! You're such a mess!" She lambasts, cups her forehead and winces. "Sorry! You know I didn't mean to do that." I say wishing I could vanish. "Of course you didn't mean to do it, after all you're a living chaos! Can you ever do anything right?" She snaps. Mother takes care of her looks, especially her smooth face. "I just said I am sorry! I was hurrying up like you said." I defend. "Oh, like you weren't just as clumsy yesterday! Get out of here before I completely loose my s**t! And I ain't driving you today, Neo will be taking my car. I am sure you won't die of footing for one day." She says. "Just make sure you don't get hit by a car!" "Sure, ma'am!" I say and rush away from her. Now that I ain't getting a ride, saving time is very essential. I no longer have time to take a good breakfast. I enter the dining room and walk directly to the fringe where I grab two apples. "Mother informed you that you are walking, right?" I hear Neo's voice say from behind me. That devil! I turn to face him. He is lazily sipping coffee while his feet rests on the dining table. That's the look of a happy man, the favourite child. "Yes, your highness, I got the memo." I matter, heading for the door. "I would give you a ride if you aren't looking so nerdy. You know Billionaire Richmond Herbart will be giving you a motivational speech, right?" He says in a tone that suggests he thinks I am unfit to be there. "Yeah, so?" "You ought to look nice!" He chastises. Neo adores elegance. But since his financial status doesn't allow him to go for high class models, he settles for girls in fancy and skimpy clothing. The ones that have their faces riddled with make up. "I am looking nice. Unlike your girlfriends, I put on clothes!" I snap before dashing out of the house. Couldn't that billionaire choose another day to come give his inspirational speech? I wanted my first day to have nothing unusual. Now . . . the school will be overcrowded, everyone will probably be in their best designer dresses and I will look like an ostrich among beautiful peacocks. There are no designer dresses in my closet, just jeans and t-shirts. I am that dull. * * * * * I feel out of place. Rocking a nerdy look in a day like this was clearly a mistake, because now I want to hide. I had imagined things would be a bit neutral, like only three quarters of the people wearing those neat suits and dresses that makes people look sophisticated and the remaining quarter clad in casual, like me. But like I said, life probably hates me. I am looking outstanding in my t-shirt and jeans, because everyone else is in deluxe suits and elegant dresses. Then there is the red carpet laid out along the main hallway and the path that leads to the school's major hall. There is security all over the place, media reporters and cameramen, all waiting for one man. I will be surprised if he turns out to be made of fresh and blood. Thank god they gave me a map of this place or I would already gotten lost. Apparently, no one is allowed to use the redcarpeted main hallway, so I have to search my map for other ways to my first and only lecture of the day, after which we will be heading to the main hall to wait for our rich and successful speaker. I wonder how a person's speech can be worth all this trouble. Billionaire or not, he doesn't speak a heavenly language. I enter my first class and again wish I can vanish. All the girls in here are exquisitely dressed and their hairs styled. As for the men, most are in neat suits and others in their own version of best wear. Generally, everyone is looking lovely. A group of pretty girls in the front seats looks at me with so much disdain that I feel my face start burning. I should probably go hide in a washroom and wait for the day to be over. I lower my head and stroll to the back of class where I take the isolated seat next to a window. Sorry to inform you that I will take sometime so sort out some issues before updating this book. Until I conclude other projects, this book won't be getting an update.