"You're just a worthless s***"

"A rich snob"

"A wh***"

Guilty as charged. Rich? Check. Beautiful? Check. Talented? Check. I have it all. Everything but a breakthrough.

Harper DeCôté

A name everyone has heard of, a name everyone wants. But it was never enough for me. I wanted more. I wanted to be a star, I wanted everything the world has to offer and more. Ever since I was young, I was told I had the voice of an angel, a voice so good it could take me places. Or so my dear old daddy had said.

What he said was true, I do have the voice of an angel. But I never needed it. I was always rich and that was it. But for once in my life I wanted to earn something. Something I could brag about. Something, that for when I become famous, everyone will read on my Wikipedia bio, that I earned it. Not something that was handed to me on a silver platter--I would prefer gold--and I would soon be destined for greatness.

So, I told daddy my plan, although he couldn't care less, so I just asked him for about 5 million dollars, but he only gave me about 3 million, because he is cheap. I mentally replayed the moment in my head.

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EARLIER TODAY

"Daddy," I demanded sternly.

"Yes sweety," my father replied, not even glancing up from his work.

"I need money," I pouted, trying to get as much sympathy from him as possible.

My dad reached his arms up for his head and rubbed it lightly. "Yes, dear, how much?"

"I want 5 million." I said smiling, the order not as much as ones I've made before.

"How about 3 million? We need to save some money you know," He said with a forced smile plastered onto his face. I was shocked. Daddy has never given me any less then I've asked for.

"Give me 4 million, since your so cheap." I fumed.

"3 million, my final offer." He said, his calm tone slowly drifting into one of annoyance.

"No," I said crossing my arms over my chest, giving him in intimidating glare.

"Okay fine." He said.

"Glad to see we've come to an agreement," I said, giving daddy one of my most brightest smiles.

"Oh no, Harper dear, your not getting any money," Daddy retorted, closing his wallet.

I could feel myself slowly loosing it. "Daddy," I said, taking a long deep breath. "I will take the 3 million and not complain about it."

"Good," Daddy responded, taking out his wallet and handing me the money.

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I silently huffed to myself, getting madder and madder the longer I thought about it. I'm glad I left that old man.

I took a deep breath, slowly releasing my demons. Suddenly, I felt a buzzing sound in my pocket. I dipped my hand into my pocket, and took out my phone. Once I glanced at the caller ID, I felt all the blood draining from y face.

It was him.

Ethan.

The same guy who made my life a living hell. It was in high school, when we met. Its a typical love story, bad boy falls for the rich girl, makes her feel special, cheats on her months into the relationship, and soon he.. the thought was too painful to bring up as flashes of it appeared in my mind.

My thoughts trailed off as I felt my arms trembling and a sharp pain in my stomach. My mind was spinning, and my knees were going weak. I wanted to cry out but it was just too hard to. I was panting hard, my breathes coming out faster, and more ragged. It was because of him my life changed around forever. I felt myself falling in slow motion, my body hitting the pavement hard, spikes of pain invading my body, the soreness starting to spread. I groaned softly and got up slowly, my arms darting up for my face to feel for any wounds. I stumbled slightly, trying to regain my balance. I exhaled lightly, and continued walking, making my way to the airport.

I didn't live that far away from the airport, it was about a miles walk from where I was. Usually I would get someone to drive me, but I do need exercise to maintain my body shape. You see, when I was younger, I was described as.. obese. So, with a lot of hard work and determination, I was able to slim down, and drop about 20 pounds. It was then I started to get his attention. I shook the remaining thoughts of him away.

After about 25 minutes I arrived at the airport, the chilling breeze making me shiver lightly. I walked around for a little until I found a place to book my ticket. I took off to the ticket area, only to find a long line winding around the area. I sighed loudly, rubbing my head. I walked to the line, taking the last spot, behind an elderly woman. Just my luck. The line seemed to have moved as if it were operated by sloths with arthritis. After what seemed like hours, I was second in line.

The elderly woman reached her shaky hand into her bag, and slowly pulled out ID, and her credit card. I tapped my foot impatiently . "Are you done yet?" I asked her hastily, accidentally bumping into the old woman, making her stumble over and fall.

Great.

The "Oh no! Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!" commercial ran through my mind as the unfortunate events continued to play their part. I chuckled lightly to myself.

"The audacity, this young woman has! She knocks me over, and then, she laughs! She laughs at ME."

The people in line gasped, shooting me dirty looks. I looked around and fumbled up my words, trying to explain myself.

"I-I would never, knock over an elderly person," I tried to explain.

"Oh, so your trying to call me 'old' now, huh?" She retorted, while laying on the ground.

I tried my best to contain the laughter of her crippled state. I know, it's rude, but she looked ridiculous trying to throw me a dirty look, and squirming on the floor simultaneously. I attempted to help her up, but she slapped my hand away, leaving a red mark on my tanned skin. 

"Jeez," I muttered, I was just trying to help. 

After someone else helped up the old woman, I payed for my ticket and left as quick as I could. I could feel my eyelids start to close from exhaustion. I looked around and found a small café. The smells radiating from it were amazing. I quickly walked over to the shop, and ordered a small coffee. As I was about to take a sip, I bumped into someone, spilling the hot coffee all over my white outfit. I stood there in shock, the hot coffee seeping into my clothes. 

"Watch where your going!" I cried out, trying to wipe the coffee off my clothes. "This outfit cost 2 million USD." I growled. The young lady, she looked of Indian ethnicity who spilled her coffee on me took out a handkerchiefs and began to wipe it on my outfit, muttering small apologies.

Suddenly, small black splotches began to appear on the outfit. I could feel myself loosing it. "I have to stay like this for 18 hours now. 18. HOURS!" I screamed. 

"I'll just go," She said quietly, and backed away slowly. "You. Will. Pay" I seethed. 

She backed away quickly, and all I was left with was a coffee and black smudges on my shirt. I groaned loudly and tried to wipe the mess off me. With no luck, I heard the PA announce my flight. I sighed and walked over to my boarding area and took my seat. 

Many people passed me, and gave me judgmental stares. I mean seriously, mind your own business, jeez. A lady, about 40 years old stopped at my seat, she had a cold stare and blond hair tied back in a tight bun. "Is this your seat?" I tried to ask politely. 

"No, I'm just standing in this specific row of seats like an idiot." She retorted sarcastically. 

"Jesus, calm down," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Don't tell me to calm down, the last thing I need, is advice from a 20 year old who looks like they've been dunked in coffee and crap." She said coldly.

I quieted down, not wanting to irritate her further.

This is going to be a long flight.