I entered the mansion I grew up in ever since I was two years old, passing by the workers who were pretty much off for the rest of the day due to them getting everything done during the morning hours, all except for cooks and washers

"Welcome back, Lady Hemalyn. How was your day at school?" A maid asked me that I have never asked the name of, now that I think about it, I don't know a lot of our staff's names because I have never been too 'social' since I started living here as the Heiress. I faked a small smile, letting her take my school bag and jacket

"It was a journey. Are my parent's working late again?" I asked her softly. She nodded in confirmation

"Lady of the House called not too long ago that she was working late until 8." 'Lady of the House, must be Mom she is referring to.' I thought to myself, leaning down to take off my designer shoes

"And what of Mother?"

"She will be home at 6:30, just in time for dinner. The chefs are serving you your favorite, Chirashi Sushi and mostly for dessert is Tofu with Crab Sauce." I nodded, my mouth about to water at the thought of eating dinner later that afternoon. Not wanting to converse more in conversation with her, I excused myself

"Excuse me, but I am retreating to my room until dinner to relax. I wish not to be disturbed until Mother is home."

"Yes, Lady Hemalyn." She bowed at me out of courtesy before calmly walking away to leave me be, her sickly sweet smile never fading, reminding me that the only reason why everyone is ever nice to me in this place is because I was the Heiress to either of my parent's two companies, and perhaps even the family name. 'I was just a pawn to them to flaunt around to the world.' I reminded myself before journeying my way up the stairs and into my room. I closed the door behind me, locking the bolt before jumping onto my bed sprawled out like a starfish. With a deep intake of breath, I closed my eyes, letting my tense muscles relax and my heart to slow down to it's regular heartbeat. I exhaled, letting myself drift off into a small nap, not bothering to change out of my school uniform.

I remember the first time I laid eyes on Mom and Mother.

Even though I was two years old at the time, I still remember it vividly, as if it was just a lucid dream locked away into my memories. It was my first memory of them and of my life on this earth.

I never found out the reason why I was put up for adoption, over the years I just assumed my biological parents couldn't take care of me, whether it be financially or they just weren't ready to have a child of their own.

And it wasn't like I could ask the adoption agency where I originally came from, that would evoke controversy if it ever got out to the media, and they weren't even allowed to disclose who the people created me were, it was just in their job description to keep it a secret. I don't even know if the parents I have now know where I originally came from.

But, at least I wasn't aborted.

In grade school, everyone well knew who I was, knew that I was adopted by two women, and ridiculed me for it, even going as far as saying that I should have been aborted before anything else.

I didn't know what that meant at the time, but it still hurt me. So, I went to my teacher, asking for help and telling him what happened.

Of course, he didn't believe me.

Word got back to my mother's and even they didn't believe me, they thought children at that age weren't capable of that.

So, I was stamped with the title of 'Liar' right across my forehead until I was 7 when I changed schools.

New schools, new staff, new people, new me.

Ha, that is funny. Because I still experienced problems. Only this time, it wasn't because I was adopted or the daughter of two women, but because I was slow at learning.

I did get personal tutors out of school hours which only helped a little with my academics but, I was still an average C student.

Whenever my report card would come in between semesters, Mom would get so angry with me. Add that with stress at work, it was barely bearable to be around her. Luckily though, Mother was more understanding, believing that academics didn't make up for everything, academics may have been a big part of the world but there was still those who were that 10% that could be anything they want without the pressure of going to university or keeping up their good grades. I soon begin to think she only wanted to me think that way as well so I could someday take over her makeup company.

Then at age ten, I switched schools once again, only to be suspended for bad behavior.

I was bullied there too, only this time because everyone heard rumors about me from my past schools and so, one day, I lost control and punched 5 students in the jaw, two in the crotch, and one I slammed their face into a nearby wall.

My parents decided to give me a year off, instead hiring tutors for me throughout the year to teach me so I when I went back to school, I would be on the same level as the other kids in my grade.

Then, I transferred to Lobelia Girl's Academy.

I knew why they specifically chose that school for me, because it would help me make friends with girls... If you know what I mean by that.

They thought if I could get into a relationship with a girl, I would be set with life. And when one of the girls there took interest in me, they went ballistic.

They invited her to everything, parties, balls, family outings, everything. The girl was nice and all but, I just wasn't interested in her, at all.

It was nothing against her, but I just couldn't keep up with the acting, the lying, and the manipulating. But I was too afraid to anything about it. So, I waited it out, hoping one day she would miraculously lose interest in me and my parents would realize that I had no interest in relationships at all.

I was 13 at the time of our 1 year anniversary, we went out to a local park to look at the cherry blossoms, she was holding my hand, talking about her favorite things to do in spring then she asked me what my favorite season was.

I said none.

Then she asked me why...

"Because, even when all seasons change, come and go, the people experiencing them never do. They put up a facade, acting like a good person when in reality they aren't. That's why I don't like any of the seasons.".

I didn't realize how I looked when I told her this, or the tone of my voice that was usually soft spoken and quiet or how tight I was holding her hand.

I was about to lose the cap off of my bottle.

We didn't speak after that, and soon enough we just decided it would be best to just be friends.

I told my parents that we just wanted to focus on other things rather than a relationship, which they understood, but they still clung onto the hope of me finding the perfect girl to live my days with.

I never did.

Then, I transferred once again only this time, was because I was actually starting to do well in school. I began to get B's every test, and Mom thought to send me to the private academy she went to as a teenager, in hope of me learning the knowledge to take over her furniture and antique company.

Ouran Academy.

Now I'm here, as a Junior, two years away from being out of school, two years away from being free.

I opened my eyes, feeling weight on my chest. I blinked rapidly, sitting up to realize I had a heavy blanket covering me. I looked over at my alarm clock, 6:45 PM... Mother was home. With a sigh, I got out of bed to change out of my uniform and into normal clothes to attend dinner.

To Be continued