We had fallen into an uncomfortable silence as we drove down the interstate. I wanted to crawl into my bed chamber but that was bad manners so I diligently abstained from doing so. My God even in my thoughts I sound like a prude! I sighed knowing that I really didn't fit in with these guys and their lifestyle at all. Corey was right, I am a stuck up and fake. It makes me want to cry. James asked a question which got Miranda to open up a little bit.
She and I were not that different. Both our parents were super rich and stuck up, and both our parents are forcing what they want us to be, do, talk like, dress like, etc, etc on us. I'm not even sure I'd know how to be "individualistic" if I tried. I sighed again. What would my parents think if they knew how depressed they made me? Probably cram pill after pill down my throat to make me "perfect". Idiots. Yeah, I'm a prude, I don't cuss either.
"So Savannah.... have you ever travelled before?" I suddenly heard James ask me
"Oh sure!" I replied as cheerfully as I could
"Of course she has, Jim. She's a stuck up rich girl." Corey spat
I sank lower in my seat and sighed. Doesn't he know I get it?
"Corey... seriously dude we don't need this shit the whole damn tour." Shawn stated, sticking up for me
"I know I'm a prude. I know I'm what you so delicately call a "rich girl". I know I don't belong here." I quietly stated, staring a hole through him
Everyone got quiet. Miranda looked at me like I had put to words exactly how she felt and gave a sad, knowing smile.
"Doesn't mean your not fake." He icily spat at me
"I know I'm fake but not in the way you have so painfully made clear you believe I am." I replied getting up and walking to my bed chamber.
Why does God hate me so? What have I ever done to deserve this? My parents only "love" me when I do something that either pleases them or shows up their "friends" kids. I'm stuck in a lifestyle I hate, I dress in fashion I hate, I have "friends" that I hate, I can't listen to anything I want to listen to. Hell I'm 20 years old and honestly have no damned clue who I am. How pathetic is that?
I turned my laptop on to check my school email and my bank account. The notes my classmate took for me was already waiting and I sighed with relief. I had plenty of money in my bank account and decided that the next opportunity I got to go shopping I was going to buy something nice for myself. Or something "devious" as my Mother would put it. Oooooohhh she'd freakin kill me if I came home with a tattoo!
"Savannah?" I heard someone call out
"Yes?" I replied, sticking my head out of my bunk to see who was talking to me
"Corey's in his bunk "taking a nap". Want to play cards with Shawn, Miranda and me?" James asked, smiling sweetly at me
"Um, ok." I shyly replied
"Cool. We'll teach you ladies how to play poker." He exclaimed with an evil laugh which made me laugh
"You're funny." I remarked as we made our way up front
He simply smiled at me as I got settled at the fold-down kitchen table. Apparently I was going to sit next to him since Shawn and Miranda were already sitting next to one another. James offered me a drink, which I gladly took some Orange Juice, and then sat down next to me. Shawn started explaining how to play Texas Hold 'Em to Miranda and myself. It was a bit confusing but James said he'd help me. I smiled at him and then blushed.
So a couple hours later, man time really does fly when you ARE having fun, the busses came to a stop in front of IHOP. We all deboarded, except for James who was "waking up" Corey. Roy asked Miranda and I how we were getting along. Miranda giggled and said that James & Shawn were teaching us to play poker. Roy made me laugh when he wiggled his eyebrows at us.
We made our way into the restaraunt and found that I was situated in between Roy and Jon. James was sitting across from me and Corey was on his left. He never failed to make me feel like an outcast and I quickly excused myself. I headed back to the bus and crawled into my bed chamber and shut the curtain. I know when I'm not wanted and I won't stay around people who don't want me there. How the hell am I going to make it through the next twelve months?
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Through Glass
FanfictionA college student from a wealthy family is given the opportunity to go on tour with a rock band for a school program. Can this sheltered, naïve, college girl survive touring with a loud, rambunctious rock band? Is she the stuck-up little rich girl...
