“Queen Bug”

     "Hey! Miss Queen-bug-I mean Bee! " I turn to look at the voice who called me bug, and saw that it was the nerd, holding out my bag and the book that Brianna allows me to borrow.

"Did you just called me bug? " I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

"If you're not deaf then you know what's the answer to your question. " he replied, shrugging.

"Why are you even talking to me. You should not talk to me. You're a nerd, I don't talk with nerds. Y'all are disgusting. I don't want to talk to you."    I covered my mouth after because I didn't noticed I was blabbing nonsense.

Great. I look like a fool.

"First, I was not talking to you. I was just handing out the things you left in the library. Second, what's with me being a nerd? At least I got brains and shits, unlike you. And lastly, can you take your things because I have so many things to do than be arguing with you. " he said, stepping close.

"Eww, you're touching my bag! And please stay five meters away from me. " He scrunched up his face in my reaction.

"What do you want me to do? Make it fly? You adjust." he shook his head before continuing, "You should stop throwing books and telling them eww. You're so heartless and mean to them. " he said picking up the book I had thrown.

"Whatever. " I said then took my bag and the book Brianna gave me.

I don't want to talk to trashes.

  "Hello Queen, where have you been? " asked Chelsea, one of the members of the cheer leading squad.

"It's non of your business. " I replied, not caring if I'm being snappy.

    "Are you done practicing with the routine I had teached you yesterday? " they all nodded their head and I smiled, now I can go home.

"Then y'all can go home now. Let's meet on Tuesday next week. Bye" I said and turn my heels to walk out of the bleachers where we held our practice.

"Finally I can have my alone time. " I said to myself as I walk towards my car. I drove directly towards home and I was surprised to see my parents car parked in the small parking space we have.

They are home early, are they on a vacay or what?

I turned the engine off and entered the huge place I call home. It's big and modern styled palace home. My dad got this from his grandparents as a wedding gift. They are filthy rich af.

   "Tiara! " I turn my head and saw my mom come out of the door which leads towards the kitchen. Is she cooking for us? I can't remember when was the last time she had cook something for us.

   "Yes, mother? " she told me to call her that because it is the right term in addressing a parent, psh as if there is a right term.

    "I saw your grades... " she trailed off, raising her left brow.

    "What? Are you going to lecture me about it? I've had enough lectures from my teacher, mother. I don't need more. " I said to her and turn my back to walk up to my room.

I don't want to discuss about it with her. She's just going to tell me how I should stop being in the cheer and dance team because it's a distraction even if it's not. She never supports me with it, she wants me to have music lessons and such which I hate the most because one, I have a very terrible voice and two, I find it boring.

"I am not yet done with talking Tiara, how disrespectful of yours to do that. I am your mother! Learn to have some res-" I shut my door close so I can not hear her rants about me.

I've had enough for today.

I threw my bag and jump directly in my bed.

I pulled out my phone and opened my instagram.

I have many followers in all my social media accounts, they even suggested that I should try vlogging but I have no time for that. I only post videos of my dance cover in yt and it always gains so many views and likes.

I checked the notifications and scrolled in the feed for a little while.

Boring.

I can't wait to go to college. I'm planning on pursuing my dream in dancing. I want to go to Julliard. I've been dreaming of studying in there since a kid and now it's almost at hand.

I'm still not sure with my parents tho. They keep on insisting I should take Buisness Management saying that I'm going to take charge of our company in the future but I always ignore them.

As if I'm going to listen to them.

They never supported me in all the things I want to do especially in dancing. They make excuses every time I invited them to watch me perform saying that it's not gonna help me in my future.

They are not even fortune teller, psh.

I don't care if they will not support me  because I know that I can do things which does not require their support.