Chapter 2 The Punch

'I m sure it isn't worth a dollar, 'his features were dark and arrogant. What kind of human is he, 'It's not something you should be banging my door for. Do you even know the worth of my car compared to your dress?'

I cuss mentally, looking away to gather myself again, 'Whose fault was it? If you had stopped, I wouldn't have banged your door! 'I scream again, 'And how much is your damn car!' I'm suddenly feeling the heat, I start to fan myself with my hand. Seriously, this conversation is starting to get me fed up

'My car, the man moves his head forward. 'It is worth one hundred million dollars. This car is its latest!'

What! My head disappears to planet Jupiter

What the heck! One hundred thousand dollars!

How can someone be so rich? How can someone own a car worth a hundred thousand dollars? No wonder his driver is wearing a tuxedo.

'Well, I don't care, I stammer. Jeez, when did I become a stammerer?Just apologize. This was your fault!'

The man relaxes again as if he does not worry about the world. I wish I can be like him instead of walking every street in search of a job.

'You look like a maid considering your dress, 'at the word, I jot out of my thought to stare at him, 'Are you stupid? You were the one that stood by the pothole, how is that my fault. And you still had the gut to bang my door. My door! Instead of you going home and thinking of what to do with your life, instead, you go ahead blaming others for what is happening to you. You are___'

I punch him, my fist hardening beside me.

The driver was about to move forward but the man stopped him with his hand. I don't even care, I am ready to beat them both. I don't care.

He looks down at me, and I could behold the cut at his lip, what my blow did to him

Some people have already gathered to watch us. And something tells me this man is popular because some people have started to take pictures of us.

I close my eyes mentally at the tears that threatened to seep from under my lashes.

'These clothes mean so much to me than your damn car! 'I started, with every ounce of my strength out to stop me from crying. I wouldn't cry, I promise that I wouldn't, not in front of this arrogant man, 'It doesn't matter if it costs more than you say. You don't go around downgrading and insulting people just because you are rich, 'I suck in inbreathe and look at his dark feature, 'You are a stroke of bad luck, 'I split on the floor and turn away. Now, I can hear some whispering and murmur around me. Nevertheless, I continue to walk until I'm sure I'm out of the scene.

Sometimes, there are things you want, things you need, things you lack but that only goes to some set of people. Why aren't I rich? I close my eyes to stop the tears but I fail and they eventually came rolling down. Is it my fault that I'm not rich!!!

Is it my fault that I had to suffer to save up the money to buy the dress I am putting on. Why must life be so hard for me?

I stretch forth my hand to stop a taxi. I'm going home, I don't think I still have the strength to continue searching for jobs today. I need to sleep. I feel so sick at heart and in my soul.

The sound of the knock woke me up. I yawn and sit up to look at the time. Six in the afternoon. It must be Nancy.

Nancy walks in, 'Hi baby girl, 'she smiles at me as she tries to pull off her shoe, 'How was today's search? '.

I sigh, frustrated, 'Nothing to write home about. How was work? '

She sighs too but tiredly, 'work loaded , she drops her bag and moves closer to me with some bundle of paper in her hand, 'Can you imagine this? I saw this and I can't help but buy the newspaper, 'she takes a seat beside me on the bed and stretches forth the newspaper to me. I look at it and my eyes went wide and dark with a huge surprise at the headline___" Underage lady slash at the heir to Tianshi Company'"'

'But, 'Nancy pout funnily as she stares at the picture too, 'why does this lady look like you?'

I turn my head to look at her, 'How did this get on the paper!!! It happened three hours ago! 'I scream out of frustration and a slight headache hits in.

Nancy gathers her wrinkles, 'Wait, how did you know the time it happened? Were you there? '

'God, this frustration is enough for a day! 'I stand and walk out of the room.

Nancy follows me into the kitchen, 'Don t tell me you were the lady! she says in huge terror. I stop to look at her, 'OMG! You punched Dave Margay! 'her scream was enough to make me deaf for two minutes 'What happened! '

I drink the water and walk out of the kitchen, into the living room. I'm so sick right now and I don't have the time to start going over the incident I wish to forget.

'OMG Emma! You've got to talk. You know I wouldn't leave you until you tell me all about it! 'she says boldly before walking to me again

I sigh and turn to look at her. Nancy is the most troublesome friend I have ever met.