Searching for Love, Found Wealth

Searching for Love, Found Wealth

P.T.Chuks

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Looks weren't all that important. Those bullies want to smear it in her face that she was less important. Kiera John. She was proud of her name. When at middle school she got rained with different insulting names, she didn't find it very funny. Well things changed when her long lost boy best friend came back to their part of the town and soon she got exposed to a less toxic world. She even got to be friends with a popular guy at school and thought perhaps her life could change to be the "ideal teen girl's life". But of course, bullying is still part of teenage life. Becoming popular at school was the least of her wants but if she had to be to earn her respects and protect her friends, then she would. Cara Adams, a heartless shitty girl who was crushed on by virtually all the boys from the top best schools at Washington, was set to destroy her by all means. Not wanting to share her crown as Queen of Javin high school, Cara devises ways of shaming our young fighter. Of course, when your boy best friend is a popular teen model and your school half-crush is the popular and cute Jasper, you might get an inch of survival from a devil like Cara. Still Cara wasn't buying it. Friends and families play an important role in changing Kiera's perspective of life. She realizes she need not hate her looks and aimed more on accepting herself. Fate also slowly made her realize that "Hate is taught. Love is natural". Her family later was revealed to be the powerful Martinez family with a dirty secret and bad name. Creating another seemingly endless case of courts, rights and inheritance. Join Kiera in her bid to prove to the world that she isn't much of the everyday teenager.

Searching for Love, Found Wealth Chapter 1 Loneliness

The pain of Loneliness

I was walking back home again from school, all alone. My friend, Jana didn't come with me today. She was probably sick of being called a "chimp" too. The skies became cloudy.

It was going to rain. I hastened my steps and stopped at a bakery shop. It was closed already.

Some school boys were coming from my right. I quickly turned my back so they wouldn't see me but I was too late.

"Hey, black chimp!" they laughed. They called me other names but "black chimp" always got to me.

It wasn't my fault I was nerdish and black-skinned.

"Come out so the rain would wash you clean" one of them jeered and an uproar of laughter followed.

I tried closing my ears hoping they'd go away but it seemed they too were waiting for the rain at the shop. I couldn't hold it. I ran out from there under the rain. "Yeah, wash yourself" I heard them yell. "You could get prettier too".

I knew I was crying but the rain hid my tears. At our doorsteps, they were stones with pieces of glasses. I quickly ran inside, my mom was startled. "Oh, it's you" she exhaled.

They had come again. The bullies. They couldn't just let a single mom family live amongst them.

I ignored my mom and went upstairs to change. She knew I had a bad day, so she didn't bother ask.

I tried calling up Jana but she ignored my calls. I tried crying but somehow I couldn't. My face was wide. I had full lips. Big eyes. And everyone called it ugly. I was so tired. I slept off.

At school the next day, our sports teacher had asked for someone to volunteer to represent our school in an upcoming competition.

It was an annual competition that usually excited me. I wasn't good at running but loved watching the sport.

"Chimp, why don't you go? Animals are fast in running" a girl had said to me. She had said it with no emotions like it was normal to call someone a "chimp".

I tried to suppress the anger growing in me. That wasn't just right. If I, a fifteen year old senior high school student is a chimp, then what would she call criminals? Saints? This misconception wasn't just right.

And this "little Missy" needed to know that. I haven't really ever spoken up when people bullied me but naturally I was a fighter so I intend to keep being one.

"Um... Well, the name's Kiera not chimp" I spoke up to her.

She turned to me looking surprised "whatever, I prefer "chimp", anyway" she snapped back and walked away.

Jeez, she had a fast tongue but I wasn't going to give up. My name was "Kiera John" not "Chimp" and all who didn't know must know! Nerdish, ugly or whatever their excuse was. I would stop letting them trample on me.

I glared at her retreating figure. She walked with briskly, with some kind of pride, to a boy playing around. She had tugged at his hair and dragged him by the ears. That boy could be fourteen or so, I wondered why he let her treat him that way.

Also, some other boys saw her but just let her pass. I thought boys had a bro code on defending one another. And the boy wasn't small so why should she have treated him that way.

"It seems you're a human abuser" I thought to myself. And since she bullied boys too, she must have good back-up somehow. Whoever it was, wasn't advising her properly. That girl needed some re-orientation on how to treat people.

Today was different from other days, I had a flare of determination, a flare of hope – I'm not going to be trampled upon – I was going to fight back. Bullying is a disease and I'm willing to be a Doctor to cure this. No more a patient nor victim. Time for me to say something, and it's actually believed.

It still surprised me how a girl living in the twenty-first century would still be complaining of bullying like this. At other countries I've heard of, like France, Italy and Germany, bullying was almost at minimum.

Or was it a norm that couldn't die. Well, it made my new small town, Cornfest, rather special. It had all the remaining problems of the world. "Haaa!" I sighed with exasperation.

I was now more confident while walking home, ready to eat up anyone who tried making me inferior. Luckily for them – sadly for me, we never met.

My road home was almost free from any human existence. Even my doorstep had no stones or glasses. I guess the world is getting my message even when I haven't passed it. I smiled.

"Mom, I'm home!!" I yelled out with excitement. I plan on infecting my mom with my new found hope.

"Hey, you're back?!" came her voice from upstairs. I smirked, I noticed the unusual cheer in her tone.

One thing about my mom is her rapid mood swings. Someone could break a news that would put my mom in tears but the next moment you make a good joke, she's laughing. Makes me think if she actually fake her moods.

She came down few seconds later wiping her wet hands with a towel. "Guess what mom?" I blurted before she asked why I was so excited.

"Umm.. a kid made friends with you?" she asked wide-eyed. Somehow it killed my joy, it's not like it wasn't a good thing if that actually happened but... I didn't care about having friends much.

Why would I go bunkers if a kid made friends with me? Makes the idea of having friends look like much of a big deal.

Ordinarily before now, I would be honored to have people play with me but now – they had the same bad attitude – same bad attitude that my other friends could have.

I'd be more than glad now to have a partner who would think more openly – any body would do for my lonely soul. My mom's questioning look reminded me that I haven't answered her yet.

"Nope, who cares?! But my news was that I stood up to a bully". I bet Mom must have noticed the sad and downcast tone I answered her with because the next thing she said was "oh, that!".

I left to my room to take a shower. My mom had kept her eyes glued to me while I walked past. She must have been wondering "what's wrong with my baby girl today?"

We ate dinner in silence – well, silence I mean by none of us talking to each other – but in my head, series of questions were being played.

"What would I do if Jana calls me a chimp too?" "Won't I cry for how soon her betrayal came?" "What did I ever do to deserve this?".

I think I forgot to add that I wasn't very beautiful and had the "big nose" but duh, I've seen kids with even bigger nose.

I had a nice skin and was smart but no one noticed that, or acted like they noticed it.

I didn't have cousins. I know wherever I came from must be a powerful family cos of my mom childhood pictures.

She looked wealthy but now, I didn't know where that was. I longed to belong somewhere.

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“Looks weren't all that important. Those bullies want to smear it in her face that she was less important. Kiera John. She was proud of her name. When at middle school she got rained with different insulting names, she didn't find it very funny. Well things changed when her long lost boy best friend came back to their part of the town and soon she got exposed to a less toxic world. She even got to be friends with a popular guy at school and thought perhaps her life could change to be the "ideal teen girl's life". But of course, bullying is still part of teenage life. Becoming popular at school was the least of her wants but if she had to be to earn her respects and protect her friends, then she would. Cara Adams, a heartless shitty girl who was crushed on by virtually all the boys from the top best schools at Washington, was set to destroy her by all means. Not wanting to share her crown as Queen of Javin high school, Cara devises ways of shaming our young fighter. Of course, when your boy best friend is a popular teen model and your school half-crush is the popular and cute Jasper, you might get an inch of survival from a devil like Cara. Still Cara wasn't buying it. Friends and families play an important role in changing Kiera's perspective of life. She realizes she need not hate her looks and aimed more on accepting herself. Fate also slowly made her realize that "Hate is taught. Love is natural". Her family later was revealed to be the powerful Martinez family with a dirty secret and bad name. Creating another seemingly endless case of courts, rights and inheritance. Join Kiera in her bid to prove to the world that she isn't much of the everyday teenager.”
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Chapter 1 Loneliness

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Chapter 2 Surprise

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Chapter 3 He returned

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Chapter 4 Pain

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Chapter 5 Embarrassing

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Chapter 6 Teen Model

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Chapter 7 My dad

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Chapter 8 The Changes

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Chapter 9 Homeschooled

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Chapter 10 Facebook Account

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Chapter 11 Half Sister

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Chapter 12 She was a Victim

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Chapter 13 Wicked Individuals

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Chapter 14 Abuse

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Chapter 15 They discriminate too

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Chapter 16 Pathetic

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Chapter 17 Tired

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Chapter 18 New Life

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Chapter 19 Chicken-Walker

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Chapter 20 Take notes, Cara

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Chapter 21 Miss Awkward

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Chapter 22 A student's life

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Chapter 23 Looking for Awards

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Chapter 24 Free Period

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Chapter 25 First Fight

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Chapter 26 Friday Weather

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Chapter 27 My official name

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Chapter 28 A Martinez

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Chapter 29 The Wild Jacob

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Chapter 30 Cara and her attitude

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Chapter 31 Reuben strikes again

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Chapter 32 He's Popular

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Chapter 33 Back to her nastiness

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Chapter 34 Cara ruled the school

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Chapter 35 The paintings

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Chapter 36 Her Aunt's rule

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Chapter 37 We quarrelled on Cara

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Chapter 38 Origin of the name of Martinez

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Chapter 39 Denying my family.

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Chapter 40 Drunk Chloe

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