Chapter 2: Michelle Lui’s back story (1/2)

I looked around my room. It was just as I remembered. The pink and white colors, my queen bed, and the overall princess theme it had because I used to fancy myself as, well, a princess.

Perhaps I was in a dream. Anyway, I went through the motions, took a hot shower, wore the jeans and white t-shirt, which was hanging on the handles of my cabinet, and carried my bag wherein inside were my wallet, pen, and a notebook. Soon, I was ready.

Upon walking to our dining room, I saw Rona, it has been over a decade since I last saw her.

”Good morning, miss. Please excuse me, I will inform Mr. Matt to ready the car.”

I don't recall much of what happened this day, but I still knew the people who used to work for my family. I nodded my head. Mr. Matt has been my driver for the 4 years I spent in college.

I saw the food on the table and felt a bit hungry. I helped myself with the bacon and eggs. If this was me in my younger days, I would've scolded the maids already. I was so used to being pampered that a maid should have already poured water or orange juice on my glass for me.

This was a very strange dream though. I can vividly taste the bacon in my mouth.

After having my fill, I went outside the main door and saw the Porsche waiting to send me to school.

Mr. Matt opened the door for me, and I sat inside.

”Good morning miss! Aren't you excited for today? This was all you have talked about since the other day.” He said.

This time, I stared at him through the rear mirror. He looked a lot younger than the last time I saw him. Ah… did I die on that elevator? I started to wonder. This situation is already freaking me out.

Anyway, some introspection will be needed. What was I like at this age?

If I remember correctly, I should be 18 years old. A young adult who was very excited to go to her dream university. Ah… I remembered the first year. I was infamous then. Some of my blockmates told me that I used to have a princess complex where the world revolved around me. I must admit on looking back, that was cringeworthy.

It should not be surprising though. Being born with a diamond spoon, I was used to having people cater to my every need.

I graduated from an exclusive private high school. However, college gave me a culture shock. The professors and my classmates did not consider me someone special. From being the pampered princess no one dared touch in high school, I became the butt of all jokes to the girls as I barely passed my subjects.

I never gave them too much thought though. As said, I was very self-centered, and I thought they were only criticizing about me because they were all envious of my beauty. Yes, I was also very narcissistic at that time. There was one time when a blockmate of mine, who I thought was my friend, asked me about who I think was beautiful in class. I did not think much of it and answered honestly. I ranked everyone and dared to place myself first. Apparently, that leaked and that was why all the girls hated me.