She came from money but wouldn’t let people know it. She glanced around the library making sure no one was looking at her or judging her. She figured the best way to blend and keep on the down low was to stay in the library as often as possible. Even though she wasn’t on a scholarship because her parents could afford to pay for college, she wanted to keep her grades up even if everything in school came naturally to her.
Her designer jeans hugged her lean figure as she slid into a comfortable chair to brush up on her American History. She came from New York all the way to California hoping to stay low key in a small college in the greens hills. She knew she wanted to be a painter but her parents tried to force her to go pre med or something of higher stature. They said that she was too good to be a painter, and that they made no money. Even though her parents still supported her idea she hated showing off how well off her dad was, working on Wall Street as a VC and her mother as a distinguished lawyer. Maybe becoming a painter would keep her grounded and learn a little bit about life.
She had always had it the easy route, knowing that she could get anything she wanted in a heartbeat. She hated that type of life style though, being a spoiled brat. Everyone around where she grew up grew up in that type of lifestyle though, so she didn’t seem out of place to them. To her though, she never seemed to fit in, she seemed an outcast.
She always had friends though, because she was easy going and friendly, how could everyone not love her. It was also because everyone knew her dad and her family. She didn’t want to be known for her family though. She wanted to be known for herself, her own hard work. People out here in California didn’t even turn their heads when they heard her name. She breathed a sigh of relief that that was how it was here. Just her and her school work and art of course. She had chosen to go to a small performing arts college and not NYU for that reason. She wanted to create her own self out somewhere and this was the perfect place to do it for her.
She missed her family though, even though the small campus seemed almost like a second home to her though and it was only a few months into school. She was embarrassed for them to come out here and visit her though because they brought the sense of high upstate New York air with them. Not to say her parents are stuck up, but they have let New York affect them more than Margaret would have liked. Her family basked in the fact that they were high class, everyone but her.
She dropped the rich girl act as soon as she left New York. She was just another out of state student to everyone else in California, no one special. At least she hoped not. She sometimes she wondered if anyone ever realized that she was trying to hard to fit in as being a no one.
She did breathe a sigh of relief though when she got to California and could drop the rich girl act, because it did get tiring after a while. In New York, people expected that from her, but here all people wanted from her was to laugh with them and join them for parties every night.
She smiled to herself thinking how easy this lifestyle was compared to the one in New York, where the smiles here weren’t fake and neither were the people. Maybe she would keep the lifestyle here in California and drop the one from New York. Then her family would always haunt her about what she had left behind, she loved them dearly and thought, “maybe I could persuade them that life here in California is better off for them.