“Hey scarface!” called out one kid who clenched a basketball around his tiny arms as he plastered a vicious expression on his face to add drama to his insult.
“Rag-a-muffin!” another called out, still with the same sadistic and ferocious expression, if looks could kill…
Soon enough, the entire schoolyard was filled with kids of all ages as they laughed and pointed while each one called out their favorite insult at the small brunette girl, whom tried her hardest to ignore the banters and laughter being made on her account as she made her way to a small old wooden bench at the lowly corner of the schoolyard. Her head was focused solely on the ground, while her long hair covered the right side of her face, allowing it to play the role of a curtain as to hide away the scar. Inside her head, she kept repeating to herself the words of, “Don’t cry! Don’t cry! Don’t cry!”
The taunts, jeers and insults she faced day after day for as long as she could remember haunted Riley Vaughan even in her deepest slumber. The scar on her face remained, but it grew deeper from the scars she had gotten from every person that came to cross her path. It was a scar of many faces: a scar on a person’s face; a scar on a person’s heart; and a scar on a person’s deepest soul. All was enough to keep a person vulnerable, except Riley: A dreamer who believed in miracles.
“Look, there he is!” said one giggling girl to her other giggling friend.
“He’s so cute…and he’s a Carter too!” replied another. “Everyone knows who he is. He’s like heir to Carter riches!” claimed another quietly as to not let the blonde little boy walking down the corridor of a private elementary school.
His name was Nick Carter, and everybody knew that. He was the oldest kid of the Carter family, the most well-known and well incomers in the Tampa Bay area. He and his family lived in the ritzy and posh area of Tierra Verde in Florida.
All his life, he has been exposed to nothing but the best of what life had to offer, if not better. Some kids envied him; some resented him, while other used him.
As time went by, and Nick got older, he began to see the downside of being a part of the famous Carter household, that when he was old enough, he moved out of his parents’ 13-bedroom mansion in Tierra Verde and bought a small 3-bedroom house of his own in the Tampa area along the Hillsborough County.
With a new life and a new perspective, Nick thought that he had shunned away everything that his overtly wealthy family raised him to believe in, but he was wrong. He went out with the wrong type of women, he only had eyes for the model and perfect looking girls and anything less was never good enough for him. Except the girls he often choose only desired, not him, but his wealth.
The effect of one person to another can often define either endless happiness or endless misery. Which path Nick will walk on, only he can make that decision.