The Naturals (The new additions)

Victoria Royal

The walk to our black Lamborghini was unsettling silent. As soon as we got in the car and all the doors where closed, I look down and put on a fake sad facial expression. We start driving.

"I'm really sorry.." I said in a sorrowful tone. Honestly I was very annoyed, but they don't really need to know that. The rest of the car ride was silent, and all I could think of was that annoying girl that I met in the office. I remember her having short extremely light blond hair, she looked like she was almost as angry as I was, if that's possible. She was wearing a buttercup yellow hoodie, with black leggings and a choker necklace. I was confused on why the principal said my last name and didn't say hers. Her hands and clothes where stained with dried blood which ultimately made me more curious about what had happened, but I tried not to care. When I had asked her what had happened, I didn't really care what her response would be, I just didn't like the awkward silence. Still, it made me mad that she didn't reply.

The car pulled into the driveway, which made me snap back into reality. Our house is very large, and has white bricks coating the outside. it was bigger than most houses in the neighborhood. I got out of the car and walked straight to my room to change out of these disgusting clothes. I hated wearing skirts and dresses, but my parents made me wear them because of their 'reputation' or whatever. But, of course, I wasn't a slob so I took a shower to rinse the dirt and blood of of me before i could change.

To be honest I hated being rich. Everyone took me as a spoiled brat just because i had money and fancy clothes to wear. I would much rather be homeless and have real friends then be where I am now. I got into fights a lot, mostly to prove my point that i'm not a spoiled brat. The only real friend I've ever had was Sadie, but she just disappeared one day and there was nothing i could do about it, because if I went looking for her and my parents found out I was hanging out with a delinquent they would kill me. And I'm not joking...

As I was drying off, I couldn't help to notice my closet was filled with dresses and skirts, but I had one area of my closet that my parents didn't know about. it was filled with sweaters, sweat pants, t-shirts, and jeans. I would usually wear those when my parents are on business trips, so every other week. I watched TV until about 1:00 am, and then got out of my bed to check if my little sister was asleep. yep. I walk back through the dark, empty hallways and eventually got back to the room. I make my way over to the walk-in closet to get the fire latter, throw it out the window, and climb down from the sixth floor. I walk for what seems like fifteen minuets and eventually I find my way to my favorite place in the ally way behind the bank in the city.