Corray De Lor

Gwen Calber

                                                                            Gwen

“Gwendolyn Calber! If you don’t leave now you will miss your flight!” My mother’s voice rang from downstairs. I sighed and stopped reading. I had recently been captivated by the new romance, Zeus’s Daughter. My mother wrote it. I don’t usually read her books but all the girls I know were obsessed by it. Not a lot of people know Rachel Bennett is my mom because she was an author before she married dad and she decided to keep her last name for business.

I got off my bed and slipped into my wedges. I grabbed my purse off the vanity table and glided down the staircase. I hugged my mother and father and they kissed me on the cheek. Jones, the family chauffeur, had taken out my bags to the limo.

“Have a good time at boarding school, dear.” My mother said.

“Yes, and be productive.”

“Alright, dad.” I smiled.

Jones opened the car door for me and I slipped in. We pulled out of Clarington Condo’s driveway and hit the road. It was lonely in a limo when it was just you. I started reading my book. It was about Zeus’s daughter when she falls for an outsider. It’s kind of like Romeo and Juliet. But with a happier ending.

My father and mother were sending me away to Corray De Lor Academy in Manhattan for my sophomore year. It would be hard showing my face this year because of what happened freshman year. I’m just glad it never got out of my school house.

After a while we stopped at the airport.

“We’ve arrived, miss.” Jones announced. Obviously. I think he forgets that the windows are tinted outside and not inside. He carries my bags in and I follow behind him with my carry-on bag and purse. I’m glad I’m wearing my sunglasses so no one recognizes me from the recent headlines that had everyone’s heart warmed, Calber bonds with daughter!

I guess everyone was surprised my dad has a big enough heart to spend time with his fifteen year old daughter.

My father owns a big chain of fine hotels across the states. Calber Suites. I barely see him because he’s always busy with work. A lot of girls with whine because they want to spend more time with their fathers but I’m just fine where I am. I’d rather not go out with him and have a bunch of paparazzi take pictures of me eating a meatball sub.

I hug Jones goodbye and he’s a little startled. But he knows I did it the first time mom and dad sent me off to Corray De Lor. He’s a good chauffeur. He’s worked for us about nine years.

As soon as I sit down on the airplane in first class I tuck away my carry-on and fall asleep.