For Now | Dreaming Trilogy | Book 1 (HEAVY CONSTRUCTION)

Shyanne | Perfect Girls

My eyes flew open as sunlight poured into my room, falling in pools onto my rug. I grinned, throwing the bright yellow covers off my queen sized bed. The sweet scent of pancakes being cooked downstairs flooded my lungs as my feet hit the warm, yellow rug. I hopped off my bed, curling my toes momentarily in the warmth of the sunshine.

"Shyanne!" My mom, Dianna, called from downstairs in the East Wing. My house was massive, yet constantly empty. We were the stereotypical rich people. My dad, Mickey, was a realtor. He owned Crowning Reality.

"I'm up!" I yelled back, stretching as I stood up.

There was a soft knock at the door. "Miss Crowning? May I come in?" Asked a quiet voice that I knew well. My best friend, Jael Shrill.

I laughed, opening the door to be met by her beautiful face. There she was, in her black and white uniform. Jael was our head maid, and cook. Her hair was long and black, flowing down her back in silky waves. She kept her hair up in a tight bun most of the time. This style showed her beautiful, young face and light freckling over her cheeks and nose. Pale skin made her bright blue eyes stand out even more. She was the most beautiful person on this Earth, and she was my best friend.

"Jael, you know you can call me Shy." I grinned.

"Y-Yes, Shy," Jael stuttered, as always. Just another lovable personality trait. "But Mr. Crowning could hear me, and I don't want you to get in trouble on my behalf."

I made a face, scrunching up my nose and squinting my eyes. "Psh!" I laughed, flinging my hand in her direction in the universal sign of It's no big deal! "Dad can do whatever he wants to me. You're still my best friend."

"Mr. Crowning disapproves of us being friends, Shyanne."

"I know...," I replied quietly, lowering my eyes with my smile.

Dad was strict. He didn't want me to be friends with Jael, just because she wasn't rich. She was a maid, and that meant that she was less than us rich people. At least according to Dad. Jael was simply the most wonderful person in the world to me.

Thank god we found her. Dad mentioned wanting a new head maid - he'd fired the last one for leaving fingerprints on our glasses during one of his fancy business dinners. And then she just showed up, holding a resume and wearing the brightest smile I'd ever seen. Mom instantly liked her, and somehow convinced Dad to hire her.

I'll always be glad for Jael. My life would be hell without her.

"Shy, we must get ready for your first day of school. Shall I drive you to the bus stop?" Jael asked, breaking the silence with her soft voice. Internal noise always made external silence.

"Yes, please, JJ," I replied. "What should I wear?" I bounced over to my walk-in closet. My room, much like my house itself, was completely massive. Big and empty.

"What about your white tank top?" Jael suggested.

I reached into my closet and pulled out the subject of discussion. "And my pink shawl?" I asked, pulling that out to match.

"The see-through pink would look good with your pink floral skirt," Jael said, walking over to take my top and outerwear from my hands to set them on my bed.

"Ooh, good idea!" I said, pulling out the skirt with pastel tulips 'painted' over a pink background. "Tights or no tights?" I mused, looking to my personal fashion assistant.

"No tights, Shy."

"Yes, ma'am!" I said, faking a salute to my friend. "Shoes?"

"The pale pink flats, I think."