𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

Chapter 1

Here I am. In the car with the car driver driving Mother, Daddy, Chloe, Andre and I to our new house in Los Angeles. Yes, the L.A. I didn't think I was going to move this early.

"How long left? I need to piss." My brother Andre complained.

"We'll be there soon Andre. Hold on." My Mother rolled her eyes scrolling through her phone.

"Oh okay, I'll just hold my fucking dick" I cringe at my brother's choice of words. My sister slapped him, "Shut up, that's disgusting."

I agree with her. How could he say something like that? Especially in front of our parents who are such posh people. Like myself and Chloe.

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We arrive to our new home which had the gardens full of flowers planted so beautifully. It looked huge, I wasn't expecting something as big as this. It was around 10.00 at night, so it was dark. Meaning the lights inside the house were bright and shiny.

We got of the car one by one, as it was a limo, and carefully stepped onto the concrete. "Ugh fuck."  My sister mumbled under her breath as her coat fell on the floor. She knew my Mother would give her a dirty look as her rule is "No lady should use horrid words like that. Now do they?" She gave it to the Butler, George. He was English, like us. He looked to be a little older than my Father. He had a fresh haircut with light blonde streaks running through his hair which looked to be naturally dark.

"Marie." My Mother suddenly called my name as proper as ever.

"Yes, Mother?" I asked with a soft smile propped onto my face.

"Put your coat on, Darling. It's quite chilly out here."

I place my coat over my shoulders after getting help from George getting out of the car. I'm short, thus my small body couldn't get out of such a big car.

We enter the house which is now, our home. Mother looked around after smelling the fresh air. Andre rushed to the downstairs restroom near the kitchen. "Finally!"

My family is originally from England. After our entire family had agreed to moving to America, we had. Some of my family still live in London but Mother preferred to be here. Her sister, My Aunt Lidia had her children and the of the family here. Although my siblings curse quite often, they still have an accent. I do too, but I do not ever curse. It's inappropriate and violent. Mother has never heard Chloe curse, but she's heard Andre curse, and it never ends pleasant. He doesn't care at the very least.

"Girls, your rooms have been chosen. They've been set up, George will take your luggage and Mabel, will put everything in the correct space." Mother informed us. Chloe looked at me and a huge smile grew on her face. "Well? Let's go, Marie!"

Chloe took my wrist and speedily ran up the stairs before she was stopped by Mabel, our maid. "Girls, slowly." She warned before giving us her famous cheeky smile. She had dark red hair and small wrinkles under her eyes.

Chloe took me to her room. It was being set up by George. "We're in America!" She shouted in an American accent. I giggled. Chloe was older than me. She was the middle child. She'd start College while Andre would be at his last year of College. I'd be starting my last year of High School.

Chloe wrapped her arm around me and pulled me close to her side drawing an image with her hand in the air, "Think of it little one! L.A. We're already rich but look, we'd be wealthier!" Chloe loves money. Every boyfriend she's ever had, had money. And if they didn't, she'd discover that and break up with them. She had limits with her choices. Andre was different. He'd be with one girl for a day, and then be with another, another day. I've never been with anyone, let alone have a boyfriend.