The Millionaire's Daughter

Part 1: The Millionaire's Daughter -1~~Intruder

 Hey guys!

NO. My characters are not 7 years old throughout the whole story. Lots of you humans are pestering me with that question and the answer is NO. 

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Well, they'll turn 17 after the first 7 chapters. So enjoy reading.

xoxoxo,

~~Lauren <3

                                                           

Chapter 1

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I peered through the open doorway while holding a curtain rod and a shampoo. Sorry. I just woke up because I heard someone walking outside and I just grabbed whatever I can.

I slipped through the door, careful not to make any sound so that whoever dares, yeah, DARES to intrude our house won't hear me. I choked in a giggle because I find myself hilarious. I mean, a little girl like me who wears a PJ designed with zebras, was ready to stick the nose of the intruder with a curtain rod and squirt his face with a shampoo. Well, where can you see that? And where can you see a 10 year old girl, whose about to maybe, meet a professional burglar, who can still laugh at this situation? 

Well. Nevermind. I walked silently to the hallway and finally reached the stairs.

I heard someone open our cupboard filled with expensive china wares. I stood at the top of the stairs, listening and smiling like crazy.

Forgive me, but I’m one adventurous girl. I grew up loving dangerous things. But, I know my limit.

I smiled as I reached the foot of the stairs and I leaned against the wall to hear more of the intruder's quiet serenade. 

I covered my mouth to forcefully hide my giggle.

 Oh my gosh. The intruder is singing a Barney Song!

As I snatch a glimpse of our kitchen, I see a big man putting our expensive plates in a big, bulky sack.

Ok. Confirmed. There's a burglar in our house.

Will I wake daddy? Nope. He'll just call for his super weird guards. Will I call on Doopy? My oh so beloved lazy dog? No way, he'll just sleep on my feet. Or will I call my brother's Doberman whose name is Candy. Um, he'll just chase me and ruin everything. Okay, I'll have to face Mr. stinking Barney by myself. 

The burglar was standing with his back at me. Just what I needed. He was done snatching our plates away and he was now munching one of my favorite cookies! No! Oh NO NO NO! I never allowed anyone in this house to touch the jar and I even sacrificed that last cookie for me to eat on my birthday! NOOOOOO!!!!

I became mad and I advanced on Mr. Barney.

As I ran, I pointed the curtain rod before me and I shouted "For my cookie!!!!" Too late...Before Barney turned, I already jabbed him at his butt using the rod. He yelped and dropped the sack and the plates clattered on the floor loudly.

He staggered on his feet and he accidentally hit the emergency button next to the sink. Alarms blared all over the house. I started to hear voices in panic and some even called my name.

Mr. Aching Butt turned, still holding his butt. He glared and pointed his meaty fingers at me "You interfering little brat! I swear if I catch you I'll-----" he stopped when we heard someone going downstairs. 

I smiled at him cutely as he tried to know where the exit was located.

People started calling my name and I heard the police cars with their awful sirens parking at our house. Before Barney Breath run for the back kitchen door I squeezed my shampoo hard on the floor. "Yay!!! Barney breath's butt hurts. and he's having a sla-ayd. weeee!"

I emptied the bottle and threw it behind me. I looked at him as he tried to walk towards me for I stand between him and the exit door.

I laughed as he tripped and slid down the trail of shampoo on the floor "you are so going to be dead!" he yelled. I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him. Because of his weight, he could hardly get up.

I opened a cabinet to my left and looked for the rope I used to tie doopy whenever he'll eat my food. I grabbed the rope and turned to my little guest.

Even though I'm only little, it doesn't mean I can't do things like this. He kept sliding and he ended up lying on his butt unconscious.

I tied the rope at his hands and his feet. He woke up and he spat at me. "Oh yuck Mr! I guess you want to eat more cookies right?"

I grabbed Candy's doggy cookie. I sat on him and forced him to eat it. I heard footsteps heading towards the kitchen and my mom calling my name. 

The police, my parents, and my brothers found me with a big man tied in a rope who kinda liked Candy's cookies. Their eyes went wide and some of them gaped at me.

I waved at them and ran to my mom. "Hi Mom! Hi dad!" They eyed me with a shocked expression and I can't help but giggle.

"What is the meaning of this Raven?" my dad managed to say.

My mom held my face and checked it for some scratches "are you okay sweetie? what happened? are you hurt?" 

I smiled at them and told them the story. The police looked at me with awe and my brothers high-fived me. But my parents seem to dislike what I did.

"Aren't you happy mom and dad? I defeated Barney! I mean, he tried to steal our things and he even ate my cookie!"

They both smiled at me reassuringly and my dad spoke, “but you could've been hurt. You should've woken me up and your mom or call the security when you heard him."

"Your father is right Raven, we just want you safe. What if something happened to you? I don't know what I’m going to do," my mom said.

I smiled at them and said, "but that was so fun! It was an adventure!! this is the coolest----" 

"Sir, there are lots of reporters outside. They wish to speak to Ms. Raven about what happened."

"You see dad? those reporters love it too! this is cool! yeah!" I high-fived my brother George.

My father shook his head continuously and said "this is enough. Go to bed now. We surely had a good night."

Dad went on to speak to the head of our security about their irresponsibility. I went upstairs both sad and happy. Happy because I saw Barney being carried by the police screaming "I want more cookies!" And sad because I think tomorrow‘s going to be another lame day.

Author's Note:

This is freaking childish. Lmao.

I re-read whatever I wrote in here and I just wanna bump my head in some place or whatever. Still, I have countless readers who love this story to the end and I don't know why...

Anyway, vomment and be safe.

XoXo,

L