Riches To Rags

Chapter 1

"Too many people spend money they haven't earned, to buy things they don't want, to impress people they don't like."
-Will Smith

S K Y L E R

"Wake up, Miss." A tiny voice echoed through my room.

I groaned and sit up on my bed, I shifted my gaze to the source of the voice and saw Martha, she was standing beside my bed.

"Why are you standing so close to me?" I frowned and she took a few steps backwards.

"My apologies Miss Skyler." She muttered as she cleaned off invisible dirt from her grey and white uniform.

Martha looked like she was in her late thirties. She had brown hair, which was the only thing noticed about her. I don't associate myself with maids. They are here to serve me, not for me to notice them.

"The reason you're still standing here is?" I inquired, as I still notice her standing in my room.

She opened her mouth to speak but I waved my hand frantically, causing her to stop.

"Get out. Go make breakfast or something, but leave my sight immediately." I commanded, she did look slightly hurt by my comment, but she left the room anyway.

Does she expect me to be nice?

After I quickly freshened up, I saw that Martha had brought my uniform which was arranged on my bed. I put on the plaid skirt which I had shortened to a great extent and after I put on my white blouse.

When I was done, I sat in front of my vanity and loosened the band holding my hair before watching my strawberry blonde hair fall over my shoulders.

Just as I was about to pick up my purse, my door flew open and in came Steven.

Steven is my younger brother, He's twelve. He has strawberry blonde hair and hazel brown eyes.

Steven's eyes scanned the room until they landed on me, sitting in front of my vanity. He walked over to me in his school uniform and glared at me. His eyes traveled to the beautiful mess that was my vanity and he smiled to himself.

He took his hand forward to touch something, but I immediately smack his hand away.

"Ow." He cried, rubbing his now red hand with a scowl on his face.

"I've told you so many times not to touch my stuff!" I scolded and his expression immediately turned into a frown.

"But Crystal always let's me touch her stuff!" He said in his defense and I sent a nasty glare to him.

"And that's why Crystal always ends up with missing stuff. Besides I'm not Crystal, this isn't her room." I gestured to the room and I see tears forming in his eyes.

"Clearly," He let out a snort while rolling his eyes.

"Come down for breakfast. Mom called." He informed me in a hush tone and walked out of my room.

How utterly rude! Kids these days.

I grabbed my phone, my purse and a leather jacket. I stop at my mirror and take a quick look at my reflection. I smiled as my ocean blue eyes accessed my look and my straight lips bend into a smile.