Young, Dumb, and Filthy Rich | LRH

1. Supreme

ISLA

I rolled around on the soft silk sheets that covered my mattress, the sounds of rushed knocking slowly waking me. I yawned while answering, my voice being drowned out until I squeaked the tiniest bit at the end. "Who is it?"

My mom's voice sounded on the other side of the door as it creaked open. "What do you want for breakfast? The chef's prepping the kitchen now." She rushed, seeming to have a million better things to be doing rather than asking my food preference.

It was a rarity for her to be home the mornings before school, same with my dad. They always seemed to have things to do now, as neither of them felt like they needed to work. Whether it be golfing, or fishing, or going on ski vacations during the weekend without me, they always had something to do.

"Eggs are fine." I mumbled, pulling my comforter to cover the bottom half of my face as I snuggled back into my silk sheets. I argued with my mom about the silk, claiming it was tacky and not worth the money, but she won. I stopped arguing after my first night's sleep on them, though. "Sunny side up or scrambled?" She asked further, earning an inaudible groan from me. She knew I hated scrambled eggs, because every single time she's asked I've said the same thing. "Sunny side up." I finally told her after cooling my anger a bit.

My mom didn't say anything else, she just disappeared after lightly clicking my door closed. It was difficult to not lose my temper with her, especially when she so easily lost hers with me, but I really did try. Proof of that effort being my lack of evident frustration with her just then. I tried to keep a positive outlook even after the last few years, but that burden was starting to weigh heavily on my shoulders. I traded one evil for another, and although having a chef to cook my every meal was convenient, I missed how things used to be.

I groaned to myself when I reached blindly for my phone, my hand repeatedly hitting against my nightstand before finally landing on it. When I peered over and saw that it was 6:48 AM, I groaned again. My alarm was set to go off in a half hour or so, but I knew I wouldn't be able to fall asleep. I threw my comforter off of me with a huff and trudged over to my bathroom to shower.

Whenever my mom woke me up before school, I found myself in a sour mood for the rest of the day. I wallowed in that sourness as shampoo suds cascaded down the sides of my face and neck, my mind endlessly stuck on the thought of going to school. My parents decided to use their new found wealth to buy a mansion, which was where we stayed the last couple of years, but this was the first school year I'd be spending in the even grander mansion they had built in that time.

With a new house in a different city came a new school. Thankfully I won the argument about which school, since they tried desperately to get me on board with a private high school. I wanted nothing to do with that, so they finally caved and let me spend my senior year in the public high school. I didn't see a problem with it, even though they fought tooth and nail to keep me away from a school filled with "peasants". I wish I was kidding, but they actually used that word.

I grabbed my towel and dried off, making sure to ring out my dirty blond hair before getting dressed. My mom had my bathroom stocked to the brim with anything a girl could possibly need, but I stuck to my usual routine and ignored most of the items. I didn't blow dry my hair, really ever, so I combed it out and let it air dry while I did my makeup. I jumped down the stairs with a light blue pair of mom jeans on, some conservative rips down each leg. I threw on a plain black cropped tank top and covered it with a cropped cardigan, my hands instinctually pulling the covering closed as I walked into the kitchen.

Our new chef, who I'd become quite friendly with over the last few weeks of living here, had a plate with eggs, bacon, and hash browns sitting on the kitchen island. "Thanks, Shelly." I smiled sheepishly at her as I sat down, my eyes scanning the first floor to find no sign of my parents. "Did they leave?" I asked hesitantly, watching as Shelly forced a tight smile. "Yeah, they just walked out." She said quietly, giving me a sympathetic look.