Prologue
"Leslie! Get down here now!" I yell at my sister. "What do you want Tris?" She yells. "I want your butt down here. I told you to clean up your mess yesterday, yet the poolside is still full of trash and dirty towels." I say to her sternly. She wasn't one to really clean or cook, or do anything really.
"But i have a date in an hour! Can't you do it for me? I actually have a busy life, and you don't so please?"
She asks with a puppy dog look on her pretty little face. "Ugh fine. You are lucky i have no social life." I say getting a trash bag. "You could have one if you tried." She simply states and saunters off to her bedroom down the long, hotel-like hall way.
One hour later her date isn't even here. I am not happy with my lovely little step-sister at the moment. "Lee you said he was gonna be here by now. Yet you have been ready for twenty minutes, but you still made me clean up your mess." I state looking at her with annoyance written all over my face. "Well i didn't know he wasn't gonna be here yet, and i figured i would take longer to get ready." She simply states shrugging her shoulders. Ugh. She makes me so mad sometimes. I roll my eyes at her and go into the family room and sit on our long couch. Its really long. Like
35 feet long. We have a huge house. It's basically a miniature mansion. My parents are very hard-working people so we have a lot of money. My mother is a director for some of the greatest movies, and my father, well step-father is an author. They both work in New York. I live with just my sister because since i am 18 we can live alone and it's easier for moms and David's (my step-father) jobs. My dad died when I was 16. My parents were divorced though, so my mom was already dating David at the time. My parents just weren't meant to me I suppose. I don't really know what love is. I've never had a boyfriend. I kissed this guy Brandon when i was 17, but he ended up saying i was a horrible kisser and stopped talking to me. He makes fun of me with all his friends now. It's hurtful, but i guessing deserve it.
As I was lost in my thoughts i didn't even realize that the door bell was ringing. I quickly ran through our large house and got to the door. I opened it seeing a face i never expected. " Brandon?"
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Okay so i typed this on my iPhone so id there is mistakes i apologize. Enjoy?(:
-b
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