Cheshia Ellenbow, a pretty rich girl, is suddenly cast out of her life under her horrid grandmother when the old woman leaves for a business trip and sends her grand daughter to a friend down in California. Little does Cheshia know, her life is abou...
Cheshia grimaced as her alarm went off. A new day. Fan-fucking-tastic. She pulled herself out of bed before her grandmother had time to get up the stairs and shake her around, the way the old woman did when Cheshia was 20 seconds too slow.
Her feet hit the cold cherry wood floorboards, a slight creak echoing from them as she rested her weight on the ground. Chesha walked slowly to the other side of her room to the bathroom to take a shower. She turned the faucet then sat on the toilet for a few minutes -wasting the water- then moved again. Faster and more aware this time as she shed her blue silk pajamas.
The hot water felt good on her skin, though in the morning the sting of it was almost mutilating. The sharp heat biting into her skin like a pack of small bugs. She stood there taking it in, savoring it for as long as she could manage.
She stepped out of the shower when she'd finally finished, pulling a fluffy white monogrammed towel off the rack next to her. Next came teeth, skin care, and clothes. For clothing she picked out a simple white dress with a row of blue daisies printed around the base, which hung at her ankles. She was not a fan of the length, but it had short sleeves and her grandmother would allow her to walk around in it without a cover up.
The sudden shout of impatience from the lower floor of the house forced her body to pitch out of her room and down the stairs. Cheshia's grandmother was waiting there. A dark expression clouding her face. "You've become slow, child" she said harshly, beckoning to the dining room.
Cheshia hunkered down into her shell for the old woman and followed her. Susan, one of the many household care takers, hurried out of the room when she saw Andromeda and her granddaughter, returning moments later to fill glasses with water.
"We've talked about my trip to Italy for business, but haven't had time to situate you yet. Obviously you can't stay here, I don't trust you enough in my home." Her home, even though Cheshia had lived there since she was eight. "So I'm sending you to Victoria, I decided last night she would be acceptable, since she rehabilitated that boy. I think it will be good for you, and besides, I can give the house service a break as well." She said, standing while Cheshia settled at the large mahogany table.
"Victoria?" Cheshia asked, her brows furrowing, "Is that the tech lady?"
"Yes," Andromeda said, sneering at 'tech lady'. "And maybe I'll leave you there for longer if she works wonders on your wicked behavior." She mumbled under her breath, "If that's even possible." The old woman pressed the sleeves of her blue satin shirt to fix a wrinkle she must have found, then pressed her fingers into the skin of her dark face to fix the lines that lay there.
Cheshia however, was still stunned over the notion that her grandmother might actually leave her with someone else. Sure, Victoria could be awful -that was always a possibility, for anyone- but maybe she was the break Cheshia needed to escape. "Where would I go? As in, where does Victoria live?" She asked, reigning in her excitement, her slender fingers were tight around her glass of water.
"Oh not too far, just down to California, by the coast I think. I'm not going to be taking you so I didn't ask for the exactness of the location." She was now mulling over the coffee machine, before pressing the dulled cappuccino button, the picture worn from use.
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"California..." Cheshia mumbled, looking at her plate as she shifted in her seat, pulling her legs up to sit on her feet when Andromeda left for work, fussing over her tight braided bun. California was actually very far away, by Cheshia's standards anyway. She'd never been able to leave the city without her grandmother's constant company, so even the few states away from Oregon was a big deal for her.
She perked up, picking up her fork and choosing a particularly big strawberry, and began thinking about what she could do to stay as long as possible.
