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Emelia walked out of the driveway and started walking onto the steps of the entrance of her father's large and luxurious estate, after another party thrown by a pupil of St Paul's Independant High School Of London, Bradley Davies.
Scrambling for her keys in her handbag, she unlocked the glossy wooden doors of her home and sloppily took her heels off, while stumbling towards the grand staircase filling the foyer. When she finally got to her bedroom she plopped on her king sized, soft bed, not bothering to the her makeup off or get changed, and went to sleep.
*The Next Morning* (1st Person)
I woke up, with a pounding headache, from the mix of a slight hangover and the loud shouting of my dad downstairs. Groaning, I shoved a pillow over my face and ears, muffling the noise.
Wait...MY DAD?
I quickly sat up throwing the pillow across my room. My newfound adrenaline brought me out of my bed and I walked to the top of the staircase, peeking out to see if I could spot my father.
Low and behold, there he was standing right bang in the foyer in his usual authorative stance. I watched as he shouted at them, his voice bouncing off the walls around me. I carried on watching, contemplating whether to stay upstairs or reunite with
before going downstairs to see my dad yelling at a staff member of our household. Rolling my eyes I walked down the last few steps, "Dad?" I asked, though it was more of a statement, but he either didn't hear me or was ignoring me. "Dad!" I said raising my voice so he could hear me better. He stopped talking then and slowly turned around, meeting my eyes, a bit of disappointment flashing in his face. "Emelia," he said exhaling deeply, "come with me." He demanded. With a questioning look on my face, I obeyed. He led me to one of the living rooms and signalled for me to sit on one of the leather couches, before sitting on the opposite one, facing me. "So," he started a sting in himself on the sofa, "You are probably wondering why I'm back from my business trip, and my answer to that is that there is much more important business going on here." He told me with seriousness in his voice.
"I don't understand." I said with a confused expression on my face. "It's regarding you, Emelia." He said.
"What do you mean?" "I have been told by many sources of the habits you have-" he started , "Sources?" I laughed in disbelief, "What are you talking about?",
"Well if you let me finish then you will know!" He started angrily, I leaned back against the couch, crossing my arms and exhaling deeply in annoyance. "What I'm talking about is your habits. Going out, partying so much! Probably doing drugs, getting yourself drunk and doing God knows what else!" He shouted, "It's disappointing! This is not how I raised you!"
"First of all, you didn't raise me at all so you don't know anything!" I said, anger soaring through me, "And second of all, I am 16, almost 17, so i think you are a little late to be a father and stop my oh so horrible habits!" I shouted, lacing my words with sarcasm.
He looked at me, shaking his head in disbelief, "Okay, it is decided, your going to Scotland." He told me standing up.
"What?" I said, eyes wide.
"Your going to Kingston Boarding School in Scotland." He said simply as if living in a different country suddenly is an everyday thing. "There you can act like a 16 year old girl should."
So that's how it started.
Author's note:
Hello! I just wanted to say thank you for reading. This is my first chapter so I know that my writing's not great, so let me know what I could improve as I am a beginner! If enough people enjoy this book after a few chapters I will carry on, it's just a matter of school work etc.
Anyway let me know how you feel about the book so far, I know it was short but yk.
