Lotus
Sitting in my SkyHigh Apartment living room, looking over the city and the Pacific, I watch the waves. Of course, from this high, I can't see them exactly, but I can see them... kind of. Just the white tips of them and the shoreline changing positions every second.
The glass walls of the apartment are flawlessly clean, no fingerprints, no smudges, nothing. I don't even know how, someone probably cleans them every second and I don't see them, or we're just a very clean family.
A hear a door open, and my mother walks in with her briefcase and sets it down on the kitchen Island, sighing. She looks down at it for a second, as if she's expecting it to do something, we both know it wont, but who knows.
I stand up, clearing my throat to get her attention. She looks at me expectantly and snaps out of her daze. "Oh, hello, Lotus," she says, walking over to me. Her high heels clicking against the floor, making a loud sound against the marble tiles. "How are you? We haven't talked all day."
I nod, looking down. "I'm okay," I reply blatantly. "I've just been hanging around here all day."
She nods. "Did anyone stop by?" She asks, turning away and walking towards the kitchen.
I do that pout-frown face that everyone does when they're saying no. "No," I breathe. "No one came."
"Odd," she opens her briefcase and picks up an envelope. "I was expecting someone to come drop something off."
I furrow my eyebrows. "Huh," I tilt my head. "Maybe they'll come later today? It's only 6 PM."
She nods once, and opens her envelope suddenly. Once opened, she opens the page fast, and reads in anxiously. She then folds it back up and slips it back into the opened envelope and walks past me. "I'm going to go put this in my office."
I nod, and look behind for a second, seeing when she's gone, then I walk over to her briefcase. Scavenging through, I find a bunch of legal Government papers - if I haven't mentioned, my mom's an Owner of a massive Engineering company that has pretty much dominated the world. My Dad on the other hand is one of the Head Senators, which are one step under President. So he's almost there.
My brother, who's four years older than me is in Medical School at Stanford, he's studying to be a Brain Surgeon. I belong to the most Elite Circles, the super rich, the 1%. Am I happy? No. Not really. Do I sometimes enjoy the wealth? Yes. Do I hate the wealth? No. Do I wish I was a normal Middle Class teen? Sometimes. But it doesn't matter, because I will always be rich. Once rich, always rich. That's what my parents always say.
After looking through the whole thing, I give up and turn around, looking at the Pacific once again.
A/N: This story is at least 100 years in the future.
