The Billionaires Club

Chapter 2

Lilliana's POV

You know that ominous feeling you get when you know something bad is about to happen? That's the feeling I woke up too and let me tell you.

It was not something I enjoyed.

I must have looked crazy as I cautiously stepped out of bed and tip toed around my own room. Looking at my clock it was only 5:40. Great. I was supposed to wake up at 6 but its close enough.

As I went to take a shower, I checked to make sure no one was around the curtain. I know that sounds crazy but its always good to check the curtain. What if someone who was thinking about killing you was hiding in there? Maybe you could persuade them into stabbing a piece of stake for dinner instead of stabbing you.

I shook my head to rid my mind of those crazy thoughts. I stepped into the shower and let the surge of water help me to relax. Today was my big test in economics and I had to focus.

Mr.Josten, my econ teacher, was one of a kind. He had one long braid of hair, always wore his favorite college collared shirt, and had an extremely laid back attitude, until you owed him J money.

Mr.Josten always knew who didnt study for test so he started his J money plan. If you answered a question wrong in his class, you had to pay him J money. If you ran out, you were forced to sit out side until you could pay to get back inside. The only way to get J money was to do well on test like this one.

Currently I was ranked 2nd in the class next to Michael Ingredson who had a total of $453 in J money. He made my $146 look like chump chang. He could fail every test for the entire year and still have enough J money to boost his grade back to an A.

I sighed and continued to wash my body with my rough purple loofa. After I shaved, washed my hair and my face I turned off the water and stepped out. My towel was so comfy as I wrapped it around my self, I almost forgot about that ominous feeling I had earlier.

Since it was early November I picked a cute and warm outfit for today. A black beanie, maroon sweater, black skater skirt, maroon tights and my edgy black boots. I decided to leave my hair to dry naturally which was slightly wavy but mostly straight and down to my lower back. After putting on my clothes, I put a light amount of makeup on my face (concealer, mascara, tinted chap stick). Once I was done I looked my self over once in my floor length mirror, grabbed my school ID scan bracelet off of my shelf and unplugged my IPhone 6 from the charger. My blue eyes started to reminded me of my mother and I had to look away before I got to caught up. 

I looked over at my clock and saw that it was only 6:40. School didn't start until 7:30 so I had time until the "Morning Express" came. If you ask me it was nothing more than a school bus with a few coats of white paint and tinted windows. 

Never the less, these are the moments that make me thankful that I'm an early riser.

I heard Silva making breakfast in the kitchen when I was walking down the stairs. I stopped right in front of the island and sat on a white leather barstool. I started going through instagram and twitter on my phone to pass the time until the food was ready. She must have heard me coming down because she turned to plop an already prepared plate of delicious veggie omelet in front of me.

"Yum! Thank you Silvie!" I grabbed the fork by the plate and dug in. I realized that I called her by a nickname that I haven't used in years.

I didn't notice that she didn't turn back around until I lifted my head to look at her through my lashes. I knew this was about last night not the nickname. I sighed again.

Hmmm I seem to be doing that a lot today

"Silvia I'm fine you don't have to worry about last night. I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm not going to stay up waiting for mommy and daddy to call."

"Okay if you say so but it isn't such a bad thing to express some of that anger instead of holding it in. We all thought you had reached you're breaking point last night. You haven't had an outburst like that for about 5 years."  The look she was giving made me want to run away and cry for my parents all over again.

Silvia has always been such a sweet woman to me. When I first came to Arizona, Bernard, Margret and herself already had a house up in Anthem.  They welcomed me with open arms and since Margret and I were the same age we hit it off great. I loved the heat and the great hiking trails, I even planted my own cactus named Willie. The only problem was that at 8 years old, I didn't realize how much I would miss my family. I would stay up all night by the phone  in the living room waiting for one of them to call. Obviously no one ever did so either a guard would pick me up and carry me back to my room or Silvia would let me sleep on the couch in the living room. I finally realized that no one was going to call and stopped staying up when I was 12.

"I don't know why I freaked out like I did. Maybe I finally thought that after all these years my parents would actually care enough to say hi or something since they haven't in 9 years. It just looked like they made such an effort for my birthday this year so I thought things could be different..... but now it's over so there's nothing to worry about." I finished the last of my veggie omelet and put my plate down in the sink.

"Thank you for the food, it was lovely as always" I said and threw a smile over my shoulder as I walked to my seat.

She didn't respond except for a worry-filled smile and a nod before she went to the sink to start cleaning the dishes.

I grabbed my phone again and waited for my best friend to grace us with her presence. It was about 7 when I heard Margret running down the stairs. Her extremely curly hair was straightened and flowing behind her. She was rocking some gray skinny jeans, her black and sliver "got love" long sleeve shirt and her favorite black uggs. The outfit she picked out (probably as she was running late again) looked nice on her.

"Good morning everyone!" Her light brown eyes glowed with excitement as she heard the bus pull up outside. She had made it on time.

"For once" I couldn't help the grin that became plastered on my face.

We picked up our back packs from in front of the door and shouted our goodbyes to Silvia as we ran out the door and toward the bus.