Pandora's POV
I'm Pandora Wilson, daughter of the esteemed Robert Wilson. My dad is one of the world's most powerful entrepreneurs/businessman. In case you still haven't figured it out, my dad is the CEO of Wilson, the famous international mogul in the jewelry industry.
As you can guess, my family and I live a life of luxury. Our beach mansion in Miami is proof of that. My parents suggested moving to Miami after observing my absolute attraction to the sea.
Every time we have a beach day together as a family, I have always loved to immerse myself in the cool waters of the sea. I can't explain the feeling of pure bliss I experience whenever I'm in the water. It's always as if my whole body is absolutely at home in the sea, moving ten times more gracefully in the water than I could ever move on land. Whenever we had to head back home, I never seized to find an excuse to stay just a little longer.
The sea was -and still is- my greatest companion. As a result, my parents decided to move to a beach house in Miami - our current home.
I am rudely awakened by my alarm. I groan in my sleepy state. I reach over to my phone on the nightstand and shut the alarm off. As I do this, I catch my reflection in the mirror. You would think that because I have enough money for hair stylists of my own, my hair would be perfect most of the time. Well, not in the mornings.
My hair is a complete mess. Hairs sticking out at awkward angles, and I also notice a small trail of dried up drool starting from my mouth and ending towards my chin. My eyes are puffy from just waking up.
Yeah, I am never a pretty sight in the morning. Sighing, I kick off my duvet and get out of bed. I drag my feet towards my on-suite bathroom while stretching and yawning at the same time.
Most girls my age would fuss over their makeup and make sure they look like a million dollars before leaving home. Honestly, I'm guilty of that too. I don't think it's because of my personal passion for fashion or beauty, but more of my reputation and image.
Being the daughter of a major jewelry mogul, I have to keep up my family's reputation. Ergo, it is a must for me to look nothing less than perfect before even thinking of going out.
I quickly shower and brush my teeth. Wrapping a thick towel around my body and then another smaller towel around my wet hair, I leave the bathroom and saunter into my walk-in wardrobe.
I glance at the wall clock in my wardrobe and realize I have a little over an hour to get ready and leave for school if I did not want to be late. I hurriedly pick out a striped tie-font cropped top, black scuba floral print skater skirt, my favorite pair of white high top converse, and paired it all with an Emma Fringe leather messenger bag. After I get dressed, I blow dry my hair and quickly tie it into a neat braided ponytail.
By the time I am done getting ready, I still have about 10 more minutes till I have to leave for school. I walk down the stairs into the kitchen and am immediately hit by the sweet aroma of pancakes.
"Oh my god, Maria! Thank you for the great pancakes," I moan as I bite into the heavenly pancake with syrup drizzled on top. Maria, our family's beloved cook, has been cooking for our family for as long as I can remember. She never seizes to outdo herself with every single dish she conjures up. My parents especially appreciate her cooking when they hold major business meetings or parties in our house.
"Why, you're welcome Miss Wilson," Maria chuckles.
Just as I am about to finish up the three pancakes, I hear a car honk. I quickly guzzle down my glass of orange juice and head out to meet Morgan and Aria.
"Hey, Pandora!" Morgan and Aria greet me in their usual weird unison.
Morgan Cameron and Aria Stern are two of my best friends. Believe it or not, we've been together since first grade and now we were juniors in high school.
"Good morning, weirdos. Where's Blake today?" I question both of them. Blake is another one of my best friends, and she also usually goes to school in Morgan's car.
"Oh, um, s-she called me and said, um she wouldn't be coming to school today," Aria stutters out after Morgan elbows her side.
"Hmmmmm, that's strange. She never misses the first day of school. Are you guys sure?" I ask skeptically.
"Yeah, we're sure," Morgan and Aria chirp together, nodding their heads vigorously.
"Okay, alright then. Now, Morgan step on it. We have to reach school in, like, 5 minutes!" I order Morgan.
"Jeez, woman. Demanding much?" Morgan responds sarcastically, with Aria giggling softly.
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Heyyy guys! Sorry for the late upload :( I had way too many ideas and had to organise all my ideas carefully to come up with this chapter. The picture attached is of Pandora's outfit .Once again, remember to leave any criticism in the comments ;)
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