Uncovering Secrets

the start of my future(chapter 1)

Alexandria's Pov:

"Alexandria, get out of bed right now and make us breakfast! And pack our suitcases!" my foster mother screamed, jolting me awake. I sighed and headed downstairs, only to find my stepmother still in her pajamas, glaring at me because I was two minutes late in making breakfast. "Don't worry, I've got it. I'm sorry I was late. It won't happen again," I said, rolling my eyes when she couldn't see. Otherwise, I'd be punished. She sighed contentedly. "Yeah, you better not do it again. Next time, set an alarm," she sniped as she walked past me to get her Styrofoam cup that she had delivered since I was late. Plus, they always do it when they go on big trips. She then sat at the table, writing a list of chores for me to do, as always. They all don't like me, they never did. They just wanted the money I came with until I was 18, then they would make me pay rent and be their maid.

As I finished breakfast, my stepsisters came running downstairs, almost making me trip, and they started to laugh when I almost fell. I sighed. Just for today, Lexie, then we can leave for good once we get back an email saying I can be an assistant to a major fashion designer, I thought to myself as I set the table and ran upstairs to pack their suitcases. I saw a note on my stepsister's bags. "Don't forget to pack my best bikinis or else I'll tell mother," it read. I sighed and packed all their belongings and headed to pack my foster parents' suitcase. Then I heard, "Alright girls, go get ready. We're going to leave right now. The limo is waiting for us outside." The girls came rushing up the stairs, almost making me fall once more as I headed downstairs to collect the list I'm sure is going to be long, as always. "Here's a list of everything that needs to be done, and if it's not done by the time we're back, I will take away your belongings and ground you for three weeks. Are we clear, Alexandria?" my foster mother smirked at me as I nodded my head lightly, replying, "Yes, I hear you," hiding my grin, knowing that if I don't get this job of a lifetime, I might just have to be homeless or try and live with my brother who is currently on the road. Yes, he's famous. He's also older than me. He's 21, and his name is Joshua, but I call him Joshie, and I'm the only one that's allowed to call him that.

As my foster mother and father, along with my foster sisters, which are three of them, all still in school but they're all in high school because they're triplets. Yeah, they do cheerleading as well and stuff, but I couldn't care less. I don't go to school anymore because I graduated already. Yeah, at the age of 17, I graduated. I then looked out the window to see if they were finally gone before I jumped up and down in excitement because they were finally gone. I rushed to wash the dishes because I don't want animals in this house or bugs either because I still have to live here until I can find out if I'm accepted to be the assistant. I then walked up the stairs after making sure the door was locked and headed to the attic where I lived, at least while my brother is here. Yeah, he has no idea how I'm treated, and the reason is that if he knew, then the money would be gone, and he would be gone, of course. Plus, they make sure that I don't tell him by threatening me. I walked into my room and grabbed my computer, logging into the portal where I signed up, kind of like a college app thing, to see if I'm accepted or not since I think it's about to be posted if I got the job. And if I did get the job, then I'd really leave since I'm almost 18, which is tomorrow, and my family has no idea of my plans. They all think, "Well, she's poor. She has nowhere to go, and she won't tell her brother about all the things we do to her, so we will just make sure she suffers until she moves out and is homeless," in their words. But I want to prove them wrong because they're always saying I'm a nobody and I will never get as far as my brother since I'm adopted and all I am good for is cleaning the house and stuff. But I want to prove them wrong because if I don't get this...

If I don't get this job, I have no idea what I'm going to do. I search the portal to find the results and finally found it. "Click here to find the decision to your job application," I read the words and grew nervous. What if they are right? What if I will never be anybody? I keep telling myself many things before I finally sigh. "You gotta do this, Lexie, not only for you but to prove you can do things. Heck, you went to fashion school after graduation, barely going if it wasn't for my brother saying he would pay for me to go to fashion school," I tell myself before I finally clicked it. I read the letter as stated and my eyes started to pour tears as I read the letter.