**VANESSA POV**
I get out of the car and slam the door shut as my driver hands me my bags. My mom and I have just recently moved to Miami Florida. I haven't even been here an hour and I already hate it.
It's too hot, too crowded, and too annoying. My mom is the CEO of a business she founded herself so we're rich. But you know I don't really like that rich kid style. I'm more into surfing, smoking, sex, you know all the tippical rebellious teenager bullshit.
I make my way inside of our new house, well I would call it a house you could call it a mansion. I walk in and set my bags down to readjust my bracelets. "Hon your room in the east wing, Tom will show you." My mom says and points to a tall muscular man behind me.
Tom picks up my bags and I follow him to an elevator and we step in.
Soon enough we reach the second floor and we step out. He leads me to a door and opens it.
Inside I swear huge California king ,bed, and two doors, one to a bathroom and one into a closet.
Tom drops my bags by a couch and leaves closing the door behind him. Not gonna lie I like this room, it doesn't fully match my aesthetic but it will do.
I sit on the bed and take off my heels. I really hate those things, but we went to breakfast with some of my mom's friends in Colorado so I had to wear something fancy.
I open one of the bags and grab some black jeans, a cropped T-shirt, and a leather jacket. I put it all on and put my hair in a ponytail.
I go downstairs to see my mom hanging up a painting. "Mom." I say and catch her attention. "Yes hon?" She walks over to me. "Am I gonna like, go to school?" I ask and cross my arms. "Yes of course, but unfortunately I couldn't find a private school in this school zone so you'll have to go to a public school, it starts tomorrow so I get ready for bed it's getting late." She kisses my forehead and I walk away to the elevator and back to my room.
I really hate it here.
A/N hey guys! How was the first chapter? Don't forget to comment and vote!