Don't you just love goodbyes? I do. Well, now I do. I used to have the life everybody wished for. I was an 8th grader at a public middle school in south California. We lived right along a private beach that we, for the most part, owned. My parents were rich. They were always flying somewhere new. Milan, Paris, Aspan, a new place every month. My older sister, Tori and I had become too close. She practically raised me. She would take my friends and I anywhere. Even to her surprize party. She got the surpize. Just not the one I had wanted her to get. A driver. She had been texting so before you say my sister deserved it listen to my side of the story.
I was born exactly three years after my sister. Same day-July 16th. Since then we have been inseparable. Our parents - Danny and Mary- are never home so we have a nanny, Katy. Its not that she isn't nice. Dont get me wrong she is. She just tries too hard. Once I turned five, we gave her the boot. Well, Tori and I told her to stay away and our parents would keep paying her. "How will you eat?" Katy asked with a quizzical look. "We have a personal chef." Tori said. "Whatta bout getting places?" the way Katy tried so hard to get us to keep her made me want to puke. "Cab or limo." Oh, how I love Tori. Katy looked at us like she had been betrayed. All she could do,and did, was walk away.
