Love Notes

Chapter 1

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I lay my head on the cold backseat window as I try to remember what Seattle looks like.

The last time I had lived there I was merely 12 years old. I was born there, but my mom left my dad and brought me with her to Canada not even a week after I was born. I then returned when I was 12 and stayed for a year in 6th grade before I left again.

That was years ago. And I'm now an 18 years old moving back from Canada were I have been living the last 6 years of my life and 11 before that to finish my senior year in high school.

I was so lost in thought I hardly noticed when the limo pulled up to my dad's mansion. Yes limo, and yes mansion. My dad is a pretty rich owner of a multi-million dollar company.

I quickly step out of the limo and run into my dad's arms. My curly black hair sprawls all over his shirt as I squeeze the life out of him.

When I'm done killing my father, I step back to get a good look at him.

My father barely looks the age 28 much less the 41 year old he actually is, with his short straight black hair and grey eyes. I've always loved my fathers eyes but inherited more from my mother than him.

The only thing I inherited from my father is his hair color. The rest comes from my mom, including the curly texture of my hair, and my crystal blue eyes. I get my height from her mostly too, where she's a whopping height of 5'1 I actually am a little taller at 5'5. My father stands the tallest at 6'1 beating us all by a lot.

"Look how much you've grown!" my father exclaims holding me by the shoulders.

"Yeah 5'5 and 127 pounds is so much." I reply sarcastically.

He just laughs and guides me to the front door as the butler drags my bags behind us.

As he opens the door and walks us into the house, I'm instantly overtaken by the familiar feeling of awe. The house was just how I remembered it, with big sparkling chandeliers and dark cherry hardwood flooring.

I walk up the floating staircase and head down the hallway down to my bedroom door.

Just as I'm about to walk in, I hear my father yell out, "We're going to the Owens' house tonight for dinner at 7 so be ready!" I quickly check the time and see it's 3:00 so I have plenty of time to unpack and get dressed for the dinner.

I reply with a quick 'Okay' before stepping into my old bedroom.

I always loved my room and It's color scheme. My room consists of the colors red, lavender, baby blue, and black. My bed is a huge four poster with a huge black canopy hanging over the top of it. My sheets are a cherry red while my blanket is black with red, baby blue, and lavender polka dots covering it. My walls are each a different one of those colors with fairy lights going all along the walls.

On the wall opposite of my bed there's a huge flat screen T.V. with my computer desk and sitting under it that has my laptop sitting on it. Next to that there's also a book shelf filled with any book you can imagine.