SOPHIA:
We arrive at our new house and holy shit, are we rich? Maybe dad put the wrong directions into the gps or something?
the long ass drive way is filled with four U-Haul's and soulless strangers carrying boxes and furniture in and out of our new house.
Well I think it's our new house.
As my dad pulled in he punched in the four digit passcode and the huge white gate opened.
Oh.
It is the right house I guess...
On our way in I saw Li lis white Audi and Dans black hellcat parked on the side walk.
Ou, li lil girl needs to work on her parking. Yikes.
They both acquired these fine pieces of death machines on their 17th birthdays.
Cars, death machines, same thing.
I have yet to turn 17 but as soon as I do, best believe imma have my very own custom made death machine motorcycle.
If I even live that long. Just kidding. Ha.
Looking at the driveway seeing my dad's royal blue Ducati, I can picture my motorcycle, parked right beside it.
Just like I can already picture my dead body on the high way with road rash and a broken hip.
Laying there soundless and soulless.
Omg Sophie don't start now.
In all honesty if they don't buy me that motorcycle I'll get it myself.
Some way or another. Yeah.
I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows another guy, that knows THE guy.
The parents failed to mention that our house is secluded and that we are neighbors with gazillioners.
I say that to be dramatic a bit, but also because the size of their houses are almost too big.
Geez Louise.
I look behind me and I see a gigantic beautiful
Victorian almost classic white house across the street.
It has a big black gate protecting that fucking palace from my kickass super mind power capability's.
Shh dont tell anyone about my powers or I'll stab you.
The black gate has vines coming out the top and different colored tulips planted around the perimeter of the gate.
I look past the jail cell gates and see—are you fucking kidding..
It has not 3 not 4 but 5 balconies.
My goodness.
How much fucking money do these people have?
How much money do my parents have?, I think to myself as I turn back around in my seat.
I grab the back of my neck feeling a type of discomfort.
Jeez I nearly twisted my fucking neck.
I use to live in Storybook but never in these areas, our old house- that I wish to not think about right now-, was nice but it was average.
Dan and Lilah were always pretty well off so they lived in nice areas.
They actually remained living in the same homes.
They never moved. They never ran. They never left.
The way I did.
Their lovely homes. Full of painfully beautiful memories.
I tried to forget all about it but from what I remember their houses were beautiful. Their houses were big, and surrounded by flowers, white picket fences and trees.
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Roman d'amour-sneak peak- A silent moment falls between us and he stares at me intensely like a freakin weirdo. I trace his jawline with my eyes, I look to his pretty mouth, his pretty pink plumped lips and then make eye contact with his pretty blue eyes. He u...
