The house was empty. Dad was obviously at Shirley's, as usual. I say obviously, but Starbucks was always second on the list if Shirley and dad had been rowing. I sat there in silence, wasting my precious time doing absolutely nothing...
The door slammed open, discovering a hunched old man holding bags of Gucci and Louis Vuitton. I looked surprised.
"No Starbucks?" I snatched the bags of him taking a quick peak inside.
He nodded, closing the door, flopping his coat on the floor. He sat on the opposite white, leather sofa, staring into space, the same as I.
I sighed, looking round our glamorous, yet bare, spacious living room.
A little maid came in, wearing a tradisional french maid outfit. "Tea, Sir?" She smiled.
He nodded abruptly. "Elliot?"
"Oh. Uh. No thanks." I gestured my hands quickly.
I sighed once more, staring into space again.
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Hey Million Dollar Baby
Teen FictionElliot Kathandrele has been a snob all her life. She's popular, has good grades and most importantly, she has everything that most people could only receive in theirs dreams. Elliot's rich daddy spoils her rotten. So when he is rushed into hospital...
