Paparazzi

Chapter 3

    I awoke to someont walking around in the room. I open my eyes to see a women in a maids outfit picking up my jeans. And putting it in her white backet. Tsking then contuining her work, tip toeing around the bed. I slowly sit up trying not to scare her.Which is all in vain sices I still scared her. She hurridly said good morning and ran out of the roomm befor I could reply. Ops, I guess I need to learn to be more plite in the mornings. I streatched and kicked the blankets off of me.I grab my brush and started brushing my hair. My scalp burt because of all the tangles in my hair. I have dark circles under my eyes. From all the sleepless nights before this bed. I got on my knees and got me a pair of jeans. Then I got myself my grayish blue monster truck shirt. I grab a hair thing and braided my hair. Some hair already was falling out of it. Next I pulled on some socks. I exit the room and gead my way down the stair cas. But I stop at the window to look outside. I seemed to ge still on the second floor. I wish I can open these windows. Though I'm not sure if I'm not aloud to. I don't want to rock the voat quiet yet. Stay on their good side for a while. Guess looking through the window will have to do. So I set my head on the glass. The sky is so blue and calming today. Perfect puffy white clouds moving slowly across the sky. Birds singing and flying by the window. I sigh, then looked down to see a twoo blond teenagers leaning against a limo. Kissing and laughing, seeming obvious to their surroundings. I envy them and I push away from the window. I contued down the stairs, nearly bumping  into another maid. God this place sure is busy in the mornings. Pretty soon I'm down stairs, heading to kitchen. Which is actually like a restraunts kitchen. Biasically I tried to work myself around them. Sometimes angry galres came my way. Finally I made it to the fridge. Grabing some straberries, bagels, and cream cheese. Instead of going back the way I came. I took the door that was in front of me. It led to a huge backyark, that had marbled tables and benches. My jaw drops in aw, cause come on this is an impressive vies. So I grab  the nearest seat and slowly made my way through the strawberries. And my GOD they tasted like heaven. Talk about pleasuring your taste buds in the morning. Everything I tastes makes my mouth explode with falvor. Godsen the rich people are so lucky to get the good stuff.

"Miss, your father would like to see you." said a man in a suit standing by the door.

"Really, um okay but let me clean this up first." I say kind of flustered.

"It's alright Miss, it will be taken care of. Now if you would follow me Miss." he said turning towards another pair of doors.

    I had to run after him to deep up. He's about 6'2, his dark hair getting gray. He is as skinnny as a skeleton. A long sharp nose and his skin looked like he had been ina a tanning bed to long. Crinkles around his eyes as he smiles at the maids. Sharp cold grayis eyes that seem to cut through you. He is one scary man, like a snake ready to attack any moment. His dress shoes are even plished. I can tell right now that he's a suck up. He probably kisses ass wherever he goes. Haha, that's funny though and kind of disturbing for his age. What is he like 40 . . . 38? Okay 38 isn't that old but come on look at him.

"Mr. Coal, Ms. Coal has blessed you with her presents." he said opening the doors for me.

"Thank your Cheevers, that is all for now." my father said dismissing him.

    I choke out a laugh hearing the mans name. What were his parents thingking giving him that name? Cheevers bows and closes the doors gehind him. The only sound in the room now is that erie sound of a piano playing. Dad sets down the papers he was reading and took off his reading glasses. His black hair disordered and free from jel. His shirt wrinkled, the same as his tie. A cup of coffee in hand the other laying flat on the desk.

"Lacey, how do you lite it here so far?" he asked pushing his hair back.

"It's . . . big, roomy really." I answer unsure what to say.

"I can see you feel, what's the word. Oh alienated right now but you'll get used to it. You can really be happy here." he said taking a sip of his coffee.

"Dad how am I ever going to get used to this? I've libed and slept in an crappy appartment room since I was seven. So tell me how I'm suppossed to get usedt to this?" I ask hugging myself feeling even more uncomfrontable.

   He doesn't answer just takes another sip of his coffee. By the way it only makes me irratated. I grab one of his paper weights. Tossing it in the air, waiting for an anwer.

"It takes time honey, you just need to play nice for your mother and I. Along with Chantelle, so you may leave now."he said dismissing me.

   Oh no he didn't dismiss me like he did Cheevers. I'm not some hired help he can booss around. I'm his daughter for gods sake. I slam the paper weight down and left the room. I can feel the tears going down my face. I lean against the wall and slowly slid down the wall. Then hugging my knees to my chest. Wipping the tears off my face. Though the tears won't stop falling. My throat  tight and making it hard to breath. A man about 50 walks by but b acks up when he sees' me. Hids once brown hair is mostly gray. He has warm bron eyes that seem wise. Wearing a suite and a tie, with a silver tray in his hand.

"You okay Miss?" he asked ina warm voice.

"I'm fine, umm you contunue what you're doing." I say my voice catching.

"You don't seem fine to me young lady." he lightly teased me.

   I laugh a little the tears alreay stopping. I smile up at him and slowly got up. Making a show that I was completely fine.

"Hi my name is Lacey. What's your name sir?" Iasked while introducing myself.

"Please to meet you Ms. Lacey. I'm Mr. Tupps but you may call me Tupps." he says offering his hand.

   I shade his hand start walking with him. Asking him about his life. What he did in his youth. Of how he ended up here. He was born in 1961, March 8 th. His mother name was Jane and he never knew his father. He has a younger sister named Margret born the summer of 1981. She is about 30 years old. The youngest is his brother Rubert who was born in 1988 sometime in December. Who is 23 years old now and is medical school. Margret is happily married and has two kids. His mother was born in 1943, a daughter of a marine and sticher. He says he misses his mother terribly. She died 2 years ago, from cancer. He was once married but they got divorced and stayed friends. Tupps is living a very intresting life and I think he's going to be a good friend. He asked where did I live before coming here. I told him Brooklyn, New York. He asked me if the rumors of their fashions were true. I laugh and nodded linking my arm with his. Soon enough we're at his stop. Which turns out to be Iveys' room. He knocks on the door and then enters.

"Telegram, Miss. Ivey, it's from Mr. Drew." he said setting it on her night stand.

     I hear a groan of acknewledgement, and he closes the doors behind him. I cock my eyebrow at him and he laughs. Suddenly another man in a suir and tie comes up holding a silver tray out to me.

"Telegram Miss, it's from your mother." he said.

   I picked up the  envolpe and tanked him. He goes running off. Mom wrote about how much she misses me. Of how empty the house seems without me. Also that she now has a better paying job yesterday. She is now the manager over the restraunt she's been working at for the past three years. Also she met a nice man and they had dinner. His name is Samuel Erks. HE has ocean blue eyes, sandy blond hair. Broad shoulders, big hands, long legs, about 6'2. He's a police officer from the East upper side of New York. He has a nephew who is living with him right now . A sister and a dog named Shelby. A beautiful husky with icy blue eyes. That they'll be getting dinner again in a few hours. I'm happy for my mother, she deserves a man in her life. Someone who will appreacte her beauty and undieing love.