THE DRESS THAT JENNA AND DARREN WERE TALKING ABOUT! SHE GETS IT AND WEARS IT LATER IN THE STORY! ITS THE LAST ONE--------------------------------------------------------------->
Chapter 8
Jenna’s POV
My eyes opened slowly. I could feel my head and leg throbbing. I groaned and I heard someone laugh. I sat up straight, looking around for the giggler.
“Hey sleeping beauty”, Natalie grinned.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised.
“Eh, I sorta live here”, she said back.
“What! you live here”, I said, taking in my surroundings for the first time.
I was lying on a king size bed in an enormous room. Actually now that I think back it was more like a cavern, it was that big. One wall had silver and black wallpaper in a sort of flowered design, all the rest of the walls were black. It had one huge bay window that opened out onto a balcony, billowy drapes hung against it. There was a huge black wardrobe and a black dressing table. There were several other bits and pieces around the room as well including a beautiful silver screen. There was a photograph on one of the black walls.
It intrigued. I had to see what Natalie’s family looked like. I slipped out of bed.
“Careful, your foot is tender”, Natalie said.
“I good”, I said, steadying my self. My foot hurt but I could bare it. Something was telling me to look at that picture.
I limped over to the photo, taking it easy. I could feel Natalie’s eyes on my back as I reached the wall.
The photo was taken just outside the house and it seemed to be a family portrait. It was in black and white but there was no mistaking the person standing next to Natalie.
“Ross”, I breathed.
“Yeah, that’s him alright”, she said.
“And that’s the rest of your family?” I asked.
“Yeah, you’ll probably meet them sometime today, I mean, this is our house”.
I spun around to face her.
“This is your house”, I said slowly.
“Yep”, she said, popping the P.
I looked around myself incredulously.
“But….. it’s so big!” I said, eyes wide.
“Yes, it is, and your point”, she said grinning.
“Well, I’ve never had a friend who was so……. rich!” I said.
She laughed, but not happily. I looked at her. She seemed far away, then she turned to me.
“You’re the first proper friend I’ve ever had”, she said quietly, sitting down on the bed.
I stared at her. Was she serious?
“But what about all those girls sitting at the lunch table”, I asked.
She laughed again.
“They only bare me because I’m Ross’s sister,” she answered not facing me now, “ They only hang around with me because they think they can get with Ross if they do”.
I started to protest.
“That’s not true-”
“I’ve heard the things they’ve said about me ok”, she said spinning around again, fire in her eyes.
