i'm his bodyguard!

i'm his bodyguard! oww yeah!!!!

hi i'm new on wattpad and this is my first story!!!! i really liked writing it so i hope you like it! by the way i'm not english or american so my grammar sucks. please tell me what my mistakes are so i can learn from it :D have fun!!

love C.

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7:15 am. the fiery red numbers on my alarm clock told me a new day had come. A new day, I sighed.                                                                                                                         

 I stayed ‘till 7:30 in bed. I would’ve stayed in bed longer if our maid, Olive, hadn’t yelled that I had to get up. I knew that after me she would go to wake up my little sister, Jane, and she would definitely wake her up with warm bread and tea, so I told her to go and get my cat, Mouse. I had some reasons why I wanted her to do that.

 A:  because my sister would have cold bread and tea, I really liked that idea,

 and B: because I really didn’t want to see my parents and their ‘I wish she was more like her sister, attitude’ when I would go and get Mouse. Somehow my parents always seemed to pop up wherever I went in the mansion.

I got to the bathroom and took a quick shower. The smell of my shampoo filling the whole bathroom. I loved the smell of vanilla. I got out of the shower and picked one of the white fluffy towels underneath a white mirror, that doesn’t say a lot though, after all, there were mirrors every were in our huge bathroom and everything was white. Just for fun I started to play a game with myself: find another color than white in the bathroom. I found a few grey things but well about everything was white.  I was completely dry after my little game so I smashed the towel in a basket. It went straight in and I did a little dance to celebrate my little victory.  I put some easy clothes on, my favorite sweatpants and a big purple hoodie with a pair of black converse to finish the look.

 While getting dressed I  prepared myself for the scolding I would probably get from our personal stylist Sarah about what the heiress of the "Smith household" should wear. She repeated her speech every single morning without growing tired of it, it was almost fascinating how she could use the exact same words each time she yelled at me, like she read them from a piece of paper, well at least it would have been fascinating, if it wasn’t so irritating.

I pulled my brush trough my black too long and too curly hair, it hang now under my lower back, and made a high ponytail. I hated to show others how perfectly cut my hair was, in my eyes that would be like saying: look how spoiled I am!!!

 My parents were rich, no not just rich, they were like  rich rich. And ever since my older sister ran away I was the heiress of this enormous house. And yes I would get all the money plus my parents’ company, Smith & co. as soon as my parents die. And nope I was not happy with it. That kinda explains why we have maids, a personal stylist and why I’ve got one of those expensive haircuts done by some famous hairdresser. Not like I cared. Oh and by the way we have 150 servants: 20 gardeners, 2 chef cooks (one for breakfast and one for dinner) a personal stylist and her 20 "companions" well you can sort of imagine the rest.

I wish my sister took me with her when she ran away, that life would be so much better. And I probably would have ran away long ago if my aunt wasn’t there.

 Aunt Kate was a women in her mid-thirties with blond short hair and light green eyes who loved teasing people more than anything. And teasing my father, her older brother, was absolutely her specialty. Every time she came something fun and crazy would happen!