Seperate Directions (One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

  Rebecka Sweet P.O.V

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     I let out a groan as my alarm woke me from a dead sleep.  Hitting the top of the machine with my hand, shutting it off, I leaned my back into my pillow.  On any other occasion, I would already be up and ready to go.  Who wouldn't when they have the sweetest boyfriend in the world?

   Today though, was different.  Today, I got the honors of shopping with Mia.  Yay.  Liam had pushed me to go shopping with her after I ripped the head off of her precious teddy bear.  She is such a child. I could just rip her off and throw it in the lake next time. After making up multiple death scenes for Mia, I finally got out of bed and dragged myself to my closet. I felt like a zombie.

   I pulled out my 'Olympics 2012' tee I had gotten, and a pair of jeans.  Slipping them on, I leaned down to the floor of the closet.  I looked through my huge selection of heels and boots I had brought with me.  There were dozens of Toms and Keds thrown in as well.  Leaning even farther into the closet, I finally located where I kept my converse.  I quickly grabbed a British inspired pair, and went into the bathroom.

     I was nearly finished curling my hair, when my phone went off.  I rolled my eyes as I read the caller I.D.  I pressed the 'ignore' button with the tip of my newly manicured nail.  I turned off the iron and grabbed the hairspray.  Once I was finished, I made my way out into the kitchen, tiptoeing so I wouldn't wake up Autumn.   I opened the fridge, grabbing a bagel and popping it into the toaster.

   I sat down at the table and took a bite of my breakfast.  I was nearly finished when my eyes drifted to the envelope sitting on the other side.   I reached over and carefully picked it up, sighing as I did so. 

   "Dear Miss. Rebecka Sweet,

        Due to the tragic death of Ms. Delainia Jones, we are pleased to inform you, you have a place in her will.  Delainia leaves behind all of her Olympic Medals and trophies in your care.  As well as the leotards she wore in her time at the Olympics.

      Delainia additionally leaves behind her studio in your care.  Delainia leaves this in your care as she states you are like a daughter to her as she said in this statement;

     "I leave my precious studio in the care of Rebecka Sweet.  The young girl who I have watched grow in the years.  I trust that she will enjoy working at this studio and helping young girls live their dream.  Just like I have for the past thirty-five years.  I also would like Rebecka to know, how much I care about her.  Her go get them attitude and her big dreams are what pushed me to want her in my studio.  I hope that she will enjoy this responsibility."

    I looked up from the letter and groaned.  I had read this dozens of times and still didn't know what to do.  The studio was in Chicago.  I'm in London.  I know that she was counting on me to do this, but I don't want to do this.  I had received the letter two weeks ago, and had no idea what to do with it since.

     I was throwing my paper plate away when the door flew open.  There, in a Chanel dress, holding a prada bag, and wearing Gucci heels, was Mia Galloway.   "Hello lovely!"  She smiled, scooting upward, her feet not coming off the ground. 

     "Hey," I waved, trying to be as nice as possible.  I took a quick glance back at my phone, aching for Liam to save me from this.  Of course, I knew he wouldn't.  Since he arranged all this.  I was about to say something more, when a familiar head of red hair caught my attention.  "Dez?"