I am not a morning person and I absolutely dispise Monday's. Anywho on this Monday morning I woke up took a shower and got dressed up. I put on a Michael Klein white blouse, pair of juicy couture blue jeans, and a gray uggs. I went downstairs to the coat room and put on my favorite coco channel black jacket and headed outside. When I got to the driveway my driver Henry was standing outside and had the door wide open for me. He greeted me and said "Good Morning Miss. Jamison". I got inside the car and replied with a "Morning". He drove to my large private school named Westwood High. When I started walking up the white marble steps my best friend Kimberly had just arrived on the bus. She didn't have as much money as most students and was at the school on a scholarship. We walked into the school together and scanned our ID's. We went to our lockers and started talking about the sleepover we had over the weekend. Kimberly which I nicknamed Kimber said "We were lucky that my dad let me go to this sleepover, but I think it was only because I got an A on my test on Friday.
Kimber may have been my best friend but at times I was jealous of her. My dad was never around and my mom was always doing interviews and travelling for her shows. My baby sister did not so much and me and my brothers had drifted apart. On the other hand Kimber and her family were always hanging out and going on vacations. And she was very close to her siblings. They may not have lots of money but they look out for each other. Having money is great but sometimes I wish me and my family had that.
