Empire

Chapter 1

For the past month, my parents home was the quietest place its ever been. The maids were gone, I let the go since i was the only one leaving here i can clean after myself. My chef is still here since I can not cook, and its nice to see a familiar face every morning. It feels almost normal, except for the part of when my dad came in with his suit and tie mangining to messup my hair every morning and would plot down in the seat sit next me. The thought of him made me smile. Then came the pain of never witnessing that again.
"Chin up Ms. Viviano , today is a new day" my chef said putting my omelette on my plate.
" Hard to do when this place does nothing but remind me of my parents" I said stabing my fork into the omelette.
" Get to school before you are late again" he said pushing me out the kitchen door. " Run along now" my chef has never been one to say much, i always liked him for that, but he doesnt like it when I act like a bitch to him. But maybe school is what I need after a long boring weekend .
Going to a prep school, means nothing but strict rules and rich kids. New York prep schools are the worst and best thing that can happen to you. Its a society that gets you to were you want to go. Depending on who you know basically. The girls are bitches and the guys are douches. To them the world is their playground. I guess to me too. My parents are...were as people say stupidly rich. Which ment I was stupidly rich. Though my parents spoiled me, they did not at the same time. I did not get a car on my sweet 16 like every girl did at their sweet 16 birthday party. I did not receive my first cell phone until sopshore year of high school.
But thats not me anymore, I can spoil myself.
" Paige!" a voice called my name as I took a step out of the car. "Paige!!Paige over here" with a sudden sworn bodys come at me with huge cameras flashing me blind.
"Let her through" another voice said, looking up to see the gate guards holding off the men with cameras. Reaching the gate I found the entire school staring at me.