"What do you mean 'broke'?" I scream, looking around at our white villa. Nothing diamond had gone, but Daddy's yacht apparently was.
"I'm sorry, but your daddy isn't going to be here for a while. He's looking for jobs in Illinois." Mom said.
This can't be happening. I feel tears streaming down my face as our maid, Yasima give me a satin tissue. I wiped my black tears off of my eyeliner streaked face.
"Illinois? Is he crazy? That place is gross!" I scream.
I bolt up the white and gold marble stairs and head into my pink bedroom. The only things not pink are my savings from HT and some action figures (HQ, B-Man, etc.).
I don't know what to do! Everything is flashing before my eyes! I can't text anyone because they'll make fun of me... But I want help! I've never been broke in my LIFE! I only buy my clothes and cosmetics! How is daddy gonna upgrade my iPhone 6 to a 6 plus?
I can't believe it.
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