Hurricane

Chapter 2

HI LOVELIES!! I haven't updated this story in a LONG time. AHH! Ok, well the reason I haven't been writing is because of school, and I know that's a pretty crap excuse but I hope you understand because school is painful. Anyways, enjoy!
-Shar x
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My eyes zipped over the amount of food choices laid out in front of me. It ranged from healthy cereals to waffles drenched in syrup to savory strawberry crepes. 

Back in my previous foster homes, I was lucky to have a bland low-calorie yogurt or even a glass of orange juice for breakfast. The thought of a breakfast buffet had never even crossed my mind.

I decided to just settle with what I was familiar with, a plain old bowl of Cheerios. I opted out of the strawberries the chefs tried to put on top. What can I say? I'm a plain gal.

After finishing, I cleaned up after myself, in which I received some odd looks. Probably because they'd never seen anyone in this house, besides the help, lift a finger.

Kara came down for breakfast a little while ago, but she didn't look in the mood to talk. Her hair was in rollers and she was wearing hot pink booty shorts and a tank top. You would think the president's daughter would cover up her parts with so many people and so many pairs of eyes on her all the time.

Pierce, Kara's twin brother, came and we exchanged niceties before he ran out of the building, telling several members of the secret service that he would be out for the day and didn't want any 'Hawks' following him.

Tamara and John didn't have breakfast with us, but they did leave me a note. Basically it just stated that they had an emergency mandatory meeting in Nepal and that they left orders with the secret service to take me wherever I wanted for the day. Boy could I get used to this life.

After getting ready, I went into the main living to find James there.  

"Morning, James." I tried saying in a cheerful tone.

"Good morning, Miss." he said in a stoic voice.

"I was told there was a car?"

"Yes. Right this way." he said before leading me down a hallway to a massive garage where about possibly fifty large brand named cars were parked. Along side them was a gigantic line of limos.

James must've seen the expression on my face. I honestly couldn't believe it. I'm not going to lie, think I peed a little.

"This is uhm, is a lot of uhm cars." I managed to say, like an absolute freak I might add.

"Yeah, just try to keep your mouth closed, Miss." James states.

He continues down the side of the garage and leads me to a long black limo at the end of the row of cars. He held the door open for me and I crawled in.

"Where to, miss." he asked.

"Uhm, I don't know. Is there a beach or something around here?"

"Not one I would recommend going to see. Anything else?"

"Not really. I packed for a beach day. But I mean if you have recommendations, that would be great." 

"Well I do have one place I think you might enjoy. It's a small town where I live with my wife and kids, Stanley Point." he said with a smile.