The Bad Boy's Princess #Wattys2016

O1: Bath Fizzies

O1

The buzzing sound of Marimba was seriously pissing me off. Couldn't anyone just let me sleep peacefully?
Especially during these kinds of days. As I decide to get some more sleep by plugging my ears, I am greeted with a warm shake (sarcasm intended). Cherry on the cake, I think. As I reveal my eyes to this horridly expensive purple, and god knows what other colour, room, I see Rose standing there with a glass of orange juice, a smile hanging on her lips. "Uggh." I say, only to raise an annoying conversation. "Good Morning, Miss Anderson."

I don't hate Rose. She's been with me for my entire life. When we decided to settle here in London, she also left all of her family in California, obviously because my father asked her to, but I still feel pity for her as she has not seen her family for the past fifteen years.

"Good Morning Rose." I say. As I look into my phone, I subconsciously finish my orange juice with three cubes of ice and a pinch of black salt.

I keep the glass back into the serving tray which she held and walk into my bath.

Quicky, I unwrap a bath bomb and pop it into my tub. The scent of lavender filled the whole bath. Surprized, I quickly pick up the dropped packet of bombs to take a look what they were. It read, "Zoella, 8 Bath Fizzies".

Oh, something new. This must have been bought by father.

My father, David Anderson is the perfect dad. He, or we, own a bussiness of textiles. I don't even know what that it, but the only thing I know is that we also have a partnership with Target, and I think thats the reason for these bombs landing in my room. Maybe, it must have been a sample or something.

I decide to grab some more of these things while I return from high school. Oh, yes I forgot to tell you that I'm a senior in school.

I quickly get out of bath, and decide what should I wear from my closet. My closet has the same stuff which every daughter has, whose father is a rich bussiness tycoon, I must say. Hangers filled with designer dresses, high heels, stilletos, formal shirts, and what not. But, not a single cloth for a decent school going girl. For the past four years, I have been wearing flowy tops, sundresses, boots and all of those outfits which normal people wear to parties.

I decide that I should not go to school and instead go to the mall, and pick up some really casual stuff.

As I finish putting on some lip gloss, I head to the mall. I kiss my father and take a seat across him on the dining table. I tell him about my plans and he calls the driver for me. He continues eating his "Paleo Breakfast", while I finish the omelette on my plate and then head towards our door where I meet a sleek Audi A8 waiting for me.

I instruct the driver where to go and call Scarlett. Her callertune gets me irritated again. I hate Demi Lovato.
"Hey babe." She says.

"First of all, this must be the hundredth time I am telling you to change your callertune. Secondly, I am going to the mall, you wanna come, I can pick you from school?"

"Okay, what time will you be here?"

"Umm, I guess 15?"

"Kay good, meet you at the front."

"Bye Liv"

"Bye babe, see you soon." I hang up.

I'm Olivia Anderson.

And, welcome to my life.

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Helllooo guys!! Welcome to this book and I hope you like the chapter! this maybe boring to you but I assure you that it gets bettter. Patience makes the fruit ripen. Well, anyways, thank you for reading this chappie. I love you for giving me a chance to write and making it a step ahead to achieve my dream.

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