VENGEFUL LOVE

Chapter 1: Sprinkles Lamborghinis and blown kisses

The wonderful world of unicorn potatoes, the world covered in sprinkles. Mhmmm sprinkles!! A sudden glass of water appears in the sky and falls only on me

… wait this is not a dream?!?

I woke up groggily trying to see who wet me. Of course, who would it be again, Christian my annoying older brother. “Leave me alone you man-whore!” I shouted at him half laughing, half choking it out. Immediately he fell on the floor laughing. Now I see the resemblance between us, we were both weirdoes, crazy, could both dance and both shared our parents’ good looks (I think?)

  I finally get my lazy ass up and headed to my bathroom for a quick shower. When I finally came out it was 7:00am. I picked out some random clothes from my walk-in closet (most of which I don’t use). I chose a dark denim shorts, a white t-shirt and a snapback from my huge collection (snapbacks are amazazing k.). I left my naturally straight hair down and just put on some clear lip gloss. I hated too much make-up. I ran down two flights of stairs since my house was huge and ended in the kitchen. I snuck a peek of my devil bro cooking. I snapped a pic to post on Facebook later.

Evil samara evil muhahahaha!!!

  Apparently I wasn’t being my ninja self because I saw my brother glaring at me. “Samara, hand over the phone or you won’t get your get your birthday.” Yeah.. My birthday is next week … I moved in the middle of this term so we are in March. “Present?!? Where, where WHEREEE dumbass????” I persist while trying to shake him … failing miserably of course. He just points to the garage and snatches away my phone still trying to contain his laughter. My family is so hysterical. I ran to the garage and flung the door open. There I saw my dream car, a Lamborghini Adventador. Sweet baby Jesus O.o

  Ajlkkllnfmwrdelhkl ...a few fan girl moments later… yes, I fan girl about cars rather than make-up or stupid boy bands.

  I finally regained my calm and ran back inside to thank that heavenly thing I call brother. I spent nearly 5 minutes thanking him alone. I quickly ate some eggs and bacon, threw on my gold supra and ran out again, restless to drive my new car. I stepped into my driveway and gazed at the Adventador. I’ve been waiting for this car since I was 14. It was always my dream car. While I waited to get my licence I learned to drive like a boss and I have a motorcycle as well. I sat in my car and instantly felt comfortable, my brother seriously knows how to personalise cars. I sped out of the driveway, enjoying the speed and knowing I was going 30 miles over the speed limit. Hey, I’m a dangerous girl. Christian had the car painted pearl blue-green and fully modified with nos.

  Oh wait, I didn’t talk about my so called “family”. So here it is: my parents live in a completely other country, the Caribbean in fact. They are the perfect rich couple love sick and stuff but when it comes to children, yea they practically hate us. They only call on us when it requires them to have us at a function and then ask us to pretend to be the perfect family. It sickens me. My family is originally from the Caribbean. We are Indian but my parents thinking Indians won’t be accepted into rich society used skin lighteners and stuff like that to seem American. They look nothing like they used to. My brothers: Christian and Brandon are the best family I could ask for. Brandon doesn’t live with me and Christian because he has a job and a fiancé to take care of. All of us are training to become engineers (well Brandon is one already) and we are all going to work for the same company British Gas. Brandon is 22 and Christian is 19 and I am 15 just going on 16. My name is samara parker. I’m in junior year transferring to a new school in a completely new country where I know no one and hopefully no one knows me. Being rich and fairly famous has its perks but I would give it up for a normal life any day.

 I pull up in my enormous school: rosewood high school and took in the surroundings when a thought struck me, holy shit… I forgot about my car. I wanted no one to know I was rich but it was like my car just screamed “my owner is rich!! Please mob her and take pictures of me!” and that’s exactly what pedestrians were doing. I didn’t go into the school compound yet but it’s now or never. I pull up and get out only to be greeted with jaws dropped straight to the floor. Well that is certainly a nice way to greet a new student. I looked at the time and raced through the halls just in time to reach the office. I quickly collect my schedule and a map and set off on my awfully big adventure “high school”. Some boys faces dropped as they realised it was a girl that came out of the Lamborghini. Some whistled and some blew kisses, I happily returned some blown kisses. What can I say, I’m a big flirt.

  This is going to be one long day.