' Clarissa, dear, wake up. ' I heard
' Clarissa, get up now. We're here.' My mother snapped.
I opened my eyes and stepped out of the sharp blue BMW and took first glance to the house.
.... Not a house, no mansion, a palace! Three story long elegant vanilla coloured palace. I never knew they were this rich.
' Close your mouth, Clarissa! ' my mother shouted. Jeez, take a chill pill, this is a lot to process.
When I walked in it was like a dream. The perfect marble staircase, perfect tile floors , extravagant chandeliers, the whole package.
' Do you like it, my dear?' My father asked politely
' Yes , very. I'm going to my room.'
' Okay, '
' Wait!' My mother cried.
' Excuse me?'
' Well, Clarissa, l have rules. One is never enter the left hallway , that is were our bedroom and study is, and it is important that you understand not to interrupt. I will be gone for a few days for a business trip but your father will be here . If you need anything, ask the help. Do you understand?'
' Yes' I replied.
I walked up the stairs, knowing that they had nothing further to say.
There were a total of four rooms on thus hallway, I saw a door with my name plastered on it , so I walked in.
It was okay, the bed was made and overall it looked quite plain. Ah well.
*****
My alarm went off. Ugh, I really do not want to go into school! Seriously, i suck at being the centre of attention.
' Clarissa! Up.' My Mother barged into my room and immediately went to my closet, oh , didn't even know it was there. Well , mum, I suppose there is no convincing you to knock before you walk in.
' Hurry up! Try these on and then I'll do your hair and make-up .' She walked out. Okay, then.
Oh no, I'm not wearing that thing! I shuddered, it was a pink skimpy short dress with red stilettos and a puffy Dior cheetah coat . Yuck! I went to my wardrobe and picked out some blue ripped denim jeans and a rolling stones t shirt with my favourite studded combat boots. I quickly brushed my hair and dabbed some lip gloss on and some mascara .
' What is that?' My mother shouted when I walked into the kitchen.
' clothes! ' I said in a 'duh' tone.
' Take it off.' My said through gritted teeth. What is her problem!
' No, I'm not some toy you mess with when you decide to come home and actually say hi! I can wear what I want!' I shouted. I'm sick of her. I'm seventeen, and I don't like to be treated as a child.
' How dare you shout at me! I've done everything for you and this is the thank you I get!'
' What have you done for me except put a roof over my head? Huh? Nothing, your never home you don't know anything about me! So just shut up for once in your goddamned spoilt pathetic life!' I screamed. She just stood there in shock, my father had just came in and it looked as if he was the same. Ugh, I'm outta here. I grabbed my keys and ran into my car. Now , I have to go to school. I groaned, just perfect.
