The car door slammed.
It was a nice car, too; two seats, posh leather covering them, nice sound system, iPad dock, the works. I slung my bag over my shoulder, and leant inside the driver’s side window to kiss my father’s cheek.
“Bye, Dad,” I smiled.
“Bye, Stace.” he smiled back.
Stace, that’s me. My full name is Anastasia Clementine Roberts. My dad is David Roberts, one of the world’s most famous lawyers.
Huh. I guess that’s why we could afford the flash car.
“Have fun, honey. Call me when you’re done, okay?” Dad continued, breaking off my chain of thoughts.
“Yeah, sure. Have fun… lawyering, or whatever it is lawyers do.” I replied, dancing away before he could smack me. I heard him chuckling as he drove away, his car revving as he sped down the main road.
I skipped into the high-rise building, smiling at the doorman.
“Hey there, Stace,” Dale grinned. He slipped me a packet of musk sticks, messily wrapped in some clear cling wrap. “How’s it going?
“Great,” I replied, hugging the packet to my chest. "Thank you, Dale!" He laughed and walked me inside the building, making small talk with me until the elevator came down and I stepped inside, hitting the button for the highest floor.
Dale always had something for me whenever I came in: a chocolate bar, jelly lollies, occasionally a pencil case filled with my favourites if I was lucky. Last year he even got me one of those awesome – and expensive – iPad covers for my birthday. I had hugged him so tight he nearly choked. He was kind of like the uncle I never had, which I liked. Alot.
“Oh, thank you, thank you!” I had cried to him, dancing around the lobby. I loved my iPad; it went absolutely everywhere I went. I kept everything stored on it. Literally everything. I even had my very own diary on there. Yep.
There was a DING as the elevator reached the right level, and I strolled out, munching on my sugary musk sticks. Cathy, the receptionist, grinned at me.
“Stace!” she cried, getting up and hugging me. I’d known Cathy for ages – she was like a mother to me. I returned her hug warmly, unable to keep the smile that played on my lips from breaking out.
“How are you, honey?” Cathy asked. “Gosh, it seems like forever since we last spoke! Come on, Dan’s running late, so we can have a little bit of girl time!”
A really cool mother.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the fancy, leather couches, giggling. I flopped down next to her, a smile on my face as well as I adjusted myself comfortably, kicking my feet up on one of the ottomans.
"Talk to me, sister!" Cathy put on a fake american accent and smiled.
For the next hour we had our ‘girl time’. We played on my iPad, listening to the latest songs and trying to get past the hard levels on Angry Birds. We also talked, too; Cathy asking me how I was, whether I enjoyed my lessons, and were all my body changes going alright?
See what I mean? Just like a true mother.
In return, I asked her about her love life, and how did that thing with Jason turn out? I was the only person she confided in about love, and I felt proud.
Apparently, Jason didn’t work out too well, and so now she’s moved on to Aidan, who is, according to Cath, pretty average looking, but a great kisser.
