"Grandma, why would you tell me this second now?"
"Dear girl, I am sorry that I didn't tell you before-"
"No I mean, why today, why not when I am 16 or something?"
"That's because, the situation is very urgent! This will be your first photoshoot, this could officially start your career. Do you want to be known as a model for the rest of your life child?"
"No."
"Anyway, I stood up to what your mother was saying, she saw the danger in me, she knows what I know. And she is going to eliminate me from your family, somehow."
"She knows that I'll be forced to take you to the photoshoot because well, you are my responsibility."
"Grandma, I don't want to go to the photoshoot."
"I don't want you to either."
"What should we do Sasha?"
"Not go. That's simple."
"Alright, that's our plan then Sasha."
"Grannie, can we go somewhere special tomorrow?"
"Sure whatever you want."
I am sorry to confess but my Grandmother spoiled me, she may not be as rich as my parents, but she let me do whatever I wanted to do. I was careful not to become spoiled by Grandma's kindness, it would do me no good. And knowing that she did not have much money (my parent's didn't even consider the factor of ever helping Grannie with her financial problems), I was careful to choose what to do.
Don't get me wrong, Grandma has a splendid wealth, it's a symbol of her past, when her husband was still there. Now she's just a used to be wealthy person. My Grandma worked for a long time, but not as long as her husband, and he was a marvelous business men, but he died young, and this forced Grandmother out of her retirement. An old lady cannot work though, and the money the pile of money she had saved, was diminishing.
My 'parents' want Grandma to sell the house, but family and the dead are respected in my paternal family, when my dad brought it up, Grandma refused, said it was her only scrap of the past, of her family. Grandma even went to the trouble of shaming my father, saying that he did not care at all. And that was one minor feud compared to some later ones.
Meanwhile, my 'mom' was just twiddling her thumbs, thinking of how she could use her half husband half minion to build resentment in the family. She was the mastermind behind all of this.
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The Designer Girl
Teen FictionSasha's a model, well almost- at least. But being its a model has its ups and downs, especially if you were FORCED to do it. It's time Sasha faces ongoing family problems, even if that means chasing and hunting for a dark secret that has to be unc...
