you'r my mate, mine, even if you don't like it.

frist story, hope its okay

Chapter 1

SASH POV

I had just got the call to be ordered back home, and I just started the holidays, god how I hated my dad sometimes. I don’t hate him, hate him, its just that he always ruins my fun, I know I can be a little extreme sometimes, but that’s just how I’ am. How am I supposed to act, I’m a bloody drama queen, I don’t sit back and relax, I stand up and take things to the next level. Its not like I was in jail over night, well I was a few times, only for drink driving, getting into fights at the clubs and insulating police officers, and maybe worst of all, well I wouldn’t call it the worst, but my dad seems to think so, only because I stole his three million dollar boat to have a party on, and maybe I did not tell him that’s what I planed and then crashed it. But what can I say; I was just having a little fun, which happens to get a bit out of control.

Phone call from the father

  “hell..o” I started to say though the phone that happen to get cut off from my dad yelling in the dam thing.

“get your ass home now, I’ve sent you tickets to come back tonight at 10:00 pm, so pack and get to the f###ing airport before I have people fly over their to come get you, I’m sick of this shit, your coming home and going to school, do you here me girl, get here.”

I could here all he anger coming out thought the phone, wow, I have never seen him this stressed or angry. What people come get me, what was he on about. Don’t think you can talk to me like that I thought in my mind but I really wanted to yell it .

“Dad WTF seriously I just started the holidays over here, I’ve done nothing wrong, well nothing wrong yet, who do you think you are to boss me around. I don’t even know you, I haven’t seen you for two years, I cut you out of my life, I lived with grandma you know that.”

 I lived with her, damm I miss her. She died three weeks ago, and since then I have been flying solo, my mum died when I was little so I had no chance to even know her. I’m only 17, but I have money; in fact I have a lot that’s how I’ve been getting by. My dads a very wealthy man, but because I was smart, I opened up a bank account for my self and transferred thirty-four million dollar from his into mine, it was amazingly smart on my part.

“I know grandma is gone and I know you dropped out of school three weeks ago, the school called. So that means I’ am you legal gradin right now, so get your ass home” with that he hung up.

FLYING HIGH AIRPORT

once I arrived at the airport I had half and hour to kill, so I hit the bar, the bar man smiled at me and asked what I would like, ‘vodka shot’ I smiled back sweetly. “Here you go love”.

“Thanks”, the smile works all the time, never have to pull the fake idée out unless it’s an old man serving. Sometime later I finally got on the plain, and relax on the ride home.