"are you guys finished yet?" i asked without looking up from my phone.
"patience, lil sis" Grant said as he focused his camera somewhere i dont care.
We're currently at the Statue of Liberty. Well, in a cafe near it, but whatever. Seated at one of the tables outside with my Austin and Shawn, with Grant taking tons of pictures with his SLR cam around the place. Father and Hazel? They said they'll just check out the museum. I dont think they even have a museum here. They just created an excuse to get some alone time together.
"stop calling me that"
"why? thats where we're headed anyways, Harp. Besides, its cute" Austin smirked
I gave him a 'seriously? look' before leaning back on my chair.
Its not cute.
*ting*
From: Duck Hewitt
Fuckin hell. The maid found out my pack of smokes and threathened me to tell dad
To: Duck Hewitt
Cool. Grounded for the rest of summer.
"shut up" i sighed. No way in hell. Duck cant be grounded for summer. Hell, it doesnt even starts!
*ting*
From: Duck Hewitt
Goddammit.
"anyways, where will we go after this?" Shawn asked
To: Duck Hewitt
I already told you not to. Goddamnyou.
"idonnow" i sighed again. FUCKIN HELL I CANT FUCKIN ACCEPT DAKOTA HEWITT BEING GROUNDED FOR SUMMER NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WAY
"im hungry" Austin groaned
So what.
*ting*
From: Duck Hewitt
Well, she said she wont tell if i'll give her 50 bucks and she'll keep the pack. Fuck this.
"eat this" i said then held up my middle finger. lol.
To: Duck Hewitt
Give her the money, dude. And i told you i didnt like that maid of yours
"you made me paranoid last night. Fuckin.Chrissy.Story. I though the shit was real. I laughed at myself after Simms introduced us to the real Chrissy" Shawn
Oh yeah, the fake Chrissy story. HAHA! The real Chrissy, my nanny, went back today. Effin heck.
*ting*
From: Duck Hewitt
Fuckin bitch. Hang out at the park later??
Oh how i wish i could.
To: Duck Hewitt
Cant right now :x
"i cant believe you still have a nanny to take care of you" Austin smirked
Tss. Whatever.
*ting*
From: Duck Hewitt
Tonight then?
To: Duck Hewitt
Sure :) See you at the candy store at 7?
The candy store is Dylan's Candy Bar. A fancy candy store down at Madison ave with lots and lots and lots of those sweet stuff.
"why do you even have a nanny to take care of you? I mean, youre like old enough to take care of yourself" Shawn
*ting*
From: Duck Hewitt
Great. :)
Chrissy was originally like my mom's personal assistant or something she got when she was 18, then when she got me, she asked Chrissy to be my nanny. So i had her since birth but had been my official nanny since i was 3 or something.
"I didnt have a choice alright? I cant just like, kick her out. She's been like the mother figure i have or something like that since my mom left me" i said
"your mom left you? Simms told us a different stor--" Shawn said but Austin quickly slapped him in the cheek. Ow. "what the--?!"
"mosquito. sorry dude. i just--uh needed to uhm, kill the--"
Boys. Stupid.
"technically no. my father won the custody battle or something. and now she's living a single lady life or something like that which is fun actually, but kind of unfair" which is true.
"i like it here" Shawn quickly said, trying to drop the conversation
"in freak land?" i smirked "youre kidding. i hate it here"
Which is also true.
"why do you hate New York so much? Its awesome here. You have everything you want and need here" Grant says, now focusing his camera at us. "smile guys"
click.
"you've been here in what? 2 days? i dont hate New York. ok maybe i do cause its like, you know, its stressfull and loud and nocturnal and stupid and busy and just so... full of shit. everyone's full of shit. i am full of shit. and in time, you'll also be full of shit"
"then why dont you just ask Simms to send you to California, mom told us that you have like, a mansion there or something" Austin says, playing with the snapback cap he borrowed from me ("your outfit still looks good even without this cap and the sun is killing me" which is not that reasonable but still)
And yeah, my father owns a big house somewhere in LA, where he stays every Monday when he's there every other 2 weeks. Dont ask me what does that mean or why is he there. Its big, but i dont call it a mansion.
"see? thats why i hate this city. There, i can live in a fuckin big house with a big yard and a big pool but here we fuckin live in a fuckin townhouse with no fuckin yard!"
"a townhouse with 5 big bedrooms and 1 even bigger bedroom with a walk-in closet" Shawn pointed out, giving me an accusing look
I rolled my eyes at him. Jerk. "so what. still the same"
"youre going to a college prep school right??" i faced Grant, now sitting beside Shawn and me, playing with a pack of smokes
"what difference does that make to a normal high school anyways?" he asked, pulling out a cigarette and putting it between his lips.
"i dont know, cause...thats where you must go before college??" true.
"its just the same you know, only fancier" Grant said with his cigarette dangling at the corner of his lips
He offered me his pack but i shook my head. Maybe next time.
"nuh-uh its not" i defended
"its bullshit. like, why spend thousands on that preperatory school before college where you'll also be spending more than thousands dollars when you can just like, go to an ordinary high school or something?" Austin
"i've never heard of college preperatory school before" -Shawn
"exactly. only New York has those fancy schools. Like, does public schools even exist here?" Grant asks, looking at me. Does that exist here? "yeah. maybe. idk" i shrugged
"you've never been in one, havent you?" he asks again, i said no. which is true.
"everythings fancy here. You cant survive here without money" Austin
I sighed in defeat. Maybe its true. But whatever, I like it here even though I hate this freakland and there's no way in hell im gonna win to these boys.
