A Life That's Not My Own

Chapter 1

"Miss Collins" I hear the voice of my maid, Ms Evener, wake my up as hands shake my body. "It's time to wake up."

I have a knife under my pillow, my father was always worried about my safety, kidnappers and all, and I contemplated stabbing the lady with it. nowhere fatal, just her leg or something.

"I'm not getting up." I mumble. I hate mornings

"Your father sent me, he said he and your mother want to speak to you." she persists.

I get out of bed. I know that I need to be out when Ms Evener tries a second to get me up. she normally tells my once then gives up, letting me get up at my own time.

"Tell Father I'll be there in 40 minutes." I say sharply. if I want to own my parents company I have to be orderly. and be able to boss others around.

"Yes Miss Collins" she replies before scurrying off.

I hate her. she flirts with father all the time.

30 minutes later I'm showered. I've washed, dried and done my hair as formal and business-like as possibly.

I'm trying to decide whether to wear the clothes I where to work or a pretty aqua dress when the door opens.

"Miss Collins, your da- Oh god I'm so sorry I didn't know-" Ms Evener walks in on my with my towel wrapped around my body.

"It's fine. what were you saying?" I sigh.

"Oh, um.. your dad wanted you to dress as pretty and attractive as you can." she mutters, then she slips out again.

Dress it is then.

I make sure I look as good as I can in the mirror.

I have wavy red hair which reaches halfway down my back, a few freckles here and there and emerald green eyes.

I debate with myself whether or not to wear my emerald necklace that my grandmother gave to my. Ever since my grandma died I've worn it as often as I could. it matches my eyes, and I love it.

I slip it around my neck, and head out towards the main living room, we have five.

"Alice." father acknowledges my presents in his boring, dull voice. showing no affection towards me.

"Good morning Father." I reply in the same monotone voice.

"Good morning Alice." my Mother says in her soft, sweet voice.

"Good morning Mother." I allow small feeling into my voice.

I love my mother. she reminds me so much of grandma, with her greying red hair, heart shaped face and the sweetest smile that could make your heart melt.

My grandma was the only person who fully cared about me. My mother does as well, but she tends to follow Father, who cares about nothing but money. I like to think that he's planned my life out like a book because he cares, but, truth be known, my friends, schools, and life is made to be with top class, richest of them all. my father couldn't care less about me.

"Alice, we have some very important news." my fathers dull voice seems to echo around the room

"We want you to listen wholeheartedly." my mothers soft voice sounds improper next to my fathers.

"However this goes, though, you will listen and do as we say.

I turn to my mother, her face is bright with anticipation, like a 5 year old at Christmas.

Hardly able to hold it back she blurts

"Your getting married!!!"