Rachels pov
"Dad why do I have to go to this stupid charity ball when jason doesnt" I wined, rushing to keep up with dad as he walked along the long hall ways of the manor.
"Because, rachy, you won't shoot the guests" He replied in his usual monotone voice.
"You don't know that" came my mumbled response.
"Shoot any of the guests and I will ground you for two months" dad spoke sternly, stopping in his tracks and giving me a bat glare. I rolled my eyes at him and walked away. I walked to my bedroom door, twisted my door handle and pushed open the tall oak door. As soon as I entered the room and had shut the door behind me, I flopped on to the bed. I really hated charity balls. And as the daughter of a billionaire I couldn't escape them.
Looking up at the ceiling, I thought about how I could make the night more interesting. Of course most options were out as I had to be good and keep up with my reputation.
"dress!" I exclaimed in sudden realisation that my dress the the ball was not quite finished.
I hopped up from my bed and ran toward my wardrobe. And I started making my dress.
Short start to a story. What do you guys think? Give me some feed back in the comments. I promise I will do more of this book tommorow but right now it midnight and I want sleep.😘 thanks for reading!!!
Slightly edited (14/08/2018)
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