A Girl Like Me...

Chapter 1

Patience. One thing I don't have. Concentrating. Something I can't do, but not by choice. Waiting in line listening to my mother going on about how I can't afford to embarrass our family's name while on holiday. I'm seventeen and I want to have fun, is that too much to ask? That's one of the bad things of being in first class and being so rich that everyone knew your family name.

Lancaster Summers. My well-known family name: all because of my father being successful in his business. It is quite annoying sometimes because of my age, because of my age I wanted to go out into the world, explore and have fun. But I couldn't because I had to be the perfect daughter that my parents wanted me to be.

"And remember that you must be back in the room by eleven o'clock every night," my mother says.

"Yes mother," I say politely. She goes on about more rules that she's set for me to follow as I look around the room.

My eyes scan through the different faces of the people in the other two lines, and my eyes land on him. A boy with light blonde hair, dyed of course because that colour isn't natural, electric blue eyes that go well with the colour of his hair. He has a little bit of stubble on his chin and jawline but has such an innocent look on his face, he looks about my age. He's wearing black jeans that look so tight that they hurt, a plain white shirt and a black leather jacket. I think that he's gorgeous but my mother would never approve. I look down at my black knee length dress from Chanel and my nude colour stilettos. It would never work.

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"Mother! I am going to explore the area. I won't be gone too long!" I yell to her from my room for the holiday.

"Be back by five o'clock because we have a dinner reservation," she replies, probably busy showing all of the staff where she wants them to put everything.

I throw my expensive, black Gucci coat on and walk out of the door. Walking down the street of the resort, I can hear people from second and third class having fun, with their music playing loudly and their silly chants that nobody understands. I wish I could have fun like them, not having to care about what my parents might think, not having to worry about disappointing everyone I know and giving our family a bad name.

I'm pulled from my thoughts as my body collides with a wall. But then I realize that walls don't have arms or legs. I walked into him, the boy from earlier: The gorgeous boy with the most mesmerising blue eyes.

"Whoa, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you," he says while panicking. British accent.

"It is quite alright, I was also completely in my own world," I say, offering a small smile. He smiles back nervously. He stares at me for a moment then breaks the eye contact completely.

"Sorry for staring, I just can't help but think that you're beautiful," he mumbles the last part, but I heard him perfectly. My face starts to heat up and I believe that my face has gone red.

"Thank you, you are quite handsome yourself," I giggle. He smiles at me with an amused expression.

"I've never been called handsome before," he admits.

"Why would nobody call you handsome? They must be blind," I say in shock.

"Girls tend to use the words 'good-looking' or 'hot'," he replies. I cringe at the use of wording. "Not use to hearing the word?" He asks, amused.

"I was brought up to think that boys were handsome, not a temperature," I cringe again and he chuckles. I look at my watch and see that it's ten to five. "Forgive me but I must go now."

"Can I at least have your number before you go?" He asks. I sigh and give him my phone. It only takes five minutes before he gives my phone back to me. "I'll see you around, right?"

"Yes, absolutely," I say as I start running back to the holiday home. Mother and father won't be impressed.

I open the door to the house and my mother rushes me upstairs as I need to get read for this dinner. I curl my hair slightly before brushing through the curls to make them looser and pin sections of hair back, before starting on my make up. I don't like to wear too much make up, although mother insists, I refuse. Hanging up on my closet door is the dress that my mother has picked out for me to wear.

It's one of my newest dresses and is an Isabel Sanchis mesh short dress with detachable train. Also a pair of black stilettos and a gold necklace. Great. Another dinner to try and set me up with another boy.

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"Melody, I would like you to meet Daniel Westbury," My mother says while pushing me towards a tall boy with brown, slicked back hair and blue eyes.

"It is very nice to meet a very beautiful girl like you," he says while holding my hand up and kissing the back of it.

"And you, you're very handsome yourself," I say with a fake smile, along with a fake giggle.

This is what my life is like, meet boys every dinner party so that I get to choose whom I marry. My parents introduce me to boys that they think are worthy. But they're not boys that I'm interested in, they're all too preppy and simple. Too boring. I need someone who is willing to be adventurous and fun. Someone who doesn't play by the rules of my life. I haven't found him yet, but I will hopefully.

Everyone sits down for dinner and are immediately engaged in conversation. Their conversation is something about business sales and everyone's success in money. It's basically about who has more money and who is richer.

"Melody has just started studying for her A-levels and already is getting the results to the highest of her abilities." My mother boasts. Everyone on the table turns to look at me.

"Is that true Melody?" Daniel asks while placing his hand on mine.

"Yes, I'm studying business, math, English, photography and French. It is a lot of work, but nothing that I can't handle," I smile and tell everyone. I look at my mother and she nods.

"Melody, why don't you and Daniel go for a walk?" My dad suggests. I nod and stand up.

"Come and walk with me?" I ask while holding out my hand. He takes it and we walk out of the restaurant.

The doors of the restaurant open and I'm immediately hit by fresh air. I close my eyes and breathe it in. I look over at Daniel and he is smiling at me. We start walking towards the first class holiday homes. We're halfway to the house that I'm staying in when Daniel wraps his arms around my waist and starts kissing my neck. I try and push him off but his grip gets tighter and his hands travel lower.

"Daniel stop," I say, annoyed by his actions. He doesn't say anything but his hands travel even lower. I grab his hands, turn around and punch him in the face. As soon as that happens I start running towards the houses.

When I'm far away enough, I stop and take my heels off.

"Hey Melody!" I hear a British accent yell. I turn to look and it's Jack.

"Hello Jack, have you had a lovely evening?" I ask with the best smile that I could give at this moment. Although, I've only just realized that I have tears running down my cheeks.

"Yeah I have, but I can see that you haven't. Why don't you come back to where I'm staying and we can talk about it?" He suggests.

"I really shouldn't, I wouldn't want to bother you," I say.

"No really, I insist. You look lime you could use a chat."

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