Hidden Gold

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image of chanels outfit above

song of the chapter: some kind of drug - g-eazy ft. marc e. bassy

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"This has got to be a sick twisted joke, right?" I asked.

"As lively as I may seem Miss Romano, I do not joke," Queen Pierce responded.

"Wow, um, I apologize for my behavior your highness," I responded while averting my gaze and focusing on making lunch.

"Don't worry dear, you didn't know," She smiled sweetly.

"So, your highness, when would I be able to meet your son?" Claire chimes in.

"Never," I mutter while rolling my eyes. I guess I didn't mutter it quietly enough because I had three pairs of eyes glaring daggers at me.

"I wouldn't say never, but whenever I deem fit. Please Miss romano--" The queen began.

"Oh your highness, call me Claire," Claire interrupts.

"Claire, you are not the only candidate for my son please keep that in mind," The queen tells her.

"I'm surprised she's a candidate at all," I mutter yet again causing the lady with the queen to chuckle.

"Chanel knock it off with the side comments, why can't you just be happy for your sister," My mother scolds.

"My apologies," I mutter and drop everything in my hand to walk upstairs to my room. This house is suffocating and I can no longer breathe. I change into a grey sweatshirt with black leggings and some white NMD's. Pulling on my black hat and grabbing my bag, I rush downstairs to get out of the house as soon as possible.

"Chanel Alessandra Romano, where do you think you're going?" My father asks.

"Out," I curtly respond.

"I don't know who you think you are Chanel, but you are still a child and still live under my roof!" He booms with anger.

"Newsflash dad, I'm eighteen. I've been an adult for a year now. To address your comment on living here, trust me it's not willingly," I respond.

"I don't understand why you can't just--" He starts then stops himself.

"I can't what just be like Claire? The perfect daughter who in reality does nothing but sit on her lazy ass and have the world handed to her on a silver platter?" I ask.

"That is not what I was going to say," My father tells me while pinching the bridge of his nose, a tell-tale sign that he is trying to contain his frustration.

"Yeah right," I scoff and walk out.

"Chanel where are you going?" My father asks while everyone is following me out.

"Out," I respond once more while sliding into my car. I pull out a pack of cigarettes and light one as I start the car.

"Why are you smoking? We do not smoke in this house, young lady!" My mother shrieks.

"Good thing I'm not in the house," I respond with a lazy smile while I release the smoke from my mouth and drive off. I have no clue where I'm going, but as long as it's anywhere but this house I was fine with it. I heard the familiar ring of my phone and picked it up from the passenger seat to answer it.

"Talk to me," I say into the phone.

"Race tonight at 9, usual tracks," Amanda replies into the phone.

"I'm on my way to yours," I tell her and hang up the phone. I speed my way over to Amanda's and see that we still have hours to kill until the races.

The races were exactly what they seemed to be; illegal street racing. I didn't participate, although many have tried to get me to, I just went for the thrill of watching and the atmosphere. It was exhilarating to watch as well as be in the crowd. No one cared who you were, no one bothered you as long as you didn't bother them. It was a carefree party atmosphere; my favorite kind.

I arrived at Amanda's and walked in. I saw her lying down on her couch watching reruns of Full House.

"Get up loser, I'm starving," I tell her.

"Go make something in the kitchen then," She grumbles.

"No, I want McDonalds, now let's go," I tell her and she reluctantly gets up. She gets dressed fairly quick and we head over to the McDonalds that stationed in the mall not too far from Amanda's house.

"Who's racing tonight?" I asked as I dug into my McChicken.

"Don't know, but I know Luke is," She replies while sipping her sweet tea.

"As usual," I respond. Luke always races, he was one of the top three racers at the tracks. The dude had skill, he was good behind the wheel that I could never deny.

"Let's go shopping, I'm bored," Amanda whines.

"Sure," I tell her and get up to throw away our trash. Retail therapy always did sound nice.

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By the time we got back to Amanda's we only had a little over an hour to get ready for the races. Since I didn't bring any clothes with me to Amanda's I picked up an outfit from the mall. I put on the black lace bralette I bought along with the black see through shirt and black jeans paired with thigh high heeled boots. I grabbed a few necklaces to match with it while putting in some gold hoop earrings on. I decided to change my nose piercing from a stud to a gold nose ring then decided I was done. My makeup was dark yet not too cakey and topped off with a maroon almost black lipstick.

"Chanel are you ready?" Amanda asks.

"Yeah, let's go," I tell her as I exit her bathroom.

"Took you long enough," She responds while rolling her eyes. I drove us to the track which was quite a far drive from Amanda's house. It was towards the shadier part of town and because of that it became the perfect area for illegal races. The tracks were just a large section of town with abandoned roads that no one ever went through, especially at night. No one even lived within miles of the tracks, which made it the perfect place since that also meant to police trying to throw us all in jail.

As we got closer to the tracks I could hear the hoots of both boys and girls as well as the loud bass of whatever song the DJ was playing. These were the nights I lived for. The rush and high of the party. It was a rush that no other drug could give you, cause the entire night, you were feeding off the energy from others. Now that, that was what got you hooked on the party life. Not the drugs, not the alcohol, but the energy from everyone, it made you want to come back for more and come back you did.

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