Riches To Rags

Chapter 2: Something New, Something Old.

A/N: Sorry for the mistakes ahead of time. Please don't forget to comment. This is a freshly new story and you input I would love.

Happy Reading!

~Vicky xoxo

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Chapter 2: Something New, Something Old...

"If there is no struggle, there is no progress." ~ Fredrick Douglass

"It's time for you to grow up Rae and be a woman," her father spoke gently to her. His voice calm but his seriousness never waiver. "I can't take care of you for the rest of your life. Our situation is worst than I thought and I can barely take care of your mother and I. Get a job, pay your dues and great things will come tenfold."

The remembrance of his words hit her like a ton of bricks. Rae couldn't believe her ears as her father spoke those very words. They were broke! What did that mean? How could they be broke in less that twenty-four hours! It could not have been possible, was it? Someone was playing a dirty joke on her family and she thought that the joke should be over with. That at any moment her father would call her and tell her to come back to the manor. That their bank account was bigger than ever and it was time for another vacation for Rae. Unfortunately that call wasn't going to come.

Her father told her to get a job? For what? Could she still take theirjet down to New York and have her annual shopping spree at Barney's once and month. Shopping was for her soul so if that was a no, Rae didn't know what to do! It was something that she never dream of. All her life, all she knew was that money trumps everything and without it you couldn't amount to anything! The Harris's amounted to everything.

"I guess you never flew commercial?" Carla questioned Rae, watching as her right leg bounced up and down hastily.

"Hell no I never flew commercial," Desiree wailed, her voice cracking from fright as the seat belt indicator above her continued to flash red as the plane shook from turbulence. "It's for poor people. I'm not like these people! My parents are rich. I'm rich! I shouldn't be on this plane."

Rae looked around her and didn't like her surroundings. This was the worst airplane flight that she experienced in her whole twenty-five years of living on this earth. The cries of a newborn baby was giving her a migraine, the flight attendant was the rudest bitch she ever came across, and the obese and sweaty white man next to her had been passing gas for the past hour. Her nose was bound to fall off any minute. She would definitely take first class in a heart beat. Their dry potatoes and unseasoned filet mignon would greatly be substituted. 

"I thought you said this was only a hour flight," Rae asked. "I feel like the walls of the airplane are closing in on me. My hair is sweating, I'm hungry and I need a drink!"

"Calm down Rae," Carla whispered, "I'll get you something to drink."

"Right," she snickered. "Like this plane has anything other than tap water and high caffeinated beverages. They barely have peanuts and you think I'll get something a little bit heavier than Pepsi?"

Before Carla could respond to Rae the intercom came on. "Folks, we have begun our descent to LAX, where the current weather is eight-nine degrees," the pilot spoke clearly."We will be arriving at gate fourteen in about twenty minutes. We'd like the flight attendants to prepare the cabin for arrival and we want to thank you for flying with us today at United Airlines."

"See, we're almost there."

A big sigh of relief slipped through her heart shaped lips. "Finally!" Rae praised. "I need to get to the mall pronto."