Chapter 3

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I didnt really remeber what my father looked like, since i havent seen him in years, i was so excited though.

"Allison" i turn back and see a stubby guy waving at me like a syco.

"Dad"?

"Oh my gosh honey! Your so big. I bet all the girls are jealous that you get all the guys" he said happily.

Honestly ive never had a boyfriend before, but i just smiled and nodded.

"Do you want me to take your bags?" he asked with a more serious look now.

"Um, no its fine."

"Ok then, lets go."

I followed him to his car and he had a black mercedes. Holy shit i loved them so much. We hopped in and it had brown leather seats and it smelled like flowers. That was kinda wierd though.

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We finally arrived at the house and it seemed like forever but it was actually like 30 minutes. There was a gate to get in and i could see the corner of a whit roof peeking from behing the branches behind the mysterious gate. I was so excited to see everything. The gate opened after hearing buttons click underneath the fingers of my father, we slowly bgan to drift in and i saw a mansion ifront of my eyes.

WAIT WAIT WAIT, HOLD ON. I DIDNT NOT KNOW MY DAD WAS RICH. wtf. k then.

A man walked up to the car and tapped my window, i let out a small screech.

"Dont worry honey, that Christopher, my butler." he said softly. " Oh and dont scream when we get inside, their are maids, didnt want to scare you" he giggled and a smile peeked from the corner of my mouth.

I steeped out of the car and Christopher took my bags, and directed me to my room. He opened the door and i swear it looked like a hotel room. He pointed out the clost and it was legit the size of of my room at home. "WOW" was all i could manage. Their was a bed plopped in the middle of the room against a wall. It was a kimg size, im pretty sure.

My father came up " Hey honey, i hope you enjoy and get ready for dinner, and dress nicley i invited our neighbors".

Oh great, i just arrived not even five minutes ago and my dads already showing me off, just great. i thought to myself.

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