You and Me

Chapter 1: Life Story

My name is Sienna Davidson. Daughter of two of the wealthiest entrepreneurs in America, Jamie and Keith Davidson but who cares. All that mattered was that they were my two favorite persons and my parents. I'm 17 years old, turning 18 in October. I have long golden bottle blonde hair that I might dye back to my natural brunette color and piercing blue eyes.

*Back Story*

I spent most my life living in Cali. I attended the prestigious Brighton Academy up on till junior year. Brighton was like my second home, most of the students were very friendly. Everything was perfect, but you know what they say all good things must come to an end.

I guess fate thought my life was too good to be true, so they knock me down. Junior year was done and we were all looking for the best summer ever before senior year. That summer for me was the bomb, and not in a good way.

The day after school let out my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, Josh came to my house and broke up with me. I finally felt what it meant to be heartbroken. He was the love of my life since middle school. He was my first love and he just broke my heart.

The news came to me like a series of earthquake. My body was shaking like a leaf he had to help me to sit down. My emotions were all over the place, I felt numb. The only word that came out my mouth was the word 'WHY'. I was furious when I heard the douche's answer. He had the nerve to look me in the eye and say, 'I love you but it is for our best interest'. You can't just say 'I love you" while in the process of breaking my heart. If he loved me why is he leaving?

At that moment I had a few good choice of words for his best interest but they wouldn't escape my lips. 'Just go', were my final words to him. If he had anything else to say to me I would never know. After my last words I quickly made my way into the house. Never will I give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I went to my room and leaned against my door and slid down until I was on the floor.

My body was numb. For the pass 3 hours, since he broke me I cried my heart out. The thought about school and seeing his face every day came back to me. I picked up my phone and call the only person who could help. My mother.

Mom picked up on the third ring. After filling her in on everything that happened earlier, my tears came back. She understood my situation about not going back to Brighton.

My parents spent most there time working in the heart of Manhattan but they owned a house in the Hampton. My mom didn't hesitate to come home. When she came home I was relieved to have her with me. We packed up all my belongings and I moved to East Hampton to our beach house.

If you must know how the rest of my summer was spent, well there isn't much to tell. I didn't do anything at all. I was like Bella from Twilight when Edward left her and she just sat in her room looking through the window.

Summer came to an end and it was time to go back to school. Mom enrolled me at Briar Wood Prep for my senior year. I promised myself I would try to get my life back on track for my last year of high school.

Well I said I would 'try'. I managed to keep my perfect GPA, I got back into sports and started singing as a way to vent about my broken heart. I made some good friends and a really cool best friend.

Her name is Angel and she is a bubbly biracial  brunette. She stand tall at 6ft while I’m barely pushing a measle height at 5'8. Her even sunkissed skin, flawless face and a body that will motivate you to get off the couch and go exercise, someday but not today. Basically she looks good no matter what and I've seen her wear a potato sack as a dare.

However, I’m just happy to call her my best friend. But, to be honest she is not the friend I thought I would end up with considering my recent change of personality to Debby downer. She is not only smart, but a good dancer and a hell of a good time amongst many other traits that she possess. Beware though, if you ever invite her to your house make sure to hide your candy or anything sweet. Let's just say you would rather her drunk, than when she has a sugar rush. She makes more sense when she is drunk.