Chapter 1
I wake with a start to a voice saying “wakey, wakey, my lady” I open one sleepy eye and stifle a scream, than sigh as I heard 2 voices saying “Morning, my lady how can we serve you?” I sigh; I hate how everyone always does everything for me and seem to do whatever I say. Men seem particularly susceptible to this charm and I hate it more than anything. I open my other eye and push away my obnoxious maids and slowly get out of bed. I walk sleepily into my closet to pick out my clothes for today. I carefully ignoring the fancy designer jeans and tops my step mom set out for me and instead choose a pair of old ripped jean shorts and a old faded pink t-shirt and my favorite pair of blue converse with “mermaid laces". I walked out of my room and down 4 flights of stairs to the dining chambers for breakfast. Today Chef Andre the personal chef my dad hired from France had set out egg omelets. “My favorite” I say and sit down. A moment after I sit down, my dad and stepmom enter the dining hall and sit as well. Wait did I mention my mom left my dad and I a little while after I was born. After breakfast I walk out of the dining room and into my bedroom. I grab my backpack and fill it with my songbook and my microphone and head to central park.
