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Chapter One
Eight days. That's how long my mother has been dead; it's not like we were that close, but she was the only person I had. No boyfriend, psht no friends, due to the fact that my mother insisted I should be homeschooled. But I also didn't have the one thing I had always wanted, especially now, a father; well not in my life anyway. All he gave me before he left was life, and of course what my mother consider beautiful blue eyes along with his tan skin. Unknown to her I didn't want anything from him, from the man who decided to leave us with nothing. Or so I thought was nothing until my mothers will was shown to me, revealing the millions of dollars I thought we never had. I'm not complaining there's millions of things a 17 year old girl like me could do with that kind of money. And the first thing I'm gonna do is move the hell outta Northstar California to the small isolated town of Woodsnow Minnesota.
"Excuse me ma'am, are you moving this as well?" The scruffy mover asked while pointing at the white couch. I starred at it remembering all the romantic memories I shared with many of the varies books (I know slut alert).
"Yes." I replied nodding like a madwoman. He nodded as he told his fellow work mates to move the, and I quote, "damn couch" can we say hurtful? Walking outside I starred at the house I grew up in, the ugly yellow coating and the chipped white door frame, I was going to miss this place.
I hoped out of my 2014 Jaguar F-TYPE and turned to face my new penthouse. It never made sense to me why in books those single, parent less teens always got a house like who you living with a million ghost? Turning around I noticed that the penthouse was sorta isolated surrounded by trees. Joy. Getting in the elevator I noticed that they played those tacky elevator songs, noting to myself that I for sure need to talk to them about that. Hopping out the elevator I looked for my apartment number; 222, 223,224, 225. Finding my number I opened the door slowing not knowing what to expect. To my complete and utter surprise I opened the door to an extremely over done apartment. Sighing I thought bitterly to myself that this was my life now, I was going to live like a spoiled bitch. Letting out a cold unemotionally laugh I closed my door.
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