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Chapter 1

"Aubrey Renee James get down here now" my mother yelled.

Oh god what did I do this time. Once I heard my mother's voice I booked it down the stairs scared that if I was any slower her anger would get worse.

At the bottom of the stairs I looked around the room and she wasn't in the living room.

" In the kitchen Aubrey, and hurry up!,"

I make my way into the kitchen and the first thing I see is my mother holding up my report card behind the island in the middle of the kitchen, not looking very pleased.

" Yes Mother?," I asked quietly.

" What is this?," She asked holding the paper in the air.

" What do you mean-,"

" A 94 in calculus, come on I thought I raised you better than this," She stated. You could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.

" Mom, I'm sorry I really tried, I -

" If you really tried this grade would be better than this," She snapped.

" I'm sorry I really am, I'll try harder this semester-

" You better, you know what I'm done talking about this. Give me your phone and go to your room," She demanded, holding her hand out.

" But Mom it's just a 94, I really did try, I stayed up late doing that homework. Mrs.Arthur always gives us a ton of homework. I'm sorry," I rambled

" I don't want to hear it, hand it over," Her mother glared at her.

Not wanting to anger my mother anymore I hand over my phone and march back upstairs. Once in my room again I flop on my bed with a loud sigh. Reaching over to my pillow and stuffing my face in it just to muffle out my scream.

It was just a 94, and calculus is so difficult. Why doesn't my mother understand that I'm trying, I really am. Just last night I spent three hours on calculus homework and I still had so much other work on top of that.

The big fashion company called James & Julien Co. Ever hear of it? Well my mother just so happen to be the CEO. She's strict with her employees just like she is with me. She's a hard working woman, don't get me wrong, and I love her. But she expects so much from me and it makes me wonder if she even considers me her daughter or just another one of her employees.

Since I ate dinner already and I finished my homework early for once, I decided to go to bed. Wanting this day to be over already.

...

6:00 a.m.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Aubrey get up! That calculus grade isn't going to raise itself,"

Ugh. Great way to start my morning. The voice of the mother of all things bad.

After laying in bed for a few minutes debating on whether I should smother myself with a pillow or get up, my mother decided to come marching upstairs.

"Aubrey Renee you better be getting ready for school" She pounds on my door. 

" I am"

" You better be"

I waited until I couldn't heard the clicking of her heels down the hallway. 

I got up and went searching though my closet for something to wear. I'm thinking lazy day but not too lazy. So I decided on my grey Make Art Not War sweatshirt, a pair of jeans and my pink slip on vans. I french braided my hair, gave myself one more look in the mirror and headed down stairs.

My mother was sitting at the kitchen table with her reading glasses, taking notes in her note pad while she looks over her companies magazine. Probably looking for things to change before the final product goes out into the world. She didn't even notice my existence until I was walking out the kitchen entrance.

" Goodbye Aubrey"

" Bye"

" You better raise that calculus-"

Before she could finish that statement I shut the front door. Not wanting to hear her voice any longer.