To Be or Not To Be

One

Amara's P.O.V

I desperately wished I was home binge watching Netflix right now. Why couldn't we have gone to a restaurant? I didn't know this family but my parents seemed to have known them for a long time. Even before they inherited millions.

My family has known the Kindell family for a long time. Something about my dad and Mr. Kindell being old friends or something like that. I didn't want to go but my parents made me. Mom made me even made me wear some modest dress to impress the Kindell family.

"Remember your manners, Amara," My mother reminded me.

"Mom. I'm eighteen. I'm sure I'll remember my manners," I tell her.

"She'll be fine, Sandra," My dad tells my mom.

"Thank you dad," I said.

We walked over to the front door and rang the doorbell. A woman who looked around my parent's age opened it with a wide smile.

"Well hello there! Oh do come in!" She said.

"Rosie, it's been so long," My mother said before giving her a hug.

"Too long."

"Kenneth!" I saw a man said walking over. He gave my dad a pat on the back as they shook hands. So this was the Kindell family.

"It's great to see you guys," My dad tells them.

"Amara! You're so grown up! The last time we saw you, you were hiding behind your mother's legs," Mrs. Kindell laughed. I wish I can remember her a little more. I hardly remember the Kindells.

"It's nice to see you again," I smiled.

"Where's Brennan?" My mother asked them.

"Oh being fashionably late. As always," Mrs. Kindell sighed.

"That's what happens when he's busy running a billion dollar company," Mr. Kindell said.

"Who wants drinks?" Mrs. Kindell asked.

"May I have some water please?" I asked her.

"Of course, Amara," Mrs. Kindell smiled.

"Amara, your father tells me that you will be graduating high school in a month," Mr. Kindell tells me as we all walked over to the kitchen.

"Yes I am," I nodded.

"That must be exciting for you," He tells me.

"It is," I smiled.

"Here you go sweetie," Mrs. Kindell said, giving me a glass of water.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kindell," I smiled.

"Oh call me Rosie. Please," She said. I heard the front door open and close. I looked over to the hallway before looking back at the adults. So I guess I was the youngest here. Something I dreaded.

Being the youngest or being a fresh adult was sometimes a downfall when you have to attend to adult parties. You couldn't drink alcohol, you couldn't do much of the things they did, and you had to act mature.

"I'm apologize for being late," I heard. I saw a handsome guy walk over to us.

His brown hair was neatly combed. He did fit into his CEO title. Handsome, well dressed, and he looked strict. He didn't look too much older than me.

"Brennan, there you are," Rosie said.

I remembered him now. Brennan Kindell was the boy I used to have a crush on... when I was five and he was twelve. I grew out of it when we barely saw each other.