The plane hit the runway with little bump I turned to Alex sitting next to me I got a proper look at him it had been 6 months since I saw him last he had a classic blonde boy band look. But he was far from that as we touched down he pulled up the blind and sighed "You need to change" I was in my Royal Prep uniform "Why?" I asked I didn't see what was wrong and clearly I forgot my image "Why? Maybe cause you have red ends to your hair your gang tattoo is showing and your biker boots as much as I love them don't fit the 'cute little sister' image Charlie has going for you" I thought for a moment and Alex was right but I was 15 I didn't fit the image like I used too. Alez tossed a duffle bag at me "Go to the bathroom and change I'll try hold off the wolves" he smiled if Taz and Geogria could see him now I'm sure they would faint fingers crossed Charlie would let them stay over soon. I locked the bathroom door behind me and opened the dufflebag and pulled out a natural black wig (to hide my red ends) and worse of all a sundress and sandals with a jacket I rolled my eyes. Charlie had created a innocent little sister look for me at least to the media but the gangs in America and beyond knew to fear my name. I pulled the jacket to hide my tattoo you may ask how I at 15 got a tattoo well money of course it would make you sick the things I could get if I flashed a few bills. I stepped out of the bathroom to see Alex with a stupid smile on his face he looked at me and started to laugh "Shut it Alex" he wiped a tear from his eye and straightened up "Let's got Danny" the whole gang called me Danny or Dan and I prefered it to Danita I don't know what my mother was thinking and we'll my dad? By that time he was dead. The door of the plane opened and immediately a fake cutesy smile appeared on my face the car was only a few steps away close but not close enough. Alex walked beside me shielding me from the cameras. He opened the door to the car though I could do it myself I got in quickly and shut the door twice as quick Alex hopped in beside me and sighed "That was a stress" he said "I hate it everytime" I grabbed the hem of my dress "At least you don't have to wear this" I said in an annoyed tone "True true" he replied he let his head hit the back of the seat and closed his eyes and I did just the same.
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The West Way
RomanceNew York penthouses. Rows of them. Each one as beautiful as the last. Each one with a different story and a different family. The one to your right belongs to Mr.Newbridge and his family rich and arrogant every last one of them. The one above his th...
