The Secret Identity

Prologue

Samantha

"SAMANTHA ALLISON SMITH GET YOUR ASS OFF YOUR BED!" my mother shouted.

I groaned, getting my other pillow and blocking my ears, "Give me five more minutes" I mumbled in my pillow.

"You've been saying that for an hour" she said, raising an eyebrow at me.

"All right, all right, I'm up." I put my hands up in the air in defense and ran a head in my hair sighing. Why do schools need to start at 8am?

I rolled my way out of bed easily in other words, falling off and landing on my ass, if that's what you mean by rolling of your bed.

I made my way to my bathroom, I know it's big, not my fault my dad is a lawyer & my mom's a doctor, like seriously, I hate being rich. Wanna know why? People use you for your money, and most of the kids in my school are only friends with me because of my money, it's fucking annoying.

Oh wait, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Samantha Allison Smith, or Sam. I prefer to be called Sam since Samantha is too long for me, or I just hate my name. I'm 5'9, British-American & I go to East High School, you know, High School Musical?

And this is my bedroom, it's really spacious and I love it. We just moved in from England, since my mom is being transferred and my mom doesn't want to be alone so she brought us with her, and about my dad? He quitted his job so he can stay with us and work here, he really loves my mom that much huh.

Anyways, I stripped down my clothes and went inside my shower, hot water, I shampooed my hair, washed my body, washed my face, shaved my legs, arms & armpits so I won't feel like a cactus & dried myself.

I put on my clothes, sure I may be a good girl, but this is my type of clothing & my parents don't complain. But I must behave though, no drugs, but alcohol is fine with them since I can really control my liquor. I'm 18 now, I'm a senior & trust me, I know this is gonna be the best school year ever, I can feel it.

I brushed my teeth, and went downstairs to the dining room to be met by my dad, mum & my loving brother, note the sarcasm, Mason.

My mom & my dad met at a flower shop, so cliche. My brother is a junior, popular jerk, but he can be sweet sometimes. Sometimes. He's your average player, getting every girl, then get into their pants and leave them hanging, he still have those good grades though, average ones. Not the straight A's but, just average enough to make my mum and dad proud.

"Good morning" they all said, "morning" I said sitting on the chair. "You excited for your senior year?" dad asked, "Heck yeah" I replied while eating my breakfast.

"Manners young lady" he scolded.

"Sorry" I said, my mouth still full. He just chuckled and shook his head.

"How about you Mason?" mum asked, eating her meal gracefully.

"Excited" he replied, eating his apple.

"Good. Your school starts at 8am and it's already 7:30, finish your meals and leave them at the dishwasher" mum said.

"Ok" me and Mason mumbled.

After eating, we all went our separate ways, my dad in his Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG Black Series, mum in her 2014 Aston Martin Vanquish, me and Mason in my Rolls-Royce Phantom, I love my baby I never let anyone use it. ANYONE.

We said our goodbyes to each other and went off. After 10 minutes of driving, I checked the time. 7:50am, only 10 minutes left. As I pulled up my baby, I saw an awful lot of stares and people whispering. As me and Mason got out of the car, boys were looking at me up and down, and girls were LITERALLY drooling over my brother. Ew.

We pushed the doors and were welcome by the lovely scent of school.

Senior life here I come.