It Began With a Dare

Chaper 4: Hey Gorgeous, I know you!

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Chaper 4: Hey Gorgeous, I know you!

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

What's in front of me isn't just any house, it's a freaking mansion! Wait, no, correction. It's a,

Freaking.

Enormous.

Mansion.

Could the Harrisons get any richer? Since there are only Mr and Mrs Harrison, do they have the need for such a large mansion? Perharps some people needs to have it all... Or maybe I never seen a mansion in seventeen years of life before. And this was the exact kind of mansion that every human being on earth would imagine themselves living in!

The mansion itself emitted an atmosphere of high authority and power. Funny how a mansion itself can give you that kind of feelings, but it just felt like that. Its walls were painted a pale, shiny gradient white with a deep brick red painted roof top. The mansion was surrounded with glass window, covered with coloured curtains. Overall, I think I'm gonna enjoy myself in the mansion by the looks of it. I make a point to myself to ask my parents what is Mr Harrison working as. I only knew that my dad was a small personal assisstant to mr Harrison, nothing else.

We were now outside the gates in the car, waiting for those majestic metallic gold gates to open up. the gates slowly opened smoothly, and the limo (Yes, mr Harrison owe a freaking black limo!) drove inside the pathway. Once again, I finding myself looking out of the window and gawking at the mansion in front of me that was getting nearer and nearer in sight each second.

I wonder how would life be if I'm going to live here forever. Okay, maybe not forever, but for at least a period of my life? At least a few days? Imagine those bedrooms I've forever and always dreamt of having! A king sized bed, a large plama television hanging from the wall, facing the bed, a walk in closet, a stylish pink dresser, etc. Back at my now collasped house, I slept in a single person sized bed, had a tiny wardrobe and a small wooden dresser. And, not to mention, I didn't have a private bathroom. I had to use the one downstairs, or the one in my parent's bedroom. Even so, it was kinda small.

Even better, perharps the bathrooms in this mansion are going to be like those 5 or 6 star hotel looking ones! Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not a person ho thinks about bathrooms when 'visiting' other people's homes. But when you find yourself in a situation, like mine, you'll start thinking about it. We bathe everyday, don't we not? I'm so going to spend at least an hour in those luxurious bath-

'Crys Honey, are you getting down? We are here.' My mother's voice snapped me out of my trance. She knocked on the window to get my attention. Oh, we are here already? I arched my neck, looking around the car. Everyone has gotten down the car.

"Uh, yes,' I answered, a blush rising up to my cheeks, when I realised everyone was at the front doors, about to enter, but probably waiting for me, and supposingly, my little daze to end too. I hate being in the centre of the attention.

I get out of the limo, as just I saw another man dressed in black suit and pants get in the limo and drove it to the garage. And, that's when I saw it. 2 black mercedes, 1 sliver and green limos and 1 black flashy looking sports car. Wow. That's simply...rich. All my family ever owned was a small looking jeep.

Mr Harrison unlocked the doors and let us in. Let's just say, I'm beyond impressed. the inside was just as beautiful as the outside, if not, 10 times better. The walls were a pale shiny gradient white, just like the outside. In the living room, there were couches that was arranged in a 'U' shape, surrounding a ovalish long glass table in the middle. There was a large plasma television hanging on the wall, facing the couches. There was a huge stairway with gold barriers leading up to the rest of the mansion.