Money

Chapter 1

{From now on the story will be from Angeline's POV, it will no longer be third person}

"Thank you Eddie" I say, closing my bedroom door. Our butler nods his head and smiles,
"Your quite welcome Miss Angeline. I believe Mr and Mrs Bryone-Ivis are waiting for you in the sitting area." he informs me in his thick, posh accent. I turn and walk down the wide marble staircase, my hand resting on the cool, grey-white banister. When I reach the bottom of the stairs I walk into the large sitting room where mum and dad are sat, they smile as I sit down opposite from them, at the other end of the cream-coloured, leather sofa.
"Happy Birthday Angeline," Mum says, she hands me a small black box and gestures for me to open it. I tug on the lid and it snaps open. There's a gold necklace lying on the small padded cushion, there's a charm hanging off of it in the shape of a heart.
"Turn it over" Mum prompts, I gently turn the heart over,
Happy 13th Birthday xxx
It reads,
"Thank you mum, thank you dad." I walk to there side of the sofa and give them a small hug each.
"Don't worry, that's not all we have for you," Dad explains, "we've organised a surprise for later, we wanted to do it for one of your earlier birthdays but we thought your thirteenth would be the right occasion."
Ah, so that explains why there's no pile of presents under the plasma screen tv this year. I don't mind, I'd be happy to get a Crunchie and a Starbucks hot chocolate for my birthday, I don't care about money, people say I have everything I could ever wish for and I suppose I do-to them, but there's just this one more, other tiny little thing that I wish I could have. A bit of love from my parents, to them money equals love, love equals money.
I flop down onto to the sofa but mum takes hold of my hand and tugs at it to get me back up, she drops it's straight after I stand.
"Your birthday breakfast will probably be ready, Maggie's been cooking it for the past half an hour." She tells me. I step through the arch that connects the dining room to the sitting room and make my way around the big dinner table, to the kitchen island where I normally eat breakfast. But I'm directed back towards the table by Maggie, who gives me a warm smile and whispers happy birthday whilst shielding my breakfast from view. I take a seat opposite mum and dad, again and wait. Maggie appears minutes later with a silver plate, it's contents hidden by a silver dome. She places the plate before me and removes the dome, pancakes, a bowl of strawberries, a cherry flavoured yogurt, strawberry jam in a small bowl, toast and a bowl of fruit and nut cereal along with a small glass of milk.
"Enjoy." Maggie gives me another warm smile before returning to the kitchen, probably getting ready to start my co-ordinated, blue lunch, or maybe it's green, who knows?