I woke up on the plane just as it was landing. Within minutes, people were flooding out of the plane. I heard the lady at the terminal shouting out different flights as I stuffed my luggage in the limo My parents rented. Apparently, Since my dad is a lawyer and My mom is a model, we make alot of cash. It was funny to look at my parents cuddling together in the limo smiling. My dad in his pinstrip suit that made him look like a modern day mobster and my mom, with her perfect pin straight light brown hair, stunning bright blue eyes, and her model body. I have my mom's Eye's and hair (even though I dye mine) and i guess I get everything else from my dad. Lucky me that my dads one handsome dude.
But then, there I was. The daughter of a lawyer and a model, you'd probably think I looked so perfect and proper and all. But I was the exact oppisite. I was and always will be the black sheep of the family. "So Brooke, are you excited to see the new house?" My mom asked me, snapping me out of my trance. "Oh, um, Honestly?" I asked her dragging my attention away from the window to my mom. "Of course honestly." she said frowning. "Not really, but I guess we'll see right." I said looking at her with a blank expression.
I guess I fell asleep in the car too, considering I woke up just as we pulled up in front of a mansion! "Oh..My..God..." I said wide eyed as I got out of the limo. "Beautiful, huh?" My dad said smiling and putting his arm around me. I instantly ran all around the house. We had a huge dining room with a crystal chandaler, six bathrooms, eight bedrooms, a study, a library, a giant kitchen, a living room and family room, a gaming room, a theater room, and so much more. Next to the house was a smaller, normal looking house. My mom told me that that small house was the servants quarters. In the huge backyard, we had a two level pool house with a kitchen, a bathroom, a small living room, and a bedroom! Plus, the HUGE pool and the hot tub. It was Awesome!
"Are you done yet darling?" My mom said laughing as I walk back into the kitchen. My dad was there next to her smiling with his arm around her. My parents never looked so happy. But I didn't know what to think or feel yet. "Uh, ya. Now wheres my room?" I said all jittery. "Any room you choose." my dad said. He then added "your free to go wild again now." he said slightly laughing. Hey obviously noticed my excitment. "Eeek!" I squeked as I ran up one of our two staircases. Think those staircases you would see in the front area or ball room of a palace. Ya, thats right. I had one of those.
I soon choose a massive room on the third floor. Within three days every room in our house was fernished. And no, not in old, elagant, antique things either. It was generally pretty cool actually.it was Modern. My room Had two walk in closets that were stuffed with clothes. I had a firplace, a flat sceen, my mini fridge, my custom bed (it was a giant half bed half couch hybrid. Awesome!) a new desk, loads of book shelfs, a dresser, a vanity with a huge mirror and it fit all of my hair and makeup stuff, plus so much more. I was starting to like it. But I still really missed Chloe, Josh, and especially Andy.
"Brooke Drake Christene Heartly, get down here now! There are people you need to meet!" My mom yelled at me through the intercom. I went over to the wall, pushed the button and spoke. "Yes mother. But I just woke up, k. So first off, chill. And Second, ill be down in a minute. At least let me get my slippers on." and with that, she simply responded "fine."
When I got downstairs, i saw 11 people standing in a line. I was honestly scared as too what was gonna happen next. "Sweetie, meet our staff." My dad said pointing to the line of people. By the time I finished shaking hands, I had learned that we had four maids. Lauren, Annabell, Sarah, and Beatrice. I had met our gardener, Pedro, who took care of our gardens and trees and such. I met our two butlers, Alfred and Carson. Carson was actually only two years older than me. I had met our cook, Stefan, who was french, along with his sue chef David. Our Driver, Alexander. And then there was our personally assistant, Molly. She was there to help me, my dad, but mostley my mom with anything we needed.
"Uh, hi. I'm gonna go take a nap now." "Brooke, no your not. Alexander is taking you to the beach." I couldn't help but stare at her. My jaw must've hit the floor. "But, Mom! I'm tired, i dont WANT TO go to the beach, and I look like crap. I still have to get actual clothes.I have enough for a week of life." My mom simply threw a bag at me that had sunscreen, a bikini, water, sunnglasses, and tanning oil at me. "Now get in the limo." "Ugh, Fine." And with that I slugged out to the car.
"Which Beach to you wish to visit Miss Heartly?" that was Alexander. "Um, Venice" And with that, we were off with me still changing in the back.
