the senator's daughter

one

Summer went by quickly.

I had just awoken on my father's plane and was looking out the window to the Atlantic.

I fell in love in the city of love. NOT WITH A BOY! With myself.

The makeover wasn't a bad idea after all. Who would've thought that Hadley Thomas would ever know the importance of eyebrows.

I spent a lot of time with my Mother on the trip, and quickly became a bit of an American princess. My mother and father were no strangers to magazines back home, and their new found daughter was quite a target. "Where did she come from?" Was a frequently used headline, and I was curious of the same thing.

I was excited to go to school for the first time in, well, EVER. I could finally make friends!

"Breakfast, Ms. Thomas?" The attendant asked. There was a variety of French pastries, so I quickly agreed and took a few and continued gazing out the window.

The times I actually got to see my father were times the press was around. I was upset at first, but atleast I got to see him. I finally had a relationship with my mother, but I felt like I'd never have one with my Dad.

He was so out of reach.

Before I knew it, I was being carted off the plane and squeezed into a blacked out escalade all by myself. I didn't even get to say goodbye to my parents. But that wasn't new to me.

It was a 45 minute ride to the campus. My parents never brought my to D.C, so the time passed quickly looking around at the sights.

I was wearing a maroon loose shirt with white jeans and a grey sweater. I learned to walk in heels, so I was wearing the nude Prada pumps my mom got me for my 16th birthday. My previously untamable long, light brown hair was controlled into leftover loose curls from the gala last night in Paris. And I did all my getting ready (including putting on makeup) on a small airplane bathroom while we were going through turbulence. I feel very athletic and skilled. Go Hadley!

We pulled into the circle drive of the school, and I saw what seemed to be the administration waiting for me. School didn't start for a week so I didn't need my uniform yet, (which was still ugly even compared to my previous one from Midwestern: aka plaid threw up on a skirt. NASTY).

The driver stopped the car and I let myself out of the car before he got to me, because believe it or not, I CAN OPEN A DOOR. I'm not sure if chauffeurs know that or not. I stepped out of the car and was immediately greeted by a stern looking but cheerful man who seemed to be at least 60.

"Hello Ms. Thomas, and welcome to our school. We are very glad to have you." He said shaking my hand.

"Thank you."

"I'm James Showman, president of Lincoln International. If you'll follow me, I'll introduce you to the rest of the administration."

"Thank you." I repeated.

I turned to see my bags being loaded onto a cart and a very flustered chauffeur. I opened my mouth to say I wanted to help, but President Showman dragged me inside.

After meeting what seemed like a billion older people, I was then showed to my room by President Showman.

"We just renovated all of the living quarters over summer break. You will have a roommate, and it seems that she's already here!" He said smiling.

"Monica Clemente! It's good to see you again!" Clemente, I knew that name.

"You too President Lawrence! It's good to be back!" She smiled. She was most definitely Spanish. "You must be Hadley, I'm Moni. But if you're into fancy sh- I mean stuff, you can call me Monica."