"Jamie! Where's my Coach purse?!" Serena, my 15 year old sister, calls from somewhere downstairs in our massive five million dollar mansion. Serena is a year younger than me, we both go to the same private school, Burton. Yes, private school, mansion, my parents are loaded. My sister, Serena, is a year younger than me and has a blondish red hair, but as of me has pure crimson red hair. My hair looks dyed but I can assure you it isn't. Ok, maybe it is but I just like to make people think it isn't.
"God, how the fuck should I know?" I respond in nearly a yell but making sure my parents don't hear, not that thy even give a shit. Serena is so annoying. Serena has hazel eyes where as mine are an emerald.
I sit in my room in front of my vanity mirror, applying my daily makeup. I see movement coming from my open door and look to my left (where my door is) only to see Serena standing there wide eyed and mouth gaped. My coach purse is placed on my king sized bed. My room looks exactly like Regina George's from Mean Girls.
"You ass, you took my purse!" She yells while running into my room to retrieve the purse. My first instinct is to chase after her to collect my purse that she is claiming belongs to her.
"I didn't take your purse, that's mine I payed for it!" I yell back trying to emphasize my point.
"Mom, Jamie took my Coach purse!" Serena yells to my mom who I'm assuming is down stairs working. You're probably wondering what the hell they do to have that much fucking money. Well, they own a bank together, it's a really successful business. Douglas Banking, run by Catherine and David Douglas. To be honest I don't really care what they do but it's their money so they can to what ever the hell they want.
I rip the purse from the little demon's hands and force her weak body out the doorway and close the door harshly behind her. I plan on using this purse today, even though I'm only going to therapy this evening. My mother is making me go to therapy. She says I don't appreciate all that I have and I should talk to someone about it. I've only been once so far, therefore making this my second time going.
"Jamie hurry up, you'll be late! And drive Serena to Levi's!" I hear my mother's faint voice through my closed door and from down stairs. Levi is Serena's boyfriend, they've been dating for about seven months I think. I'm currenly dating the hottest boy in school, Jullian Matthews. Semi-long blond hair, hazel eyes, and a perfect body. Once again, I've one upped her ass.
I walk out of my room and across the long carpeted floor to get to Seren'a room. Through the door I hear her typical music playing-Taylor Swift. I absolutely hate T-Swift but what can you do?
Instead of being the "polite person" and knocking before entering, I spring open he door to find her lying on her stomach on her bed, beat head phones wrapped around her neck (not plugged in) and her nose stuffed in her Mac computer. When she turned 12, my parents got her her own camera for photography. She grew addicted, so for her thirteenth birthday I bought her the Mac with the money I earned from working with my parents at the soup kitchen when I was 14, so two years ago. She named the computer James, I have no idea why though. And frankly, I don't care.
"There's such thing as knocking!" She scolds. In response I just roll my eyes to her brilliant talent to annoy people, especially me.
"C'mon we have to go. I have therapy," I tell her. My therapists name is Dr.Krey, but I always call him Dr.Drey. It makes me feel better, I don't know why, maybe because we're loaded.
"You have to take me to Levi's though." She says as if I was born yesterday. "Ya no shit Sherlock now let's go." Now with her rolling her eyes this time she finally puts down the computer screen and climbs off her bed while grabbing her own coach purse before leaving her room and closing the door behind her.
We walk down the grand staircase were we pass my dad in the kitchen, on the phone and computer, as expected and doesn't even pay the slightest attention to our presence. He's a tall man, 6'2, salt and pepper hair with thin rectangle glasses.
We continue towards the from door where we pass the study, where my mother was expected. Her too, is on the phone, talking to some customer, and typing away on her computer. She sees us and offers us a small smile, letting us know she does indeed notice us.
"Mom we are going now." Serena says. I know what she's doing, she's seeing if she actually has the decency to answer and act like she cares. "Yeah, yeah honey, have fun." She replied without further eye contact, then goes right back to the person on the other line.
Serena and I exchange a look. A look of disapproval and disappointment. We finally get to the front door where I slip on my Tom wedges and Serena puts on her Tom flats. We walk out into the January air which is chilly and crisp towards my Jeep.
As soon as both doors are closed I quickly place the key in the ignition and blast the warm air through the vents and then the radio up. When the radio sounds through the car, it is the end of Style by Taylor Swift and Riptide by Vance Joy is just beginning.
Serena isn't too happy about her "favourite song ending," but it's ok because my favourite is starting.
After many songs come and go, Black Widow comes on and Serena and I sing our damn hearts out. It began snowing a few songs back I never noticed how heavy it got.
When we come up to a stop light, it just turned yellow so I decide to just go right through it, I can make it.
Out of no where, a big white truck appears to the right side of the car where Serena is and doesn't slow down.
The only thing I remember is the sound of glass shattering and the high pitched scream of my baby sister.
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Forgetting Jamie
Подростковая литератураI wanted to forget to badly about the life that was filled with money and riches and people who adored/feared me. I wanted to start everything over. Then my prayers were answered in the cruelest way... Jamie Douglas is used to getting everything sh...
