A Real Trip

The Postitive Beginning

I woke up feeling great! Today I had the coolest job in the world. House sitting for the one and only Markipler! Sure helped when your his old friend from elementary and his next door neighbor too I guess. But, whateverI got dressed into a pair of black leggings and a dark purple dress shirt with golden claw marks on the back, leather boots and a golden hairband went into my jet black hair. After that was done I went into the bathroom to do my makeup and other basic nessesities like brushing my teeth and making sure everything was clean before I left. My pale translucent skin was made up and I texted Mark to let me know I was on my way over to his plac" Allrighty Sara Lee! " Was his reply as I was rolling my suitcase out the door.Sara was my actual name. But Mark, being Mark,had always had a entire arsenal of nicknames for me since we were little. I only rolled my eyes and walked over to the well known , much recognized Markiplier Manor. Most known for its role in the the " Who killed Markipler?" Series of videos on YouTube. My family had also been wealthy and I was now the only heir to a gigantic fortune of over five billion dollars. I wasn't one of those rich kids in LA who rode around in a Ducatti and a Chihuahua under my arm inside a Gucci purse. Hell to the NO!  I preferred to wear dark clothes like an emo and shop at thrift shops. Taking small jobs and earning some pay the old fashion way. With hard work and dedication.I rolled my suitcase up to the front gate with a smile on my face, typing in the pass code that let me in without needing Mark's approval on his end. The gates opened and I heard Mark's voice in the driveway. "I'm running late Sara, so your going yo have to let yourself inside, you know where Chica's leash is and the emergency numbers are right?" He called coming into view. His red and black hair was askew and as usual there was a huge grin on his friendly face. He was just stuffing his own suitcase into the back of his taxi when I got sight of him. I waved grinning back, walking up to him and stopping. "Hey Mark." I said helping him by shoving the overly stuffed suitcase into the trunk with a bit of force and closing the trunk up. Beside me Mark exhaled in relief." Whew! Thanks. I was going to ask the driver, but I found out it's a real looker in the front seat!" I shook my head and chuckled at his remarks. Typical Mark, I said to myself. Go to ask for help until you see it's a hot girl in the driver's seat. Men. I turned to him still smiling." Seriously? Just cause she's hot? " I asked with a hint of laughter still in my voice. "And yes, I know where all the phone numbers and where Chica's leash is. Along with the REAL emergency numbers are. Fast food IS an emergency you know" I said with a serious look. Mark laughed at me. " Yes I know it is. I AM a youtuber after all! Man needs food fast when your busy making greatness!" He said getting to the side of the taxi and getting the door opened. He gave me a non joking face. " You sure your going to be OK for this long at my place?" I nodded confifently. " Yup. I'm good." I shrugged putting my hands into my pockets. "I have everything under control Mark, don't worry about a thing. "I said reassuring him with a smile." Its just four weeks. Plus, you're going to be surrounded by adoring fans who think your the the shit, great friends and basically get paid for fucking around on a stage with your buddies. Sounds great to me. Not like work at all."Mark nodded. " I know, it's just that, its only been a few months since your parent's car crash and I don't want to leave you alone for so long without anyone to talk to."He was sincere, looking down for a moment on the hood of the car.Then back at me with a sadness in his eyes. My parents he'd died suddenly, four months ago. A car slammed into my parent's limo while driving next to a cliff in the rain. The only reason why I hadn't died that day was because I was here, at Mark's house, helping with editing videos. Not on my way to a meeting of LA's past elites.Again I shrugged. " It's fine Mark. I do have this new power. It's called texting. I can text you if I need to talk. Now go, before you miss your flight to London and disapoint the poor little Lucky Charm who's been dying to see you again." Of course I was talking about the one and only Jackeseptieye, the hilarious green haired Irishman living in England. He was meeting with Mark to collaborate on a new video with Pewdiepie and Natewantstobattle. It was going to be totally epic and I couldn't wait to edit it. Cause that meant I would see it before the rest of the world. Wasn't I blessed? " All right, ALRIGHT, Mom, I'm LEAVING OK? " Mark emphasised with a funny face that remindedw of Jeff Dunham's puppet called Walter." Just...... Remember not to go into the basement. "That was the one real rule he ever set for me. Not to go in the basement.Like the fricken Goosebumps book! But I didn't argue with it. After all, it was his house and not mine. No matter how bizzare the rule was. I nodded seriously. "Yup. Live a damn R.L Stine book like it's still the 90's and get eaten by the awful, horrible creature your hiding down there." I joked sticking my tounge out at him. Mark just shook his head at me." I mean it Sara, NO BASEMENT."I nodded with a groan." Yes Dad, no parties and no basement. " the taxi driver stuck her blonde head out the window with impatient glare at my beat friend. Her voice was something straight off the Jersey shore. Looked kinda like a white blond Snooki, but hey, its LA"Uh. Mr. Fishman, we need to SO get going if we're going to, like, MAKE IT." God, that was annoying!And , I didn't feel bad for my buddy in the least. He was the one stuck with the nearly two hour car ride with this voice, not me. I grinned at him evilly and took my suitcase's handle into my hand again, walking past him. " have like, FUN, I will see you , like , LATER." I said in a tone mimicking the driver's voice. Mark waved and got into the backseat of the taxi with a wave. Soon the car drove away and I went into the mansion alone. Ready to start my day and my newest job with a spring in my step and a bunch of good vibes.