I placed my bags down on my *New* front porch. Yes- I moved. All the way from New York to California. I have a dog named Bella and-I heard muffled voices down the street. I walked closer. "DID I TELL YOU TO MAKE FAJITAS? I SAID ENCHILADAS! YOU FREAKIN' IDIOT! JEEZ SONYA DO I NEED TO BUY YOU A HEARING AID?" I saw a for sale sign on that house's front lawn, so I wouldn't have to hear that for very long. And also, there were boxes on their porch. And by the way, before that snobby old lady interrupted me, my name is Erica Pines, I'm 23 years old and I'm a billionaire. I bought a house a couple houses next to Selena Gomez's house... Yeah. I know what you're thinking, I'm a spoiled brat and I get everything I want. Well, NO. I just have A LOOOOOOOT of money! My friend Breanna and I always make more money too! Lemonade stands, sandwich huts, and more. I just hope I get to be friends with Selena. Oh, that would be so nice. Wouldn't it?
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The Rich One
Teen FictionErica Pines, a 23 year old billionaire has a lot on her plate—and she wants even more.
