The rich vs the richest

One

"I'm not getting on that boat."

"Eleena Anais Hart, I am not having this conversation with you anymore. You are getting on this boat." My mom snapped at me, as she gave me her intense you better listen to me mother look.

Unfortunately for her, that look stopped working on me when I turned 13.

"I swear you come up with the most stupidest ideas." I cross my arms across my chest. The wind danced around us, pushing my hair in front of my face- but I could still see the angry look on my moms.

The air reeked of fish, and useless chatter was surrounding us. I wished for nothing more but to be in my warm, peach smelling, master bedroom back in Arkansas incaged in my five story mansion; but instead I'm stuck here in Florida as the Atlantic sea impales the atmosphere around me.

The loud ring of the boat horn sang into the crowd, signaling it was time to board.

"You're going, Eleena. End of discussion." My mom firmly planted her ground before fiddling with her purse- I'm assuming finding our passports.

"Why do you feel the need to argue all the time?" Evan, my slightly older brother, said beneath his breath as he stood in between my vision of our mother.

"Entertainment." I flashed my pearly white teeth at him, my cheeks meeting my eyes. He rolled his hazel eyes at me, the sun making them look a pretty green.

"Let's not forget why were in this situation, and who put us here." He raised his eyebrow at me, blaming me for our predicament.

"We swore to never speak of it." I mumbled, making sure my mom doesn't hear our conversation. Every time the subject is brought up, it's like she's hearing it for the first time and freaks out all over again.

"Well I'm just saying." Evan says before walking towards mom. I roll my eyes at him, and in the process I see our chauffeur pulling my pink and mint green luggage out of the back of our Limo.

"Oh no need, Bernie, I'm not getting on the ship." I say sweetly to him, stopping his actions.

"But lady said-"

I waved him off, "she changed her mind." He looked between me and my mom, before letting out a small joking laugh.

"Nice try Ellie Belly." His raspy but relaxing and smooth voice saying my childhood nickname made my mood boost. Bernie has been the family driver since before I was born, and growing up he was the best person to play barbies with.

"Go get your sister." I heard distantly. Before I could click into my brain what was happening, I felt my body being lifted up and bended over like a sack of potatoes.

"Evan! Put me down!" I shrieked as my hands flew behind me to pull down my skirt, making sure I wouldn't flash anyone my laced Victoria Secret underwear. "This is so uncivilized!" I yelled at him and my mom, causing some people around us to roll their eyes.

"God such a drama queen." I heard Evan say, and even tho I couldn't see him I knew he was rolling his eyes at me.

I heard the rolling of suitcase wheels scrape against the concrete, and the more we walked and walked the more I realized that this was the end of my freedom. In two minutes I'll be stuck on a ship for three months, in the middle of nowhere surrounded by rich snobbish people who think they're better than everyone else and judge who is good enough for their sons/daughters. My whole summer is going to be wasted, trying to find a husband I will never love - all thanks to my mom. After I get off this ship I'll be married off.

Goodbye independence.

"Good morning." A deep rich voice greeted us. "Welcome to the creatore di mappe." Of course it's French. "Is this your first time boarding?" The man asked eagerly.