Once upon a time (Edit in process)

Chapter 5

*you're crush.*

*I dont have a crush. what crush?*

*John ranier williams.*

*what the? he's not my crush.*

*realllyyy... --note the sarcasm--*

*ok. so he used to be.*

*but you still blush when he's around.*

*No! okay, yes. but still.. he WAS my crush. and what if he found out.*

*he probably will.*

*yeah yeah. because it's so obvious.. blah blah blah. why are you having dinner with him?*

*nothing.. his father and my father work together.*

*oh. is that so?*

*okay. listen i need to go. it's a miracle that theres one bar of signal in the elevator. so buh bye.*

*bye :)* i stepped out of the elevator with my parents and followed the william family outside. to their. LIMO?!

the chaffeur opened the limo door for us and the williams family casually got in as if they rode a limo every day. I looked like a fool just standing there with my eyebrows raised and my mouth slightly open. i went in the limo after my parents and just looked around casually as if I wasn't surprised there was a tv inside. A wine cooler. a small fride and a glass barrier between the driver and the occupants. and the seats are a deep shade of red. it was so soft. there's even a small chandelier in here.!!!

and.. my father and Mr. williams started to talk about business again... soon my mom and deborah started to talk about clothes. Oh this is going to one grat night!! -note the the sarcasm- and ranier was just listening to music in his IPod. oh my, i forgot mine!! so i decided to look out the window of the limo the city was great. bright lights. row of trees passing by.. it was near December so it was pretty cold outside. god thing i remebered to bring my coat at the last minute.

We arrived at the restaurant, the finest one in the city, I saw this in one of the magazines. It's like a French cuisine and Italian cuisine. So many different choices! Great. I'm just going to enjoy the food.

We went in and someone took my coat, and led us to a more private area of the restaurant, a few minutes later the waiter arrived and placed 2 sorts of starters one small bowl of hard sticks of bread from the Italian part an some garlic bread, of course from the french. As I nibbled on a piece of garlic bread and looking at the menu, my father and mother were discussing what we should eat.

Then later on, we ordered. One big special pizza for all of us to share and I ordered soup in a bread bowl, mother and free ordered pasta and I don't really care what the William family ordered but I guess it was mushroom soup.

The dinner went in pretty boringly, but the food was great, the service, the atmosphere. They discussed more about business, earning a few nods and disagreements on my side. But other than that I kept quiet. I wasn't really interested in business. I'd probably do something else.

We said our goodbyes as the limo dropped us off at the hotel and I went straight to my room after I said goodnight to my parents.

I switched on the light and I gasped. My room was a mess, a complete MESS!! vases were shattered my clothes were a pile on the floor and my magazines were ripped. my shoes were thrown everywhere. 

"What the hell?" I whispered. i searched for my phone and tried to call the police.

"hello police? i need your he--"

Then someone grabbed me from behind covering my mouth, then i blacked out.

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as i fluttered my eyes open but i was greeted my darkness. what the hell?