Do You See What I See?
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"Are you serious?" Kayla asked, shock showing clearly on her face. I blushed, why was she always hounding me on relationships. It was absolutely none of her beeswax. "No Kayla, I've never had a boyfriend, I've never been on a date, and I've never had a crush." I muttered to her. We were sitting in my bedroom, hanging out.
Kayla was my Best friend. I've known her since we were in kindergarten. The only problem was with Kayla, was that she was the most talkative person in the world. She never stopped. Her short brown curly hair never stopped bouncing with excitement. Even her hazel eyes never stopped sparkling. Kayla, in my opinion, was just to...upbeat, you could put it.
"Oh god. How come you never told me this before?" She asked. Her excitement soon turned to disappointment. I could only imagine what she was thinking. So, I sighed. "Kayla, why does it even matter?" I grumbled. Boys meant nothing to me, of course to them I was some kind of goddess. Almost every second guys were hounding me.
"Why does it matter?" Kayla asked, looking at me like I was insane. "Julie! We're both sixteen! I had my first boyfriend when I was in fourth grade for god's sake!" She shouted at me. I cringed back into my soft white bed in fear. When Kayla wasn't bouncing around like a telly tubby, she could easily get angry, and boy, when she got angry...it wasn't pretty.
I sighed again, I was getting tired of talking about boys. To me, they just didn't matter as much as Kayla wanted to me to believe. There was a knock on my bedroom door, and I muttered a 'who is it?'. A man answered, "Jacob, my lady. Dinner is served." He told me, without opening the door. I groaned and got up. Jacob was yet another butler that roamed in my gigantic mansion.
My father ran a famous company that dragged in millions a month. We were filthy rich, but being filthy rich doesn't fill in happiness. Father never came to see me, and it seemed like every week he was married to another girl. The last one looked like she could still be in high school, and I highly hoped that she hadn't been. Dad was cruel, and it seemed like he had no heart anymore.
When my mother died a few years ago, he died as well. Dad was so nice and loving when mom was here, he was world's number one dad, but when she died in an awful car accident...he changed completely. Dad put all his time into his business, and I hardly ever saw him. He then started this whole marriage crap, and eventually moved out of this house.
Dad lives in some mansion, probably bigger then this one, with his 'wives'. After his fifth, I stopped counting, and trying to remember their names. I figured it was no use, because I'd never see them again. So anyway, I lived by myself in this mansion. Butlers and maids may be here to work, but I'm alone. It's not really fun to be living in this mansion by myself, it gets so lonely.
I brushed my pretty strawberry blonde hair, putting it up into a messy bun and got up to face Kayla again. She started leading out the door to the dining room. Kayla knew my house just as well as I did, it seemed like she lived here most of the time. You see, Kayla's mother died too a few years ago, and her dad went insane.
He started abusing her, and coming home drunk. I thought it would be a good thing just to let her stay here. Her dad never noticed her absence anyway, too busy at bars. So as I said, she practically lived here. We finally reached the dining room, and Kayla swung open the door. The dining room was amazing, it had marble floors and beige walls. A huge wooden dining table with a marble top dominated the room, and right above it was a diamond chandelier.
I sighed, yet again, and we both took seats next to each other. A chef walked in and set two lobster thermadores on the table in front of us.
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