As the aristocratic Blanchette family leaves for their yearly vacation, don't forget to say goodbye to them... and their wealth!
Yes, they're rich, and yes, they're oblivious to the rotting world around them, but this vacation's going to make them...
"C'mon, Kay!" Brianna hollered. "Dad's already in the car!" Kasey, her little sister, spitefully took her time descending down the long double staircase leading to the main foyer. It was crafted with the most dazzling ivory with polished ebony handrails. It was one of the main architectural wonders of the Blanchette family's mansion.
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"Ugh! Slow down. We don't want to be too early for our flight," Brianna muttered sarcastically. The two sisters put on their jackets and shoes as the Blanchette's housekeeper, Jennifer, brought out the last of the family's luggage.
"Did you remember to take off the luggage tags from our last trip?" Brianna asked "We don't want our bags ending up in Maui again."
"Yes, Miss Brianna," Jennifer replied. She followed the girls out to the car, with one suitcase in each hand. Mr. Blanchette stood outside the grey Audi Q3, his arms crossed. He scowled harshly so that his bushy eyebrows hid behind the top of his thick-rimmed glasses.
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"Hurry up. Our flight leaves in half an hour," he growled "you're mother's been in that front seat for almost 10 minutes waiting for you two." Brianna and Kasey got into the car and put on their seatbelts. Outside, Jennifer loaded the suitcases into the trunk and took the spare house key from Mr. Blanchette.
"We'll be gone for about 2 weeks. Take care of everything," he said.
"Yes, sir," Jennifer replied "have a good trip, sir." She watched patiently as the family drove off to the airport. As soon as the Audi was out of sight, she immediately went back into the mansion and opened a large bottle of vodka. She went back outside, bottle in hand, locked the front door, and stumbled into her own car.
"Those stuck-up idiots think I'll stick around and do as I'm told," she muttered. "Not for long, haha! Have fun in Casablanca, suckers!"
She sat in the driver's seat, periodically sipping from the bottle, trying to come up with a way to spend her night off. After the 7th or 8th sip , she started the car and awkwardly left the driveway, with plans to hang around the downtown area of the city for a while.
