I have posted a random section of this story and people have asked me to post the whole thing so I've decided to post the first chapter. Rip this to shreds if you desire!
Jade
I smiled as I watched a clear, crystal wave bash against the hard rocks of the shore like a lion attacking it's pray. I had the most perfect life. Nothing ever went wrong for me, and if anything ever did go wrong then my dad was always there to fix it.
I remember once when I was eight, I had to do a school project on the solar system and whoever did the best project won a chance to go to Alton Towers, the nearest theme park. I was dying to win the competition and go to Alton Towers, but unfortunately for me, I was far from good at science. The day I got the information, I told my father. The next thing I knew, he was organizing for one of his assistants to prepare a grade A project for me. I won the trip, of course. People were complaining that I didn't do it myself but it wasn't my fault. I was better than them, so I deserved better. My smile faded.
Thinking back ,I guess it was rather unfair. I don't do things like that nowadays though, I'm a bit to old for theme parks. It would be extremely immature for a fifteen year old to get excited over that.
I breathed in the fresh sea air that had wrapped itself around my relaxed body as another glistening wave crashed against the rocks. Part of me wished that a wave could pick me up and carry me away from everything. I loved being alone, away from everyone.
I loved Amber fountains. It was the best place I could have possibly dreamt of living. It had everything from forests, fields and glorious beaches. Most importantly though ,it had wealth.
I loved spending time on the beach. I loved how everything is so beautiful, but so different. Difference itself is beauty. How nothing is the same and how every single thing is beautifully different in it's own unique way.
It was beginning to get dark but I hadn't really noticed. I felt the warm sand slowly sinking as I prodded over it in my bare feet and I felt the slight breeze of the gentle wind run through my brunette hair. I breathed in deeply again, tasting the salt water in the air. I wasn't often allowed down here, not on my own anyway.
I normally had to come down to the beach with Emily or Sean, my older siblings. My parents were beginning to let me come here on my own now though and that really did make me feel grown up. I know that feeling this made me slightly immature, but I felt quite proud of that fact.
My parents get on pretty well as well. I didn't always get along with my brother and sister though. Once, when I was ten, I had eaten my brothers last piece of birthday cake and he wouldn't speak to me for a month! That's the problem with Sean, he acts so spoilt sometimes.
It was really starting to get late now, the air was getting slightly cooler as well. I was going back to school after the summer holidays in about four weeks but I was dying for the summer holidays to never end, to last a lifetime.
I spent lots of time socializing, but whenever I went out I would sit and watch my friends laugh, and act so carelessly. When they began realizing that I wasn't dancing or anything, they would ask me to join them, and I would. I would laugh along with them but inside, my heart was begging for them to leave me alone. I realized that I was daydreaming again so I turned around towards the direction of my house.
The smell of salt water gradually got weaker as I walked further and further away from the beach. No one else ever came to the beach, my parents privately owned it, although they didn't privately own the whole beach, just that small part. My father had bought it for Emily, Sean and me but it was mine really, my siblings never came here.
The sand was beginning to disappear under my feet and was being replaced with smooth, multicoloured pebbles.
I could see my house now. My house was big. Really big. I kept walking as I looked at the three floors of my house, from every window to every door. There is the front door, of course, the two side doors and one door placed rather randomly on one side of the house. It used to be an old Victorian house but my dad doesn't like old things so he refurnished it completely and had it, what he calls 'modernfied'. I've never told him this but I preferred the house a lot more before it was 'modernfied'.
As I neared my house I thought again about my life. I had everything, there was nothing I didn't have. I suddenly paused as I reached for the handle of the front door and thought. If I had all of this, If I had everything,then why did I feel so unhappy?
Charlie
I live in a mansion, a grand mansion with fancy paintings all over my walls, I have six incredible sport cars and bag loads of money. I have a kind, caring mum and dad and a brother that I've never had an argument with in my entire life. I'm living the dream, I'm the one that everyone aspires to be. I am rich, beautiful and my life is absolutely perfect. Ha. In my dreams.
I opened my eyes and stared at my bedroom wall. I felt stupid for feeling this, but for a small, hopeful moment I actually thought that I would my open my eyes and see a mansion standing in front of me with endless amounts of hallways and floors. Only for a small moment though. A very small, extremely hopeful moment.
Everyone tells me that money doesn't bring happiness but anything was better than what I had. At least when your rolling in the stuff you can use it to comfort you, even if it is fake comfort, at least it's some kind of comfort. I had none of that though.
I dreamt every day. I would spend most of my time simply lying on my bed and dreaming like I was doing today. I dreamt of what life would be like if I lived in Amber Fountains and not stupid old Crystal Fountains. Every day I dreamt of getting picked up by a chauffeur who drives me home from Amber Fountain secondary school in a posh, black limo.
I sighed. I could never even hope to get into Amber Fountain secondary school, you either had to be stinking rich, like the people form that area, or seriously smart. Both of which I was not. I wasn't thick exactly but I wasn't grade A standard either and I was definitely not rich. I made a huge mistake once and told my brother, Will, about my 'dreams'. Unsurprisingly, Will just laughed in my face along with my dad.
Will was my twin brother but he didn't act anything like my brother, let alone my twin brother. He didn't even look like me because we were non identical twins. Will had chestnut coloured hair while mine was a shaggy jet-black. I was quite a lot taller than Will as well and he had brown freckles dotted all over his face like a children's dot to dot. I on the other hand didn't have a freckle in sight.
There was one thing similar about us though. Our eyes. We both had dark, emerald green eyes. Will looked like my dad really, same hair, same face, same nose. I look liked my mum though. I had her dark hair, her spotless skin and her slightly curved smile. I realized that I was clenching my fists.
I loved it when I'm in my bedroom on my own. I could shut myself away from the world, forget. Forget about everything. I sighed.
What was the point? What is the point in anything? What is the point in sunlight? To live I suppose, but then what is the point in living if someday you are just going to die? If you think about it, every thing's point in this world is for living. The point in water is to keep you alive, the point in food is to keep you alive, tree's are there to keep you alive, so are animals, birds, clothes, everything.
The one thing that I didn't understand though is the point in living itself if you're just going to die anyway? Yeah, life sucks.
I sighed once more and realized that I was still staring at my wall. Well, I was staring at the hole on top of my wall really, which had been created form rain and my dad hadn't bothered to get it sorted. He never bothered about me but the second there was something wrong in Will's life, my father was the first to do something about it.
Will's had loads of holes in his wall and my dad had mended every single one. I never complained though because I deserved it. I deserved everything that happened to me. I should have been glad that my dad even allowed me into this house after what happened to mum.
I could have done something. I could have stopped it. If it wasn't for me, mum would still be here. I suddenly burst out crying like I had done every night for the past five years.
Jade
"Dinner's ready darling!" Mummy called from downstairs.
"Okay mummy, boiled eggs?!" I called back.
"Of course dear!" She answered.
What was I going to wear today? I could wear my Dolce and Gabbana jeans with my matching top. No. I had worn that last week though so I couldn't wear that again. It took me a long time to decide, I didn't have enough clothes altogether really, I was going to have to remember to tell my dad to buy me some new ones.
I knew that he wouldn't give in to me the first time I asked, he thought that my own room full of clothes was enough, but he would give in after the fourth or fifth please.
In the end I decided to go downstairs in my silk pyjamas instead of getting dressed, I wasn't going anywhere today after all. I tied my cream dressing gown around my waist. I headed downstairs and the closer I got to the bottom floor, the stronger the smell of bacon and eggs became. After several flights of stairs, I finally reached my kitchen.
"Here you go Miss." The cook said gently as she placed a plate of food under my nose. Her name was Alice or something, I think. She had bleach blond hair that always seemed to be tied into a neat bun on the top of her head.
I didn't really take much notice of daddy's staff so I can't really remember what she looked like. It's not like it matters anyway. I stared at the plate Alice, or whatever her name was, put in front of me in disgust. Placed on the table was a plate containing two bacon slices, a couple of slices of brown toast, a dark brown sausage and to my disgust, a white mess with an orange centre seeping out of it.
"I wanted boiled eggs!" I complained, stabbing the limp, flat egg that was in front of me with my fork.
"Oh, I... I'm s-sorry." The lousy cook said rather shakily.
"What's the problem?" My dad said, narrowing his dark brown eyes before glaring at the cook.
"I didn't realise that Miss. Pritchard wanted her egg boiled." The cook answered, suddenly terrified.
"Well, you should use that thick head of yours for once Annie!" My dad spat.
Annie. I was close, I guess. It didn't matter though, she'd be sacked within the next five minutes.
"If you can't work properly then you don't work at all!" My dad shouted. "Out!"
"But sir, th-this is all I h-have." The cook's eyes were beginning to get bloodshot.
"You should have thought of that before you disappointed my daughter then!" He sniffed.
"B-but..." The cook had obviously lost the battle.
"Out!" My dad screamed.
The cook suddenly ran out of the room. I began laughing quietly.
Aggy or whatever her name was must have been at least eighteen years old. Most of our servants were between sixteen and twenty years old because they lived in Crystal fountains. They worked here so they can earn money to support their family's. If their stupid families had bothered to make something of their life then they would have been living here, in Amber Fountains, and not in an ugly, poor area. I looked up at my dad, he was redder than a blazing fire.
"Bloody scroungers." My dad muttered under his breath. His angry frown turned into a broad smile within the blink of an eye. "Sorry about that darling, you know those Crystals, nothing but trouble." He sighed, running his hand through his light brown hair.
"Don't worry daddy, I understand. I guess I'll have to get my own breakfast." I said sweetly, looking at him innocently.
"Don't you worry about that, I'll have to do your breakfast for today until I can find someone to replace that Crystal." He spat.
I don't think that they deserved to be called Crystals, it's too much of a pretty stone for them to be nicknamed after. The people in my area were called ambers, it was purely based on the name of the area you lived in. If you lived in Amber Fountains then you were known as an amber, obviously, and the scrubbers in Crystal fountains were called Crystals.
After I ate my breakfast, I headed into my living room. I spent a lot of my time in my living room. It had a bright red sofa in the shape of lips, and right next to the sofa there was a dressing table, pink of course. I sat on my dressing table and began brushing my smooth brown hair. I looked in the mirror. I really was pretty. I had incredible eyes that are bluer than the sky itself and my teeth were so perfectly white that it looked like winter fairies have sprinkled them with pure white snow. I had the most adorable dimples when I smiled. My nose was rather badly shaped though, and my eyes had small bags underneath them.
I stood up from my dressing table, shaking the negative thoughts out of my head, and went to sit down on my lip sofa. My mum and dad were in their own living room, Sean was in his and Emily was in hers. I turned on the wide screen television and began flicking through the channels. There was nothing really on so I just decided to watch the news.
I understand her snobbishness is part of the whole story, but just make it a tad more realistic, dear. Rich people don't have perfect life contrary to the belief. I know you're going to try and show that, but even the perfectness you showed in the beginning is not very real. I mean money has nothing to do with getting along with your siblings all the time, especially if you have such a bratty attitude.
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