Emma Williams' iPone 4S buzzed the fifth time in two minutes. It was her delicious boyfirend, Marko, the swim team captain at Meriwether Prep. Usually, Emma would jump at the chance to talk to him, but now his questions had left her at a standstill.
What do you want to do this weekend for your sweet 16, babe??
He continued on to rattle off invitations to mansion parties, private gallery openings, a fine yacht dinner around New York's harbor. And Emma would have loved any of those. But her father, an important business tycon at Paramount Pictures, just left her a distressing call. Her mother, a stay-at-home trophy wife, was upset with him for forgetting their wedding anniversary.
Well, he didn't say that exactly, but through his words and her knowledge, Emma gleamed the truth. And her mother's request was the last thing Emma wanted for her sweet 16 weekend.
Her mother was insisting on a trip to their lavish Maine home. In the middle of nowhere.
Emma knew this was one of the few things she could argue her way out of. When her erractic mother every now and then demanded a family trip to Maine, not even Barbra Streisand tickets could stop her from dragging Emma, her obnoxious brother Tyler, and father to the cabin. Emma had no idea how to tell ANY of her friends, much less Marko, that she would be across state borders for her birthday. Marko would probably try to argue Emma's way out of it with her dad, the same way he argued into letting her go to prom his junior year when she was a freshman. And Emma's best friend, Laurel, would throw one of her famous drama queen fits.
No, there was no way that she could phrase it. Emma sat up in her queen canopy bed, and dug out her pink Louis Vuitton luggage from the depths of her walk-in closet, and called Maria, her housemaid, up to pack her things through the intercom.
"Hola Maria, can you come up here and pack my stuff for the weekend trip to Maine? Gracias!"
Emma then strutted over to her older brother Tyler's room, where he stayed when he was home from Cornell. Heavy rock music poured out of the door, as well as a strange odor Emma didn't WANT to identify.
She heard a crash from inside the room, and figured he must of fallen out of his hammock---again.