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Posted 02/26/08 - 08:48 am
Urban Dreams to English Teas By Yelizaveta's Profile
Dear Sugarlooter,
*URGENT NEWS*
I'm officialy stopping the chapters. I feel like this novel isn't for me and I don't feel the need to continue it more. :[ I'm sorry site models. If I choose to continue it or am accepting other models for my other book you'll be great fully accepted in before anyone else. I'M SORRY! :*(
Sincerely, Miss Yelizaveta
[book writer]
♥
Once upon a busy London school there were 5 lovely girls...
Dalphanie Ackland:: Dalphanie rules Taif Academy like she was born to do it. Everyone looks up to her and everyone wants to be just like her. She's perfect! Or so everyone thinks she is. Once Rebeca steps into the spot light, Dalphanie must do anything she can to get on top. Even if that means pushing a few girls of a sky scraper...if she can only climb up one in her marry janes. ;]
Valentina Craig:: Valentina or Val, as her friends may call her, rules by Dalphanie at her side. She may be a little on the not-bright side but she has a sparkling personality (or so everyone thinks). Let's hope she get a chance to be on top, instead of being in Dalpanie's shadow, as he side kick in the justice of popularity and etiquette.
Kristabel Dixie:: Kristabel; varsity cheerleader, and girl with the attitude. That is exactly why they etiquette queens except her into their little "clique". Kristabel be from a middle class family but the girls don't have to know that don't they? Maybe her secret is the most important one out of all of their's. Can she keep it? and find a way to take Dalphanie's spot? You'll have to see... ;D
Holly Stapleton:: Holly may be the little pet of the the other girls but what they don't know is that, Holly might have some tricks up her sleeve. She may be labeled as a "staple" , hopelessly attached to her old friend Dalphanie, but that staple may be removed once Rebecca comes on campus.
Oh dear. I haven't told you about myself have I? Well my name is Yelizaveta. I am the author of this fine novel. You can find me under 'Yelizaveta' in people search. You can also find me under 'beautiful brunette' and 'hot stuff'. I have many hobby's but as you can see, one of them is writing. I'm currently working on this novel and starting another one called love just is. One day you'll see me on the cover of every magazine, on the shelf of every book store, and on the tv screen of every person known to man. Toodles!
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In my opinion the girls in this story a irreplaceable, but as you wish. Be a copy cat. Fill this out and send it to me:
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Rebecca Breton:: dark brown hair (normal brown or black accepted), blue eyes (any color accepted), olive skin (tan skin, and bronze skin accepted).
Dalphanie Ackland:: blond hair, brown eyes (any color accepted), light skin
Valentina Craig:: medium long red hair, greenish-gray eyes (any color accepted), fair skin, freckled.
Kristabel Dixie:: dark skin/tanish skin, wavy brown hair, brown eyes
Holly Stapleton:: blond hair (light brown, strawberry blond accepted), gray eyes (any color excepted), olive skin
These are the 5 main girls in this book. Post me a message if interested in site modeling for site modeling for any of them and I'll send you a form you can fill out. You will be able to compete in special contests related to the book if accepted.
Rebecca's
Kyra
Alana
Allison
Dalphanie's
Rosemary
Megan
Valentina's
Allie
Kristabel's
Kim
Holly's
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How it all began...
“Heyy girlll!!” Cheney bursts into my packed up room with a big smile over her face. “You were kidding about moving right?”
I give her the most angriest face that I can make. Her smile fades.
“Right!?”she asks again hoping for a replacement to my look.
“Cheney.” I begin ripping my view of the window and to her confused face. “I told you months ago I wasn’t joking! I’m moving…TODAY.”
Then Kamile trots into the room. Cheney sits on one of the packing boxes.
“Are y’all fighting again? I take one second to lace up ma shoes any you guys are here pecking at each other?” Kamile rambles in her Tennessee accent.
She kicks a box to me and plops her over sized butt on top of it.
“Listen, this may be hard on you but imagine how hard it is on me! I didn’t choose to move…” I say.
Cheney picks at her mascaraed eye. Kamile flips her long blond hair. I stare into space. What great chemistry. You know my friends and I have…
“Ahkay I understand. But, I’m gonna miss ya sooo bad!” Kamile cries and pulls her hands around me.
Alison steps into the room with a large cherry icee in her hand.
“Mrrphhh…” she says with her mouth dug into the frosty drink.
“What was that Ali?” Cheney asks pulling the icee from her mouth.
“Hey! I was…I was… I was doing that on purpose!” she snapped all pink mouthed.
I ignore there acts of retardation and focus on the problem. I ‘m moving! Away from the city , away from life as we know it. To the dead and boring life in London, England.
“What the bloody hell!” Ali fakes a British accent as an attempt to sound like Ron from the Harry Potter movies.
They all cackle and Ali looks back at me with a goofy smile. When she sees my angry face her smile fades.
“Lighten up! Maybe they’ll enroll you into Hogwarts!”
“Urghh!!!!” I groan pulling a moving box over my head.
I love my friends. Can’t live without them. But in my time of need they’re as useful as a cherry icee in a snowstorm.
Goodbye exciting New York, Hello boring England.
Once upon a time...
*Chapter Eight- Catilian*
The afternoon, when I came home I went strait up to my grand parents for help. It may be unusual for anyone else to tell there grand parents everything but, my parents wouldn’t understand so I really have no one to talk to about this messy situation. I really need help at this point, because i want to help them, but at another glance, I have no idea what they are talking about.They aren’t really my friends so we can leave that fact out of the manner. Holly wants my help to build up her confidence but at the same time I don’t know if I’m confident! How can you help someone with something when you really don’t know the answer yourself? Plus, how exactly am I supposed to go about with this whole ‘Catilian’ thing and what not. Maybe I’m just not the right person to be helping them, nor am I the right person to get involved with this whole ‘Catilian’ thing. Maybe I’m just scared.
I walk into the house, all sweaty from walking in London’s heat and step onto the freshly waxed floors. As I hang my coat onto the hook next to the door I stand strait and spy on my grand parents.
I could see them in the next hallway; grandpa smoking pipe tobacco; grandma swiftly typing on a typewriter.
“Grandma? Grandpa?” I ask by the door.
“Yes?” grandpa looks up from his newspaper.
“I’m having a little trouble with these girls I met at school.”
“What kind of trouble?” my grandma asks coking her head to the side in confusion.
“They, they…want me to do a favor for them but I’m not exactly sure if I want to go through with it.” I stutter.
“Well if they offer something In return I suppose it’s the right thing to do.” Grandpa says.
“Grandma, what’s a Catilain?” I ask glancing over to her.
“It’s a ball the young débutante girls hold in honor of them becoming a lady.” She says “You should be having yours soon…”
“What do I do at one?”
“Well, it’s preferred you come with an escort and plan a dance with some of your closest friends. You also have a dining portion of the ball ,where you and your friends and family sit down for a meal.”
“When is mine?” I ask.
“You should be having yours when you have learned enough about débutantes and when, you feel it is the right time to have a party. That’s all. Nothing to complicated for you, I suppose.” She smiles.
“Did you have one?”
“Yes. When I was about your age I had mine.”
“What was it like?”
At that moment she sort of looked up at the ceiling smiling. She was probably remembering hers. There was a sparkle in her eye as the remembered hers. This sort of thing seems to be very special in a girls life. I’m just hoping I don’t screw up the whole thing.
“I was 14 years old.”she began “My Catilian was at a royal hall near my house. My family were close to the royal family so they helped us through the whole thing. I had a beautiful purple gown that reached the tip of my toes. My grandmother gave me her tiara for my party and I looked very beautiful, just like she did when she had hers. I remember my escort….my brother.” She giggles.
“I couldn’t really find an escort at the last minute so my brother offered to help out. It was a grand day and I remember every single bit of it. I hope your day is as special as mine was.” She smiles.
I nod in reply and head out the door, up the stairs, and up to my room. As I entered, I sat down on my bed and thought.
If I ever decided to go through with this whole thing, I hope that I can remember it as vivid as my grandma did. It seems very important to her, and after i spoke to her I am determined to have one. Not only do I think it’s special, but now what I really care about is to make my grandmother happy.
I haven’t known her for a huge portion of my life and as of today I feel as if I knew her since my childhood. We may not have a lot in common she would be like a second mother to me. Even my parents sometimes don’t give me that feeling. Sometimes I’d look at them as if I haven’t met them before. Like they were completely different people. Like they weren’t my parents, and some how, some where, when I was born I was switched with another baby.
I may have not felt this way before when I was little. That may have been the time when all the attention was on me, and not my perfect older brother. Christian was always they boy who was perfect everywhere. The one who saw me as his dumb little baby sister. The one who would look at me as if he was human, and I was the primate. That all began once Christian came home with his first report card. A’s strait down the paper and goody goody note from all the teachers.
It was completely different for me. I was a rebel child. I never did my homework and I would always have fights with the girls in my school. I was practically a school reject, and living in the horrible neighborhood I had lived in, was no walk in the park. It was a dirty neighborhood for all. Drug dealers and prostitutes were on every street corner and nobody had a good life. People were homeless and many were dysfunctional family's. My apartment was okay but it was very old and moldy. My family wasn’t very wealthy or happy like we are right now. A step up like, moving to England had never been what I had thought it would be. I loved my neighborhood, even though it was horrible to live there. All in all I found great friends and I stopped fighting with people. It wasn’t like I wanted to be so violent, but I had to defend my self and try to break out of my self. I will never be treated the way I was treated back in Manhattan. Never.
*Chapter Seven- Holly's House*
I stare blankly at the little piece of paper Dalphanie had left on my desk today.Meet us my the big oak tree in the court yard at 4:00 this afternoon. Phillipe will get a us a drive to Holly’s house. Don’t dress in hooker clothes this time. Bring sugar.
-Dalphanie
I fold it into my pocket and head out into the court yard were the big oak tree stood. At a glance, I could see Dalphanie standing by it.
She seemed a little impatient and in a hurry.
“Dalphanie...” I say as I walk up to her “Come on! Your late.” She interrupted.
“But it’s 4:00?” I say looking into my watch.
“Well it isn’t now! It’s 4:01!” she looks away.
She took my hand and dragged me into a big silver limo.
“Let’s go Phillipe.” She ushered to her driver who took off at her say.
“So…what did you mean by, ‘bring sugar’” I air quoted.
“For the tea you idiot!” she rolled her eyes.
The limo pulled up to a beautiful house. The brick was a peach color and had sea shells pressed into it. There was a long stair way leading up a hill to the main gate. Millions and billions of windows with quaint little shutters spotted the brick mansion like freckles. The door was big and white and the walls of the outside were covered in vines and roses which quilted over it like frosting.
This house was obviously way most costly then mine, and the owners must have been normal. I’ve seen these houses in movies only. I couldn’t imagine seeing one in real life, let along living in one like a princess. Maybe castles, maybe little miniature versions of Buckingham Palace. Maybe just a home. But wow!
“Are you coming?” Dalphanie asks me half way up the stair well.
“Yeah, Yeah. Of coarse. Yeah…”I look around
This house is amazing!
“Heyy!” Valentina rushes out the door hugging Dalphanie.
“Come inside.” Kristabel urges from the door way.
We walk inside the house along to a small living area. The whole room was decorated with flowers and fuzzy rugs. It smelled of thick amber and dark chocolate. Holly was sitting by a small coffee table drinking tea.
“Hi. Come on in girls, it’s about time we had tea.” She says staring up from the china with a pleasant smile.
The girls sat down with their cups and started to plan the big makeover : me and Holly like wise.
“So. I was think about the whole thing and I wanted to make a deal.” Holly began. “You help me get a date for the annual garden party and I’ll help you out with your Catilian.”
“Catilian? What?” I say in utter confusion.
“It’s a coming out party, the a girl must hold once she becomes a lady. It’s an old débutante tradition.” Kristabel says -as a matter of factly-.
“Hm…do I have to have one?” I ask.
“Yeah. You are now a débutante once you go to Taif Academy and it is tradition, and no one breaks tradition honey.” Dalphanie says.
“Alright. Does it cost a lot of money?” I ask as clueless as ever.
The girls burst into an immediate laughter.
“Why do you go to Taif Academy anyway?” Valentina asks.
“My dad’s prime minister and he kind of enrolled me without asking.”
“Your dad’s prime minister? No Way!” Dalphanie says in utter shock.
“My new best friend!” Kristabel hugs me. We all start laughing at Kristabel who thinks she’s so innocent.
“Alright Holly, I’ll help you out.” I smile.
“So starting first I’ll make an appointment with my hair dresser to help you out with those horrid split ends.” Dalphanie says.
“Then we go to Harrods and pick out something nice for you to wear at your Catilian and to school.” Kristabel continues.
“Then we go and help you with your manners.” Holly singings.
“Then we go and help Holly.” Valentina adds.
“Cool then.” I say.
All of them roll their eyes.
“No! Not ‘cool then’. We’re not hot potatoes. It’s ‘alright then’. Got it?” Kristabel sighs heavily.
“Okay. Okay.”
“No! Alright, Alright!”
“What’s the difference?”
“Oh, I don’t know…everything?”
I guess I get why these girls are talking to me. It’s just to help Holly out or, get them publicity, or just because my dad’s prime minister. My friends back at home talked to me, well…for me! It’s nice knowing I could help someone out but why exactly am I doing this? I don’t want to be become popular their way maybe I want to be myself…you know get my own friends, do what I want to do, be an individual? I don’t feel right about this. I like to help people but I want to help them because I want to, not because someone asked me to do it or offered to help me with my Catalian or whatever.
I sigh and look out into the room eying the furniture nervously.
“So what should we do? I think I better be getter home now.” I say not sure “My mom asked me to help her clean the house up a bit.”
“Alright then. Phillipe will drive you.” Holly said sipping her tea.
“That’s fine I’ll take the subway!” I ran out the door.
I lied. I know I lied. My mom never cleans in her life, plus we have a butler for that! I know there isn’t a subway in London; I just needed to get way for a little while. It all seems wrong. But somehow it all seems right in a way. I just don’t know what to do.
That afternoon, i walked home. Afraid to look back at the decisions behind me.
*Chapter Six – Get Holly a Guy*
Today was terribly long. In London, school goes on for 8-9 hours, and that’s 2 hours more then they do in New York. I still have 3 more hours of this organized mess till I can go home and rant to my parents on how great my day was (which it’s not, no way, no how). Students and teachers alike have never seem something like me. Sad to say, I might be the only one who’s dressed in a paint splattered mini skirt In years. Yikes.I walk into the small court yard where everyone was having lunch. Girls sit in tiny circle on the many picnic tables surrounding the area. The grass smelled fresh and it was perfectly cut. Flowers bloomed on the little trees and the colorful leaves of Fall fell into a heap on the grass. At the corner of my eye, I spotted the girls I met earlier having lunch. Above them was a sign that read ‘Welcoming Commettiee’. I decided to go over there and sit since I was supposed to have lunch with them anyway. Dad’s fault.
“You people are the ‘Welcoming Commettiee’?” I ask as I stand in front of them with my eyebrow raised.
“Yes, we are.” Dalphanie said looking up at me.
“That’s us.” Kristabel says “Have a problem with that?”
“No.” I answer staring into her fierce eyes.
“Good.” She replys patting a spot next to her.
I sit down along with them and un-pack the lunch my mom packed for me: crazy waffle sandwich with salmon and cream cheese.
My mom’s been obsessed with crazy waffles ever since we went to that breakfast convention in Brooklyn.
“We’ve been talking…” Dalphanie says a little unsure “I think you have potential.”
“We think you have potential.” Valentina says smiling like a dork.
“I said that already.” Dalphanie says
“Anyway, you seem…okay and since you don’t really belong here we thought maybe we can help you out a bit…”
“I need help?” I ask narrowing my eyes.
“Posture, Manners….Style.” Kristabel says eying my clothes in disgust. “Um.. why?” I ask.
“Let’s just say you need our area of expertise…and we need yours.”
“Okay. Well, what about how nasty you were to me this morning?!” I ask.
“Dalphanie’s intimidated by you.” Valentina cackles.
“You are?” I ask, strait to her face.
“Err…I guess so. I mean the way you were able to express yourself and be confident no matter how hideous you looked.” Dalphanie said.
“Thank you?” I reply.
“See my friend needs help with her confidence.” Dalphanie says nudging her head to Holly.
“What?” Holly said starring up from her plate of fillet mignon.
“You seem confident to me.” I said.
“I like this guy and I don’t know how to ask him out.” She said gazing forward to a boy sitting by a tree with his friends.
“Really?” I say but Kristabel interrupted me.
“The point is…we help you out, you help us out.” Is that fine with you city slicker?”
“Alright. I’ll get Holly a guy.” I say giving a slight eye roll.
“Great. Débutante lessons start tomorrow at 4:00 p.m. for tea. See you then.” Dalphanie says as the 5th period bell sounds.
Get Holly a guy…that shouldn’t be hard. Right?
*Chapter Five- Out of the Picture*
It was early morning, 6:00 am, and I just awoke to go to school. Everything was set: my clothes, my backpack, and my books. Don’t tell my mom, but last night I took the clothes we went shopping for and changed them up a bit. Today, I’m not going to wear a frilly blouse. Today I’m going to wear a stylish v-neck shirt was paint splatter, mini skirt, and sneakers. I’m not going to wear those horrible things my mom spent over 3,000 dollars for at some kissy kissy department store. I’m going to wear these clothes, and I’m going to wear them my way.I quickly jump out of my bed and snag the clothes I have worked on till 11:00 pm last night and threw them over my self looking in the mirror. They looked perfect! Every stitch and every sparkle. Sewing classes with aunt Hailey had paid off.
“I’m going to look soo hot!” I say as I jump in front of the mirror.
♥
“We’re here honey.” My dad says as the limo pulls over revealing my new school. “Do you have everything?”
I was speechless, and not only that… I was too busy staring at my new school. It seemed very expensive looking and not buzzing around with crazy students like normal school would be by now. Snotty girls sat in neat circles at little tables. Boys, wearing dress pants, white sweaters, and black blazers, stood along side them kissing there necks and laughing.
Everyone looked like super perfect robots that even Einstein couldn’t dream to create. No sense of originality. Girl wore their hair in the same way, pony tails or down. Everyone girl was wearing the same thing and speaking the same way. Boys all hopelessly drooling over each their perfection. Not a single hair was blown out or out of place. Not a single mark on their shoes or stains on their skirts.
“Thanks for driving me dad. The limo would have caused such a commotion here.” I say starring out “See you later…”
“See you pumpkin pie!” he calls to me just as he drives away.
Suddenly all the girls turn there heads as I walk by. Whispering to each other they stare at me with gleaming eyes.
“Hi.” I say as a shyly wave hello to them.
Then they all start laughing. As the bell rings all of us gather into the school and off to classes.
As I was walking down the hallway I couldn’t help but notice very single girl whispering and starring and every single boy stop In tracks. Do I have four heads or something? Why is everyone starring at me?
“Hi!” a girl’s voice behind me says in a mimicking voice.
I turn around to see a small group of girls laughing at me.
“What’s up?” I ask starring back screwing my face.
“I ask all the questions.” One says
“She asks all the questions…” they repeat.
“Okay….” I say as I walk further down the hallway.
“What the bloody hell are you doing here?” she asks again.
“Going to homeroom?” I reply in a small voice.
“You don’t belong here. You must be lost.” She says laughing while the others laugh along with her.
Some thing's telling me these aren’t the right girls to talk to. Some thing’s telling me they aren’t too bright. That something is probably really smart. These girls look like what I had imagined every girl in London to look like. Smart, sassy, pretty, and expensive.
“No I’m not. I go here now.” I say trying my best to shrug them off.
Behind my shoulder I hear a few girls gasping.
I ignore them and walk into homeroom with them following behind me. I do my best to avoid them at all costs and walk strait to a short bald headed man sitting at a desk.
“You must be Rebecca.” He smiles and taps his glasses.
“Yeah.” I reply.
“Not ‘Yeah’. But ‘Yes sir.’” He says a bit more sternly.
“Okay.” I reply.
He stands up from his desk and clears his throat drawing the class’s attention.
“We have new student here class. Her name is Rebecca Breton. Please welcome her here.” He says “Let’s all try a nice exercise before we get off to history now. We’ll start down the row. Introduce yourself.”
He looks around and no one volunteers.
“Dalphanie Ackland! Your first.” He says referring to a skinny blond girl in the front row.
She rolls her eyes and looks back at another one of her friends; the ones that were bothering me earlier.
She had a layer blond bob. Her hair was very shiny and looks like it was brushed for hours last night. Her teeth were white and her eyes were a perfect shad of amber. She wore a little mini skirt with a long white cuffed blouse. She had little black tights and high heels. She was almost like the Barbie doll I always wanted.
She tossed her hair as smiled at my mockingly.
“I’m Dalphanie.” She says holding back laughter.
“Good. Now young miss behind her talking on the cell phone please share.” The teacher say gesturing to a girl behind Dalphanie.
“Hi.” I say shyly to the girl who’s practically ignoring me.
“Miss…” “Miss Craig !”
“What?” she says looking back at the teacher. “Oh I love you too….you so sweet….stop it….your so devilish!”
She speaks into her cell phone.
She had long, sleek auburn hair and pink skin. Her eyes were a deep gray and were lined were silver eyeliner. She had a scoop neck shirt that was cropped right above her belly button. Long pearl necklaces with little silver butterflies streamed from her neck. She looked like the typical tramp but a classy one. She flips her phone off and stares at me blankly.
“Do you have something to say Valentina?” the teachers says impatiently.
“What do I have to say?” she asks clueelessly.
“Introduce yourself!” he yells at the girl.
“I’m Val.” She smiles.
Dalphanie elbows her in the ribs.
“I mean…I mean…I’m Val!” she says trying to sound cool.
“Hi.” I say.
“Now Miss Dixie…introduce yourself.” He say to a her sitting beside Valentina.
She turns around in her seat and smiles to Dalphanie. She had long and wavy brown hair. Her skin was rich and bronze and looked like it’s been stuffed into an oven for over 3 hours. She was long and slim and had an athletic body. She was obviously a cheerleader, since she wore a ‘Go Taif Cougers’ cheerleaders uniform. She seemed cocky and had a fierce attitude.
“Yeah. Kristabel.” She rolls her eyes.
“Hi Kristabel.” I reply a little uneasy.
“Thank you Miss Dixie. Now Holly would you like to introduce your self?” he says to a girl sitting next to Dalphanie.
“I’m Holly.” She says refusing to give me eye contact.
She had stringy strawberry blond hair that reached her shoulder in layers possibly done by the best hair stylist in the world. She was small and confused looking. Her gray eyes starred out at the window.
She wore a short little blue dress with leggings and pumps.
“Hey.” I say back.
I was obviously a little uncomforted in this situation. I like meeting new people but just not these snotty girls. They are exactly what I imagined them to be and to tell you the truth I’m unhappy with that. Could these girls ever be normal?
“Let’s move on down the row…” the teachers says walking down a row of desks “Jesse Carwin.”
“What?” I boy with sandy blond hair says.
“Introduce your self.”
“I’m Jesse. I like fut ball.” He answers, glancing back at his dark haired friend.
“I’m Roy. I’m better at fut ball.” He laughs and playfully slaps Jesse on the back. All the girls giggle and stare at Jesse.
I couldn’t help but notice how much cuter the boys are here then in NYC. Though, that Roy kid is okay…Jesse is hot! He was perfect blond hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes. He’s was like a British twin of Cody Linley. I hope he isn’t like the rest of these pampers palace freaks.
“Okay. Rest of the class will get to know you later since we are already out of time…” the teacher continues. “I’m Mr. Conway. I’ll be your homeroom and Mathematics teacher. Nice to meet you.” He shakes my hand as the bell sounds.
I walk out of the room and come face to face with Dalphanie.
“He’s mine.” She says shaking her lip with anger. “Don’t.”
She pushes me with her shoulder as she walks on with the rest of her clique. Every girl looks back and eyes me frantically.
He’s out of the picture.
*Chapter Four- Call me Gertrude!*
I rushed eagerly over the mess of stairs ahead of the 2nd floor. New furniture? What are they doing to my room this time? I run out into the hallway and head toward my bedroom. “Wha..”This had to be the most amazing room I’ve ever seen, and it was mine! I stepped out further and further into the room eyeing the wonderful new furniture.
There was a huge bed at the side of the room. King sized, with a canopy. The bed sheets were bright gold and had pink birds all over it. A mess of pillows piled up neatly at the back of the bed with all of my child hood stuffed animals decorating it. Two bedside tables stood aside the giant bed. The had vintage fashion table lamps placed on to of them with some neat expensive looking pearls aside.
My rug had disapeared and in it’s place lied a big one with pretty swirls on it. A huge dress was facing the bed. It had golden handles on it and carved little birds and roses. At another corner of the room was a humungeos vanity with all kinds of make-up and cute accesories. There was also a nice 3 sided mirror. Many little pink love seats and cute vintage chairs were placed neatly along the rug. I even had a library!
I step out into the balcony and see that there was new furniture on that too! There was lounge chairs and cute little chairs and a table with a vase of roses.
“Do you like it?” my parents say as they stand behind me.
“It’s amazing! The queen really gave us all of this?” I spure.
“Yes. Charles, William and Harry insisted also!”
“Charles, Will..ah..” I say disbelieved that they even knew I exsisted.
“Well I’m glad you like it sweetie…” My dad says. “... we have another surprise for you.”
At that momment two elderly people walked into the room.
“Helloh poppet.” The man says as he reaches his hands toward me for a hug. “We are soh glad to see you dah-ling!” the women says as she kisses my head.
“Who…wait. Are you grandpa and grandma?” I ask.
“Yes dah-ling. Yes ah facorse!”
“Yes my poppet!”
I glance at my parents who were standing by each other like idiots holding hands and smiling.
“Grandma. Grandpa.” I say as a hug both of them.
Wow. I finnally got to meet my grandparents! You know how hard it was to live with out them and then figuring out I had grandparents 2 months before we moved? Big news, huh?
Trust me. It is.
“I’m so glad to see you.” I ask as I hug them eagerly.
“They’ll be living with us.” My mom says.
“Really?”
“Yes we are dah-ling.” My grandmother says smiling deeply.
I’ve wanted grandparents for so long. It was hard sitting down and watch Kamile spend time embroidering with her grandma, and Cheneye playing chess with her grandpa. I never had any one to do that stuff with. No one to really bond with.
But, now I do!
“Bettah brush up and get ready for bed naw. You don’t want to be tired fawr your farst day of school naw?” my grand pa says while he leave the room with grandma.
“Your grandparents will be living in the large guest suite down the hall. Say good night to them before bed.” My mom says as she leaves the room with dad.
“Okay.” I say back to them.
Oh no! What am I going to wear for school tomorrow? I can’t wear any of that old lady clothes to school! They’ll think I’m a geek or something! Where is a sewing kit when you need one?
I love old people! Just don’t want to dress like one!
*Chapter Three – Prime Minister’s Daughter*
The long black limo stopped at a department store that was about 5 stories high. It inched up toward the clouds and all you could see was not even ½ of the building’s height from that small tainted window in the backseat of my limo. Busy shoppers ushered around London’s busy streets carrying their many shopping bags and toy poodles slowly swaddling around the old lady’s feet. Many shops and cafes stood stiffly around the huge shopping plaza before us. The crisp London air was filled with thick hints of pancakes and french vanilla. It was like you could see the whole world from where I was sitting and London never looked so fabulous to me.“Here you are Mrs. Breton.” Chives turns the wheel and parks the limo as he looks back at me and my mom.
I grabbed the handle of the car door and gently step outside. My mom grabs my hand and I pull her mess of “trying to be all rich looking” lace gloves and she stands up with me admiring the swift feet of all the busy shoppers and the warmth of London. The clouds were wispy and feathery just the way I liked them. “Are you excited honey?” my mom asks as she grabs hold on my bony hand and walks me toward the entrance of the store.
“Fergmont’s Cove” I read as I point to the big framed sign above our heads “Hmm…sounds proper?”
My mom opens the door and we both step inside the huge department store and step back with caution. It was a crowded mess! Billions of shoppers ran around like scared chickens and wrestled each other for designer purses. Old woman stood around a giant perfume department and sprayed themselves with bottles and bottles of expensive perfume that I could not even afford to smell. Men rushing around they’re crazy wives quickly grab piles of ties and suit and throw them into shopping bags. Tons of elevators sored up revealing another floor of organized mess.
Snotty cashiers and fitting room lady's advised passing by shoppers about some expensive silk scarfs they selling. I tall stout woman with big blond curly hair came on over to us and gave me and my mom a whiff of her Nina Riciti perfume. “Hello lady's. Welcome to Fergmont’s shopping plaza! What may I ask are you here for?” she asks taping her heels along the waxed marble floors.
“Clothes?” I say in a small voice gazing at my mom who was smiling like an idiot trying to make a good impression. “Yes.” My mom adds looking back at me.
“For what occasion?” the lady asks back obviously getting impatient with me and my mother.
“Oh um my daughter needs some new clothes for school. She got accepted in Taif Academy and she’ll be needing some new clothes. Some thing charming that says ‘I’ve been to Private school before!’.” My mom answers trying not to embarrass me but she obviously did.
She always does this to me! Every time we go shopping she gets a little too excited and goes overboard with all of the yapping and bragging about why and for what I need the clothed for. This lady is obviously not interested in how my life suddenly turned from perfect to completely imperfect!
“I know just what you need!” the lady shoots up with disgusting joy and gestures toward a small corner billions of shopping racks were filled with clothes of almost every designer you can think of “Right this way!”
She leads us to the rack and stops “Pick out anything you like. The check out desk is over there…” she points to a large round desk with a huge line of customers ahead of it “… and the dressing rooms are just to your right.”
As soon as the lady leaves my mom circles each rack and pulls out at least 30 blouses and skirt from each. She sets them down in a pile near a small dressing room. “Come try these on. I’ll hand them to you one by one, K?”
I step into the dressing room and lock the door. She throws me over a dip neck sweater with a cuffed white blouse underneath it. I grab the sweater and pull it over my A cup bra. I step out of the dressing room and look into a mirror. My mom smiling behind me pulls and tugs on the edges of the shirt. “I like it.” She says and gives me a dark green burberry skirt.
Slowly but surely me and my mom gather a huge pile of clothes to buy. The bad news was, was that I didn’t like any of it! Sure it’s all proper prissy prissy but do they actually wear this stuff? Anyway, I still have to wear it and that’s just because my mom fantasizes I can join those pack of zombies just like she did last night. Ew that sounded wrong…
“Three thousand, five hundred, twenty, and ninety-eight.” the checkout lady says to my mom as she swipes my mom’s new credit card into the cash register. “Will that be all?”
My mom stays frozen and gulps what looks like a huge peice of Juicy Fruit gum down her throat. “Yeah. Yeah. That’ll be all.” And for a long time!
London fashion is unique. Or as I saw in movies. Vintage, punk, and street chic take the center stage. Surely my poor mom has never herd of it. What she thinks is fashion….well let’s just say it’s better to explain things slowly. From what she sees in movies, London fashion is supposed to be prissy prissy, frilly frilly, ‘I stole this from my grandma’, and just plain blind school teacher. This is an ice store and all but, I mean. Even if I could afford this crap. I probably would not have bought it.
Forgive me for this but, I’m the kind of girl who come into a room with black and purple painted nails, sneakers, a black tank top, and feather earrings and still feel good about myself. None of these clothes could ever do that for me even if they were made in London. My ‘treasure trunk’ of new clothes would be the last thing I would want to wear to school. I’m sure any other girl would ballistic freak out about wearing all of these designer labels. But, I nice pair of jeans and a tee shirt was all I ever needed.
“Let’s go and have lunch.” My mom says as she tugs me along with the overload of shopping bags she carried on her arms.
After a while of walking in circles and on our heads we finally managed to come across a small café just right outside of our neighbor hood. “The Sunrise Café” I read the small stand with the menu written on it. “Your seriously okay with this? I mean normal names like this may be far to casual for our newly debutante family, am I not right? Would you rather go and dine at the lovely English Butt Buffet ?” My mom flashes me a small frown to my fake English accent as she walks forward into the small café.
As we sit down at our table I can’t help but notice how alike London is to New York. I would have never thought of it that way before I actually went there. Busy people, warm atmosphere, crazy magazine interns running around for their boss’s mocha latte? This city, this wonderful city, could be just like New York’s twin. Except this one wears expensive clothing.
After a little while of eating and exploring me and my mother brought our tired butts back home. Chives greeted us out of our limo as we stepped out into the entrance. The was a small metal sign that read: Breton Manor.
“Hmm…that must be new…”
I’ve noticed a big load of new things when me and my mother arrived. There were several trunks lined up against our house with busy men and women caring furniture in an d out of our house.
“Who are these people?” I ask my mom.
“They’re movers from Buckingham palace.” she says a little uneasy “Your father has agreed to have some of the antic furniture from the queen’s selection to be moved into our house. We’re getting some of our old furniture replaced.”
“Huh?” I ask pleasantly surprised.
“I’m sorry Rebecca.” She answers quickly waiting for my reaction.
“Oh wow!” I yell back as I run ahead of her across the lawn and stepping into the main hall to catch a glimpse of our new furniture.
I’m a prime minister’s daughter, and the glamour has just begun
*Chapter Two - Floor it Chives, Floor it!*
Today the Londan sunshine awoke me this morning. Sunlight streamed through the pink floral curtains in my bedroom. Small cricket chirps were herd in the distance and the constant crashing of the waves filled my room with morning alert. As I eased my self up from my mattress I look around the room. I was hoping to wake up in my dusty living room couch next to the television with half scarved down Doritos bag by my bedside. Then almost instantly I remembered that I moved. Instead I awoke to a peace full bedroom surrounded by moving boxes and a few stuffed animals that had tumbled fro m the bed when I had slept. It wasn’t my bed. None of this was mine. My bed was a small red leather love seat that stood in the center of the living room in our small apartment in Manhattan. The one thing that stayed with me throughout the night, was my constant ache of homesickness.“What time is it?” I ask my self streching my arms out and yawning. I peer at my alarm clock the stood on my bed side table. It read 10:30 a.m.
Back in Manhattan I woke up at 6:00 a.m. in the morning because of the old man that lived next door. He was doing arobic workouts till 8:00 a.m. and the old 70’s tunes of “Everybody Dance Now” filled our apartment just as soon as the clock stricked 6:00. Shortly after you can best bet my 16 year old brother would be up in his boxers and bathrobe scoping the kitchen for chocolate syrup. Then my parents wake up; my dad would be dressed for work down at the Hermont Offices, and my mom; a stay home mom would be up making crazy waffles and singing her favorite songs from the 80’s in her Spanish accent. My room at the moment was completely empty, quiet and dead.
I stood up in bed and lift my feet one by one onto the cold hardwood floor. I have to admit, that I was a little bit excited that me and my mom were going shopping. I hardly ever get knew clothes. Once a year me and my mom spend a whole day shopping on Madison Ave. and we come back with tons of clothes. Of coarse they weren’t designer or anything but to me a tee shirt with a cute slogan on it or a pair of jeans from Daffy’s was all I ever really needed. I seriously need to update my style.
“Hey Beccy going on a shopping spree today” my brother storms in with his bathrobe and doesn’t wait for me to answer “Good. Cuz’ you really need one.”
I throw Mr. Cuddles at his face.
“Do you always have to torment me? Could you please put some clothes on! None of my friends are here so you don’t have to show me your skin.” He smirks and throws the stuffed teddy bear back at me “Hey, it’s not my fault your little 13 year old friend Chenye digs me.”
“She doesn’t dig you! She…she..she….just likes it when you take your shirt off.” I reply as a matter of factly.
“Whatever. Mom says she needs you ready down stairs.” He says as he leaves the room.
I am buying a lock!
I tiptoed into the bathroom and saterd at my self in the mirror. “Eww…” I say as I look at my dark brown bed head hair. I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth.
“What to wear, what to wear…” I say as I rumeg through the many fabrics, tee shirts and jeans that hung in my closet. I quickly chose a tight little yellow v-neck sweater, low rise jeans, and a wrap around scarf with tiny little green birds on it that I bought in China Town. As swifty as I could I got myself prepared. I dashed a bit of bubble gum lip gloss on my lips and stuffed it into my back pocket as I rushed out the door.
“Good morning Ms. Breton.” Chives called from the bottom of the staircase. “ Your mother and father are having breakfast on the terrace.”
“Hey, ..Chives.” I answered him back skitting along to the back door. Though the open doors I see my mother sitting on a little black stool sipping tea.
She looked so different.
“Mom?” I ask as I enter the terrace, she looks up at me.
“Yes my darling. How are you this morning?” she sipps her tea and looks up at me with her golden painted eyes.
She was wearing heavy mascara, lots of make-up, and had a cat like red lipstick smeared aross her mouth. She was dressed head to toe in Dolce and Gabana. She was wear in a Dolce and Gabana blouse, Dolce and Gabana jacket, Dolce and Gabana pants, and pointy red high heels. She also painted her nails bright red and put on tips. She flung her pinkie in the air as she held a little china cup of tea. She didn’t look like the mother I saw yesterday. This horrifying version of her was kinda like I expected to see the other women in London. As if moving wasn’t enough!
“Mom..you look so different.”
“Oh you like?” she asks grinning to herself.
“N..” I thought for a moment. I didn’t want to hert her feelings but I certently don’t even want to see her like this again.
“You look nice.” I finish very unsatisfied with what I had said.
I flash my dad a look. He looks back and shrugs.
“So I was talking to your father and we both agreed that since your new to school we’ll hire the welcoming committe to sit with you during lunch and help you out getting ajusted to the curiculum…” she continues “Your father thinks it’s a great idea…”
At the corner of my eye my dad words No and looks at me in confusion.
“But, I mean, but…I think I can handle myself on my own. You don’t need to hire some geeks to sit with me during lunch. I can make friends on my own!” I storm off of the terrace and into the hall.
“I can handle it on my own!” I added just in case. “I can handle it on my own!”
As a walk away my other wiggles her finger jesturing me back.
“Eat some breakfast.”
“URGHH!”
“Don’t worry about her. She’ll ajust.” My dad whispers winking.
Yeah right
I walk out to the front door and peek out the doorway. The sunlight gleamed across my face as I stared into the distance viewing all the large street side homes hiding behind iron gates, a few old ladys gathering and gossiping around in a small garden, and a few twisted streets wiltering along into the city. Now and then a bike messanger greets the neighbors throwing them they daily newspaper and a few political magazines. I slip into my green flip flops and step into the first step eyeing the great green lawn before me. “I don’t know she’s going to get across this in those shoes.” I utter to myself refering to my dolled up mother. The grass was thick and cut neatly. I could see small patches of little white tulips all around and big willow trees with small pink flowers on them. They took care of this house well before I moved in. This house must have been around for centures. Every house on my block looked like they’ve been polished over a million times during the night by miniture Marth Stewart fairies and sprinkled on with pixie dust. That darn little pixie dust must have gotten on my mom last night when she sleep.
“Come on, let’s go.” My mom says to me from in back of me as she carried a big leppord printed tote. “We don’t want to be late. We’re hitting all of London for the latest clothes in London fashion!”
“Fashion?” I ask in disgust as my mom grabs my hand and stuffs me into the back seat of the limo.
She pulled over a big pair of Versace sunglasses and joined me in the row ahead.
“Floor it Chives!” she gestures to the driver.
Please don’t Chives! Don’t floor it!
*Chapter One - G.L.A.M.O.R.O.U.S.*
A black limo pulled over on a small sidewalk revealing our new home. I was in the black limo and let me tell you, my house was huge. Somehow I managed to live in a house as big as this one, and on a street Hollywood perfect . This house I’m going to live in shouldn't’t even be called a house. The more appropriate name for it would be castle. Behind the dark iron gates stood a six storied tall pearl brick mansion. A girl like me who only sees houses like this on MTV Cribs, will get to live in one? The street slopes down a hill revealing the ocean below. All the house line up in neat rows along the street, each filled with snobby rich people. In NYC, every time you step out of your house you hear car horns, dogs barking, and old men in there mid-life crisis yelling to teenagers “Get off my lawn!”. Here there no car horns, no dogs, and no old men. The only sounds you can hear is my mom’s mouth devouring a giant burrito from Taco Bell, a tweet from a bird every now and then, and rustling leaves. Who can live in such quiet?“Rebecca get your suitcase! How could you just stand there? Move your lazy butt and help us carry boxes!” my Mom yells from the car with beef smothered over her dark red lips. That moment the quiet left and it’s safe to say I’m home again.
I patter along the street with my converse sneakers. How come when ever I come to a normal neighborhood I feel terribly under dressed? The tall and perfect house make my little pink tee-shirt and skinny jeans feel like rags.
“Why don’t you carry the china set, tweetie bird?” my dad calls.
I grip the edges of the box and step into the door way. Some thing in there just made me want to drop. If you ever been into the queen’s castle this is what it feels like. Every tile of marble on the floor gleamed under the brightness of the giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Long and round stairs circled the main entrance. The high ceilings were painted with perfect little white clouds on the glazed blue foundation and rose to about two stories. Movers rushed around busily and swiftly to prepare the house. A giant stairway stood in front of me not as so deadly and stiff as a normal staircase would stand. The whole room had a glowing character and was perfect to the point were it was beyond my imagination. The crazy thing is, it’s just because of that, I hated this place. I thought a dirty old apartment was exactly were I’d stay for the rest of my teens years and were I would never even imagine leaving. Did it have to be me?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure any teenager would kill to live in a place like this.
I’m sure.
But sometimes, you realize that a true home isn’t just a place you live in, but a place were you can find a sanurary. I’m not sure. This house I mean, would ever be a home.
This house looked just as if I had imagined it in storybooks. Only the big bad wolf wasn’t out side my door ready to blow it down. He’d be afraid to do that.
I set the box down and call out the door way. “I’ll just be here mom, `kay?”.
“Sure hon, go take a look inside. I’ve seen the house already.”
I gave her a nod in reply and walked in the entrance.
Before I started up the stairs I saw a man with a nice white suite and red tie standing by the empty room which was supposedly our kitchen. I walk toward him and ask “Would you happen to know where my room is?” He turns his head in a very robotic way and nudges his tie.
“I believe it is up the stairs down the hall, and last door to the left.” He replies.
“I believe we haven’t met yet.” He turns head toward me and sticks his arm out for a shake “I’m your butler…Chives Allen. Pleased to meet you Ms. Breton .” I place 3 fingers in his palm and he rattles it like a maraca.
I pull my hand away and jester my head in a sort of way saying Good bye creepy butler, I’m off to see the royal bed chamber.
I walk up the stairs and up into the hallway. Each floor in the house was about 2 stories high making the ceiling seem larger then it really was. The height over exaggerated the hallway, and made me feel small. All I could think of though, was not the fact that I’m about to live in a mansion. But, more of the fact that my life in the city has moved to the life of the rich and wealthy. Way to go dad. Way to go and move us from the city. Way to go dad. Way to go.
I creaked along the polish hard wooden floors and stair into the walls. After and before every other door was a painting of some sort. Each one of somebody, and by the looks of it somebody important. People have probably lived in this house before, I guess. As a walked on a spotted a blank canvas surrounded by a carved golden frame. “I wonder who this one is for..” I mutter as my nail brushed against the frame and rided along the patterns.
The I remembered my dad. Oh, yeah I thought This one’s for my dad.
I haven’t really mentioned him to you yet haven’t I? Well, there nothing too juicy you should know about him. Benjamin Breton, is what a lot of people know his as. Prime Minister of England. A lot of people in England now hate him because he wasn’t even running for Prime Minister, but the queen granted him the job anyway. He’s a natural born British guy , which perfectly explains the British last name. He and his parents (Nana and grandad), were together a very wealth family. They had connections with the queen and the were quiet the bit of friends back then. My mother, Alejandra Morel a natural born Puerto Rican went to college in Manhattan with my dad. That’s how they met. And soon after they married and had my older brother, Christian, and then they had me Rebecca Breton they’re 13 year old daughter.
Years later, he was informed about his new job and he and my mom started to make plans on the move. Turns out they bought the house with the queen’s lone 2 years ago, and only told me about 5 months ago. We also have new furniture thanks to the queen who insisted on playing for all of our move related expenses. It was her fault anyway.
I stopped to a halt as I reached the end of the hallway and was at the foot of the door. The grabbed a hold of the little brass door knob and push the door open. “My room?” I ask myself as my Chinese slippers touch the tips of the door way. There wasn’t anything to spacial about my room now that we’ve just moved in. The walls were painted a light Salmon color and the floors were polishes tiger wood. An flat rug sat I the middle of the room under neath my new bed. Huge windows circled the room and in the corner of my eye I could see an arch way into a balcony, and small door on the side of the room leading into my bathroom. I walk across the floors examining every detail of the walls surrounding me playing the role of my room.
I step up the window and peer out into the distance. The bright sun was setting down into the ocean which illuminated the whole room with a feathery pink gleam. From as far as I can see, I saw lots of miniature sky scrappers to the left, the London coast in my backyard, and in the far left an orchid and pathway leading into a small guest quarters stood peacefully.
“The view is amazing isn’t it?” a voice in back of me chirps.
I peer behind my and see my mother in the doorway.
“Yeah.” I breathed in a deep breath. “Yeah, it is.”
My mother eased behind me and rested her hand on my shoulder. Her soft midnight dark curls circled her pretty bronze face as she starred at me in a smile. The thing about my mother is that whenever she sees someone she looks right through them. Her eyes were a perfect navy blue and the reflected the view of the window in them. My mom, is probably about the most beautiful 37 year old Puerto Rican you will ever meet.
“I have some news for you caramelo…” she pointed as she stood next to me “Tomorrow we’re going into the city for some shopping. Your father and I enrolled you into a new school which you’ll be started in 3 days. You’ll need some new clothes.”
My gaze broke away from the window and a starred at my mom.
“What? Wha-what school?” I screwed my eyebrows into a confused shaped.
“Taif Academy.” She began. “I herd it is a very good school. I’m surprised they even let us in. They have a very good academic program which I’m sure you’ll like.”
Taif Academy? Taif Academy? Since when was a having an open house? My parents could have at least told me they were enrolling me into one of those prissy schools.
“Mom!” I whine “Why?!”
“Because, it’s a very good school and we’re just lucky they excepted us at such short notice. Plus they don’t have uniforms and they are a co-ed school. It’ll be just like your old school back in Manhattan, Burback Middle School.”
“No it’s not! They will eat me alive there!” I stare down at my little slippers as a sit on the bed. “They’ll run my over.”
“No they won’t honey, your very smart and pretty, and sweet, and caring, and intelligent, and, and, and…” my mother continues as I tune her off.
I dought new clothes will ever change my feeling about going to private school. If you watch enough movies you learn a little something about them. The girls there, are mean and have…MANNERS. According to everybody I know the most mannered thing I’ve ever done was pass the ketchup across the dinner table to my dad. That is not mannered enough for private school. The teachers there are strict. They’re mean, and horrible. As much as I know the teachers in NYC are nice and they pretty much let you do whatever you want. They don’t boss you around like your one of P.Diddy’s assistants.
Clothes won’t change a thing. I’ll still be that same dorky girl who just moved into a fairytale palace from the ghetto streets of uptown New York. I’ll still be that very same girl who ate crayons in kindergarten and that girl who would get made fun of because of her pancake figure.
Look out corky New York girl, your about to get run over by the goddesses of glamorous.
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Posted 02/22/08 - 12:39 pm
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Posted 02/18/08 - 08:09 pm
alexis nicole --AHHH BREAKING DAWN IS AMAZING
cool
so how am i like holly exactly?? :)
j/w
so how am i like holly exactly?? :)
j/w
Posted 02/13/08 - 06:38 pm
alexis nicole --AHHH BREAKING DAWN IS AMAZING
cool!
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what would u like me to do now that im holly???
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what would u like me to do now that im holly???
Posted 02/13/08 - 04:20 pm
alexis nicole --AHHH BREAKING DAWN IS AMAZING
Name Alexis
Age 13
Hair Color light brown
Eye Color green
Special Character Related Traits i look alot like rebecca but kristabel's attitude is more like mine...u can decide 4 me tho!
Age 13
Hair Color light brown
Eye Color green
Special Character Related Traits i look alot like rebecca but kristabel's attitude is more like mine...u can decide 4 me tho!
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