Beginnings

Ella's pov:

I listen as the click of heels come closer

to my bedroom door.

"Ella Maria Sanders, you better be out

of bed." I make out the sound of my

moms voice before she opens the door

to my bedroom.

I look back at her as I stand in front of

my large closet of cloths ranging from

sundresses to expensive hand made

dresses.

Well, I guess you know now.

I'm Ella Sanders, and my life..

Sucks.

My mom pushes me out of the way

and digs through all of the dresses.

"Great, you have nothing to wear." She

mutters.

I roll my eyes as I pick out a dress.

"This one?"I question.

"Ella, this is an important meeting,

I can't have you looking like you got

your dress from a community mall.

She rolls her eyes and takes the dress

out of my hands putting back on the rack.

She digs through some more until she

finds one of the way more expensive

dresses I keep in the back... for a

reason.

"This will just have to do." She says

examining it closely.

She walks over and puts it on my bed

before walking out without a second

glance.

This is the way it has always been, so

I'm used to it.

Expensive house, cloths, maids, chefs,

the dream life right?|

Wrong!!

The worst part is having a twin sister.

Who is perfect. at everything!!

Like she was summoned, she walks

into my room dressed up and picks up

my dress.

"This color looks good on you." She

smiles.

Exactly, even perfect at being nice.

I know, it seemed like I don't like my

sister, but that's totally false.

She isn't just my twin, she s my best

friend.

And believe it or not, we have never

fought once in our whole 17 and a half

years of living.

"Iguess." I shrug my shoulders.

I have never been the dress up kind of

girl like my sister.

She likes dresses,

nd makeup, but

she isn't the kind of girl who brags to

everyone she has it.

And then on the other hand, there is

me.

Ilike legging and sweatshirts, I like

sneaking around and watching the

football and basketball games on tv.

I hate dressing up and caking my face

with make up just to 'show off' to other

families of my own families wealth.

I'm just not like that.

Both me and Ally, my sister, are

homeschooled.

The only time we actually are allowed

to leave the house is when my mom

takes us on her shopping trips.

She loves, and I mean loves, to spend

money.

Especially because my dad is the head

of his own business, he is why we have

so much money.

I always wondered what it would be

like to attend a high school.

To actually have friends,

Ride a bus,

Have an annoying teacher who

everyone talks about behind their

back,

Laugh as the class clown annoys the

teache r,

Feel what it's like to fail a test and try

to hide it from your parents,

Cram stuff into your locker because the

school doesn't understand how big the

textbooks actually are,

and even taste how bad cafeteria food

really is.

Well, according to movies.

I watch a lot of those.

It's the only way I can really connect

with life instead of outside my big glass

window.

It didn't even do much though, when

your house is surrounded by large

trees, you don't get much of a view

after all.

"Earth to Ella." Ally says waving her

hand infront of my face. I blink a

couple times before looking back at

her.

Hmmm?"

"We are leaving in ten minutes." She

says laughing as I stare at her wide

eyed.

"Shoot!" I yell as I push her out of

my room. I turn around and put on

my dress before walking into mny

bathroom and glaring at the makeup.

My mom always tries to have me put

on more makeup.

But I never listen.

I put on a light layer of Mascara and

eyeshadow.

I look at my glass mirror again and

cringe.

My hair was somehow sticking straight

p.

Where in the world is gravity?

Isn't that suppose to like, push that

down or something?

I groan as I take water and flatten it

down.

Is it just me or does a hair brush

actualy make your hair worse?

Every time I brush my hair, I swear my

hair just like.. purposely gets thicker.

After I do one last overall check, I walk

down the stairs just in time to see my

parents and my sister waiting

"Sorry." I apologize looking down.

"You're two minutes late." My mom

says in a gruff voice before following

my father into our large dining room.

I hesitantly took a seat next to Ally as

about four or five men joined my dad

at the head of the table.

Then, a row of maids come in each

with a plate of food and set it infront of

us.

They remove the lid and I internally

cringe at the chicken.

Okay, don't get me wrong.

Ilove chicken, but the chef..

Somehow makes the chicken not taste

like chicken.

He puts too many expensive spices

in to take away the chickens, well

chicken.

What is the point of chicken if you can't

even taste the chicken?

I look at the business men as they

almost drool at the food set before

them.

I whisper to my maid a thank you, like

I always do.

My mom says you aren't suppose to

give them any gratitude because that's

their 'job' and they get paid to do it.

Which doesn't make sense.

But she wasn't always like this.

She grew up in a poor neighborhood

with my single parent grandmother.

From stories from my grandmother,

she was a strong independent, woman.

But then when she met my father, she

changed.

She just, wasn't the same independent

Woman as before.

She relied too much on chef, maids and

other people to do her own work.

Like taking care of her own children.

I don't think I can ever forgive her for

that.

Let me further explain.

Inever really grew up' with parents.

Well yeah, they were around, but I was

basically raised by Amy.

Amy is the house babysitter who took

care of me and Ally,

Well, she still does today.

She was the one who made sure we

had breakfast, lunch, and dinner, she

took care of us if we were sick, she

read us bedtime stories when we were

little girls, she made sure we got the

sleep we need, and. well everting

parents should do.

My father is a different story.

He is nice, and cares for me and Ally,

but he is never around.

We talk to him every once in a while,

but that is like what?

Once a day?

I don't even think we ever tallked to

him more than ten minutes.

But it's not like he doesn't want too.

He tries, but it's like the world just..

pulls me and my sister from him.

Something is always keeping him away.

And that... is work.

He works all the time, and when he's

not, he is at least thinking of work.

He doesn't hate his job, he likes being

in charge of his own big company.

I feel an elbow to my side and I turn

to my sister who nods her head at my

mom.

"Did you hear what I said?" My mom

asks looking at me.

I give a questionable look as she only

rolls her eyes.

"ExCuse my daughter, Ella these kind

men are asking you a question. She

says.

I look at everyone at the table who

were looking right back at me.

Then, one of them spoke up, "IHow

would you like to be on the cover of

our next magazine." He says.

My eyes go wide.

Mostly because he is asking me and not

my sister.

She was the one who was usually

asked to be on magazines for the

company.

Why?"

I swear.

It just slipped out.

My moms eyes go wide as she clears

her throat, "What she means to say 1s."

"No." I say standing up. I hear Ally gasp

as I look at my father.

"Why may that be?" My dad asks

calmly.

I can almost feel my mothers anger

coming off of her in waves.

"Because I would not like to take

part of the magazine,"I look at the

man, "thank you for the offer, but my

answer 1S a no."

I then excuse myself from the table

and quickly walk to my room and shut

my door.

I was about to take a seat on my bed

but my door slams open and my mom

walks in with a hard look on her face.

"I can't believe you just did that Ella."

She says starting to pace back and

forth in front of me.

For the thousandth time today, I look down, "I'm sorry, I just-.."

"No! There is no excuse. You have

embarrassed me and your father, you

are to stay in your room-.."

"I already am in my room." I say

looking back up at her.

She pauses, but then looks at my

dresser and grabs my phone.

"You will not be seeing this for a very

long time." she says holding it up

infront of me.

She then turns on her heel and walks

out of my room, but not before

slamming my door behind her.

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