Chapter 1 Chapter 1

"Too many people spend money they haven't earned, to buy things they don't want, to impress people they don't like."

-Will Smith

Chapter One; Introduction

S K Y L E R

"Wake up, Miss." A tiny voice echoed through my room.

I groan and sit up on my bed, i shifted my gaze to the source of the voice and saw Martha, she was standing beside my bed.

"Who gave you the permission to stand so close to me?" I spat bitterly and she took a few steps backwards.

"Sorry, miss." She muttered as she cleaned off invisible dirt from her grey and white uniform.

Martha looked like she was in her late thirties. She had brown hair, that is the only thing i noticed about her. I don't associate myself with maids. They are here to serve me, not for me to notice them.

"The reason you're still standing here is?" I inquired, as i still notice her standing in my room.

She opened her mouth to speak but i waved my hand frantically, causing her to stop.

"Get out. Go make breakfast or something, but leave my sight immediately." I commanded, she did look slightly hurt by my comment, but she left the room anyway.

Does she expect me to be nice?

I quickly take a shower and brush my teeth. I came out of the bathroom and saw that Martha had brought my uniform, which was arranged on my bed

I pick up the plaid skirt which i had shortened to a great extent and put it on, after which i picked up my white blouse and put it on.

When i was done putting on my uniform, I walk to my vanity and sit on the stool placed in front. I removed the band holding my hair and watched my strawberry blonde hair fall over my shoulders.

I combed my hair and decided to leave it straight for today. Immediately i make up my mind, my door flew open and in came Steven.

Steven is my younger brother, He's twelve. He has strawberry blonde hair and hazel brown eyes.

Steven's eyes scan the room until they landed on me, sitting in front of my vanity. He walked over to me in his school uniform and glared at me. His eyes traveled to the beautiful mess that was my vanity and he smiled to himself.

He took his hand forward to touch something, but I immediately smack his hand away.

"Ow." He cried, rubbing his now red hand, with a scowl on his face.

"I've told you so many times not to touch my stuff!" I scolded and his expression immediately turned into a frown.

"But Crystal always let's me touch her stuff!" He said in his defense and i sent a nasty glare at him.

"And that's why Crystal always buys new stuff. Besides I'm not Crystal, this isn't her room." I gestured to the room and i see tears forming in his eyes.

"Clearly," he let out a snort rolling his eyes. "Come down for breakfast. Mom called." He continued and walked out of my room.

How utterly rude! Kids these days.

I grabbed my phone, my purse and a leather jacket. I stop at my mirror and take a quick look at my reflection. I smiled as my ocean blue eyes accessed my look and my straight lips bend into a smile.

I walked downstairs, grazing my hand on the polished wood. I could already hear Crystal and Steven talk and laugh. As soon as Steven's eyes land on me his smile fades gradually.

"The queen finally decided to grace us with her presence." My mom said in a sarcastic tone when she notices me.

"Martha, get my plate." I said sternly when i noticed her standing in a corner doing nothing.

"But ma'am there's a-"

I shot her a glare so she stopped talking and went to the kitchen.

"Mom, say something to Sky." Crystal voiced out.

"It's Skyler to you missy." I openly corrected, pouring grape juice into a glass.

Crystal is my younger sister, She has honey brown hair, but her eyes are so blue, you would think there's an ocean you can drown in. You can guess that it was the reason she was named Crystal.

"Crystal, leave your sister alone." My mom replied to Crystal, flipping her strawberry blonde hair across her shoulders.

"Good morning family!" My dad voice filled the silence as he came into the dining room.

"Morning dad!" May siblings and i said in a unison and looked at each other weirdly after.

"No morning kiss for your husband?" Dad whispered or something he thought. My mom took off her glasses, to show off her icy blue eyes.

"You went out gambling again!" My mom yelled, not caring there were children at the table.

My father glanced at us, and then back at mom again. He gave her some sort of eye signal with his hazel eyes which mom didn't quite understand.

Dad cleared his throat and ran his hand through his messy brown hair, "Kids, why don't you head on to school. I'll talk to your mom and fix the situation."

We all got up from our seats, but i was hurt that mom always judged him for gambling. Okay, so yes he gambles, so?

"You don't want the kids to know-"

"Pearl, relax." My dad said in a calm tone.

That is it! I have to say something.

"Mom, don't speak to dad like that! I know he gambles but at least he makes the money for his family. You are nothing more than a lazy housewife and a freaking trophy wife!" I rudely spat and cat walked out of the house and into the garage.

I see Crystal waving at me as soon as she sees me, but i ignored and roll my eyes,as i walked into my matte black Bentley and drove off to school.

While driving, i noticed a drive through and decided why not? I got into a queue and brought out my phone. I scroll through my insta for a little bit of shopping ideas.

The cars behind me were honking so loudly, i put my phone down and and notice that its my turn. I move forward and i see a smiling worker in a yellow and red uniform and rolled my eyes.

Why is everyone smiling today? I just had a weird feeling about today.

"What would yo-"

"Save it! I want fries, hurry it up would ya?" I interrupted and he immediately handed me a bag contacting my order. I paid and drove off immediately.

I parked my car at my special parking space and ate my food before making way into the fancy halls of Kingston Academy.

The tiled halls were so clean, you could see your reflection on the tile. The halls were mostly empty, obviously, I was late and my first class must have gone half way.

I walk with elegance to my locker which was painted purple and white, put in my combination and open it. I picked up a piece of paper which i scribbled something on. It was my plan for this senior year, making sure everything will be perfect.

"Don't you have class to get to?" A deep voice asked from behind me.

Turning my head to the direction of the noise, i see a tall boy with a well chiseled jaw with a brown, caramel skin. He's a perfect example of an African American boy.

Ignoring his characteristics, i roll my eyes, "How is that any of your business?" I rudely spat, turn my head back to my locker and slam the door shut.

"Relax strawberry." He smirked

"Ew. Fuck off." I say before walking away.

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