My name is MONICA. I have long white blonde hair. Red lips and I have icy blue eyes. Everyone wants what I have. A family. Money. Fame. Beauty. I would like to have a different life though. It is hard to live when all the press and magazines chase after you. My moms a fashion designer, a bitchy one at that and my dad designs cars, Aston martins.
My mom and dad were forcing me to move to some tiny town that I call dullsville. I looked out the window of my privet jet while running my hand threw my long blonde hair. My little brother ash and my older sister Alicia were sitting across from me.
Once we landed I grabbed the handle on my CHANEL suite case while looking through my PRADA shades and got off the plane and walked into the building where there were tons of cameras trying to get my attention.
I walked ahead to where my dad was waiting for me-well us in a black limo. The driver got out of the front seat and put are bags in the car while we got in the car. My mom was sitting next to my dad holding a smoke in her mouth.
" was the flight good ?" my mom asked me. I rolled my eyes. "yes." I said to her as simple as that. Just then we passed a sign that read dullsville. I rolled my eyes and pulled out a smoke.
I scanned over the town and put my PRADA sunglasses on the top of my head. We pulled into a driveway witch led too a huge all black mansion with iron RAUGHT gates. The gates slowly opened and we drove through the gates.
Once we pulled into the garage I jumped out of the car and walked over to my BUGGATI VEYRON 16.4 and jumped in the driver seat.