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I never thought my life would turn out this way. I mean, my parents died, but something good came out of it. But, you know what they say (well, you might not, but still), when one door closes, two others open. My name is Samantha, and this is my story...
"Hey, Sam?" My mother asked me.
"Yeah?" I answered.
"Me and your father are going on a business trip to Spain."
Great. I'm sure you think that being a rich kid is good. You get what you want. Well, most of the time. But you don't grow up with a proper family. My parents are always going on business trips and I'm left with whatever nanny I was left with that week. Or month.
"Ok." I replied, feeling kinda sad. Four thousand, four hundred and five miles away. I Googled it.
"We're going tomorrow and we'll be back in two weeks." Except, they never were.
I was watching Fox News when something caught my eye.
"Disaster struck," The reporter said. "when a plane, going from Florida, Miami International, to Barcelona, Spain, dived into the water, when it's engine cut out. Apparently, scientists have confirmed that the plane was leaking petrol."
"Please don't let it be them... please don't let it be them." I mumbled to myself. They should be there by now. I decided to call them. I picked up my cell and pressed speed dial on number three. My number one and number two were for my best friends, Mariah and Katy. The dial tone came but then that annoying voice which said,
"This phone is switched off right now. Please try again later." Or whatever it said, came after. It pressed the end call button, groaned and leaned back in my seat. Maybe... they were in a meeting? I thought of all the possible things that could've happened. But then came that phone call. You know what's about to happen. So did I.
"Hello?" I asked, timidly.
"Oh, hi, Sam," It was my grandma. She sounded as if she'd been crying. And that was how I knew.
"I- I think I n- know." I said, my eyes watering.
"Oh... about the plane crash?" My eye let a tear drop.
"Mm hmm." Was all I could manage. Another tear left my eye. Then another. And some more.
"I'll be at your house in ten." My grandma finished.
"Ok..."
"Bye." She said.
"Bye..." I whispered, but she'd already gone.
I sunk onto the couch and cried until grandma arrived.
"Oh, sweetie..." she said, hugging me. I cried and her top was getting soaked. "Your parents told me once that if anything ever happened, they wanted you to live with their friends. In California."
"CA?" I asked. She nodded. "But what about Mariah and Katy? And you? And... and..."
I listed off everyone I knew to her.
"I'm sorry. But this is what your parents wanted." She looked down at me with her big brown eyes. I gave in.
"When do I leave?" I sighed. She smiled.
"Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?!" I exclaimed. I had to do a load of things before then; go shopping with Mariah and Katy, tell them about this stuff, pack all of my clothes (you don't know how long that will take), SLEEP, get up, get ready, have breakfast, get to the airport, get the ticket, get on the private plane, get to California, get to the place where I was staying, unpack, sleep again and then fight the rest of my life without parents. Fourteen things by the end of tomorrow.
"Yes, tomorrow." She confirmed.
"But... but... why?" I moaned.
"Because you're staying with me tonight and I can only keep you for one night." She answered.
"Fine." I sighed. "Who are mom and Dad's friends?"
"Gary and Isabelle." She simply replied.
"Well, what time is the flight tomorrow?" I asked.
"Midday."
"Great. Not." I said under my breath. Then I said to grandma, "I'm going shopping, now, Ok?"
"But-"
She got cut off by me saying, "It takes my mind off things, you know?"
"Ok. You've got three hours. Then you come here where the maids will have packed your bags, and the car will be waiting outside for you to come to my house. Ok?" She explained. I nodded. I hate it when the maids have to do most of the work for me. It's hard on them, but they would have quit by now if they didn't want to do it, wouldn't they?
I slid into the limo (the car) and sat down onto it's leather seats. I put some the radio on. Oh, joy! Connect Three. I hate them. I flicked over to a different radio station. Demi Lovato, with Don't forget. Now this is my type of music. Not the stupid cookie cutter pop star stuff that Connect Three did. I suppose they can sing, but it's just not my type of music.
Did you forget
That I was even alive
Did you forget
Everything we ever had
Did you forget
Did you forget
About me
Did you regret
Ever standing by my side
Did you forget
What we were feeling inside
Now I'm left to forget
About us
But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it
So now I guess
This is where we have to stand
Did you regret
Ever holding my hand
Never again
Please don't forget
Don't forget
We had it all
We were just about to fall
Even more in love
Than we were before
I won't forget
I won't forget
About us
But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it
Somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it
At all
And at last
All the pictures have been burned
And all the past
Is just a lesson that we've learned
I won't forget
Please don't forget
Us
Somewhere we went wrong
Our love is like a song
But you won't sing along
You've forgotten
About us
Once the song had finished, I was at the mall. Antoine (the French form of Anthony), our French driver let me out of the limo.
"Mercy, Antoine." I smiled. "Au revoir."
"Au revoir, Madame." He replied. I walked through the big, glass doors of the mall and instantly saw my best friends, who both ran up to me.
"Hi, guys." I said, gloomily.
"What's up?" Katy asked.
"Mom and er… dad…" I said, before letting out a small tear. "They… they're gone."
"Of course they're gone! Gone to Spain. Hola!" Mariah smiled.
I let out a small giggle, but then said, "No, properly... gone..."
"Oh, you mean that kinda gone? Ooh..." Katy figured. I nodded. "Sammy, I'm sorry."
She gave me a hug, and I said, "Don't worry, it wasn't your fault. And anyway, I came here to get my mind off things, so let's shop."
We went into Topshop and I saw a really cute top, straight away. It was striped horizontally black and grey, and a picture of a guitar. Where there was a grey background, it was black and vice versa.
"OMG, that is cute!" I said. I'm only buying dark colours. For mom and dad. And that was about what the rest of the shopping spree was like.
When Antoine had dropped me off at home, I went to see if my suitcase was packed. Which it wasn't. I told the maids to let me do it, which they did. I packed the remains of my suitcase, remembering the old times. When mom first took me shopping. That was the last time as well, since she had to go on business trips. And when dad took me to learn how to ride a bike. He kinda tricked me, you know, pretending to be holding the bike, but he's not? Oh, the first day of school! Yeah, those were the days, in Kindergarten. I was homeschooled since the seventh grade.
I'd arrived in LA. Yep, this is where I'm supposed to be living, now. And there it is. The Hollywood sign. The big, bold, white letters on the top of that mountain or hill or whatever it was. I'm going to be living in Burbank with some so called friend of my mom and dad, who I'd never met before. Gary and Isabelle. And their son and daughter. I don't know their names but I'm bound to find out, since I'm living with them.
I'd arrived. They had a mansion, but it was nowhere near as big as mine. I guess I'll have to get used to the smaller life. I jumped out of the car feeling bright and refreshed, having had loads of sleep on the plane. I entered the grand doors of the cream and mostly-made-of-glass mansion. I had a surprise who was waiting for me...