She didn't want to be here. She wanted to go home. She wanted her mum back. Sara Tancredi sat in the back of the brand new black Mercedes C300 sport sedan with her father impatiently sitting in the front, waiting for the chauffer driver to walk round and open his door for him. Frank Tancredi was a very powerful man. He had been powerful in their old town in California and now they had moved here, to Chicago, so that he could be Governor. Frank Tancredi's passenger door opened and he stepped out, standing proudly staring at the house in front of him, before taking a look around the surrounding buildings. Without even a word of thanks, which didn't surprise the driver, Frank signalled for his daughter to exit the car and began to walk towards the house.
Sara stayed sitting in the car, hoping she could magic herself elsewhere, anywhere but here. She hated her father. He was the reason her mother was dead and now he had made her move to a new place away from her mother's grave just so he can have more power. Yes. She hated him. She would rather he was dead and her mother was here. At least herm other cared about her, even if she was an alcoholic, she still cared.
Sara reluctantly got out of the car, not wanting to make her father angry. He was in a good mood today. He had got what he wanted. To move to Chicago, to be Governor, to wreck his daughter's life completely. As if he could do that anymore than he already had.
Sara thanked the driver through the window, who nodded his head and her and drove away. She was stood there, staring at these houses in awe. They were huge. Mansions almost. They probably were, she didn't really know, or care. She could see neighbours peering out of their windows to see the new people arrive. Great, Sara thought. Just what I need, more people staring at me. She started towards the door and stepped inside on a pristine marble floor. Her father was in the kitchen on the phone to the delivery service. Their possessions would arrive soon so he would need to wait there for them. Sara began to walk up the marble staircase which curved around slightly towards the middle.
The landing split off into two wings. Sara headed towards the left, knowing her father would go towards the right. Stepping into the room furthest away, Sara gasped. The room was huge. It had a walk in wardrobe, an on suite and a balcony overlooking the pool and back garden. This was definatly her bedroom. Lying down on a little window seat that was in the room, she thought back to California, her mum, her old friends and how uncomplicated life used to be.
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